Learn to Love » Zarry

Nineteen : Comfort

"Okay, my love, in all seriousness. This song is all you, okay? The sound, the lyrics, everything. I'll sing it and I'll help guide you with the experience I have and we'll make it a killer track but essentially," Harry explained as he twirled the pen in his fingers.

"it's Zayn Malik." He emphasized as he motioned Zayn's name with his hands.

"You do realize the pressure that comes with that right? Harry. You're like a freaking legend and you pass it off as 'experience'." Zayn chuckled as he rolled his eyes.

"I wouldn't have chosen you if I didn't think you'd be able to handle it. I also wouldn't be with you if I knew you wouldn't be successful. I don't date losers, Zayn."

"Harry!" Zayn exclaimed with a laugh. "What if I can't write it? Not only will I have embarrassed myself in front of the Harry Styles but I'll also lose my boyfriend? It's not fair." Zayn pouted.

"You say that like I'm two different people," Harry noticed.

"Well, I hope that the Harry I see and get to talk to is not the same Harry everyone sees. I'd like to think I know a side of you that no one else does..." Zayn said as he laid his head on his crossed arms.

Harry eyed him across the table.

"Course you do. Are you jealous you have to share me with the world, Zayn?" Harry smirked.

Zayn scoffed, "Obviously. But I know I have nothing to worry about because regardless of what you say, we are never splitting up. I won't let you leave." Zayn smiled.

"I wouldn't dare think of it." 

"So this song..." Harry said and trailed his pen over the pages of his journal.

"Right."

The two spent the night on Harry's hardwood floor as the TV played in the background. Through the multiple makeout sessions, they managed to finalize the intro and chorus.

"So Zayn, now that you've met my mum, when will I meet yours?" Harry asked the man that was resting on top of him.

"Well, when are you free to go to England?" Zayn chuckled while he looked up at Harry.

"Mm, now. We are on break aren't we?" Harry stated and Zayn looked at him with wide eyes.

"Seriously?" Zayn said sitting up.

"Why not? Look up the tickets, love." Harry said and Zayn smiled.

With Zayn's savings and current income he could definitely the trip... he was overdue for a visit to his family's home.

Zayn eagerly sat up and began researching tickets on Harry's laptop. Harry admired his boyfriend's enthusiasm as he saw his eyes scan the screen while his tongue cutely peaked out between his lips.

"I found some! They're for tomorrow at 6:43 AM and they're $800 each. We'll stay there three days so we'll be back... Wednesday at 8 PM." Zayn said before looking up at Harry.

"Great, here's my card. I'll start packing." Harry said handing him the plastic card.

Zayn nodded as Harry stood up to walk to his room. Zayn pulled out his own card and began typing in his information before Harry dove on the couch and snatched Zayn's card out of his hand.

"If i gave you my card, it was for a reason," Harry said and pecked Zayn's lips before leaving.

Zayn let out a small giggle, "I'm gonna need that back eventually,"

"Not if you're with me, you're not," Harry smirked before closing his room door.

Zayn began blushing as he placed his hand over his heart, "Calm down, calm down."

After purchasing the tickets and booking a hotel room, Zayn quickly went to his apartment to pack.

"As-salaam-alaikum, mama?" Zayn smiled.

"Jee? Zayn! Wa-alaikum-salaam!" He heard his mom reply excitedly. His heart fluttered knowing his news would make her day brighter.

"Mama, guess what? I'm going to visit you tomorrow!" Zayn said and he heard his mom squeel.

"Really? It's about time, Zayn. We miss you here, we thought you forgot about us." His mother joked.

"Kia? Mama, no, how could you ever say that? Everything I do here is for you and Safaa, Waliyah, and Doniya..." Zayn said softly and his mom sighed knowing he purposefully excluded his father.

"What about your papa, Zayn? Mm? Are you always going to hold a grudge?"

"Argh, mum, why d'you have to bring him up? If I wanted to talk about him, I would've mentioned him," He said raising his voice. After silence fell between them, Zayn pressed the bridge of his nose before sighing.

"Mama, I'm going to see you and the girls, okay? I don't want to hear or see Yaser, okay? So please, drop it." He said sternly.

"Fine, Zayn. Only because I want to see in a peaceful state," She responded and Zayn smiled at her compliance.

"So what brings you back home, Zayn?" She asked and Zayn's eyes widened.

"Mama... I got a boyfriend. And he wants to meet you." He said sheepishly. His heart raced at the lack of Tricia's response.

"Jee?! Zayn! A boyfriend?! Zayn the house is a mess! Doniya! Safaa! Waliyah! Get down here now!" He heard his mom yell over the phone. He chuckled knowing the chaos of cleaning that was about to ensue.

"Mama, you have time! We will get there at 2PM tomorrow. You have time."

"Time? What time, Zayn? We have to clean the entire house and what're you gonna eat? Air? No, Zayn. I have to cook! Oh my, a boyfriend! Is he cute, eh?" His mom inquired as she took the chicken out of the freezer.

"You wouldn't believe... He's a teacher now but he used to be a singer. Really famous, too." He said smiling widely while thinking about Harry.

"His name is Harry Styles. He's ... he's just amazing, mama. I can't believe we're together." 

"Must be getting serious if you're bringing him here. I'm assuming you wouldn't bring just anyone to meet your mother." She sassed and Zayn laughed.

"No, mummy, of course not. He is special. You'll see that when you meet him." He said assuringly.

"Alrighty, my Zayn. I'll see you when you get here. Let me know when you arrive, we'll pick you up. Safaa! Load the dishwasher!" He heard Tricia yell and he chuckled.

"No, mama. In your state, you need to be resting. We'll Uber."

"Zayn, do not make me look bad, okay? You better text me. Safaa! Doniya, get your sister! Mch, I don't know what I'm gonna do with that sister of yours." 

"My aunties tell me she acts exactly how you used to so... you're the only one to blame." Zayn joked.

"Yeah, when you get here make sure to take her back with you. I'll buy a luggage bag big enough to shove her in there."

"Bye, mama," Zayn chuckled.

"Bye, my Zaynie." She cooed and hung up. 

He looked at the time and the clock read, 1:23 AM.

"Perfect time to start reorganizing my closet,"

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impromptu trip, anyone?? i love this. harry will finally meet tricia... amazayn.

so what happened with yaser? find out in the next episode of kem's horrid writing!

hope you all enjoyed!!

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