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Twenty-Two : Improvement

Zayn walked into his room to see Safaa sitting on the bed next to a blanket wrapped Harry.

"He's a dummy, don't worry. He gets like that when he's mad. He used to yell so much at us when we were younger. He made Doniya cry all the time." She said as she patted his head.

Harry sniffled as he rubbed the tears from his eyes. "He's just never looked at me that way... it was scary." He confessed and Zayn's heart ached hearing his voice so shaky.

"Don't cry over him, Harry. He really doesn't mean it. It's just... when our dad left it really hurt him. He really trusted our dad... but he was just a lying bastard." Safaa said simply and Harry chuckled.

"I doubt Zayn would want you to say that word." Harry smiled and Safaa poked his dimple.

"He uses it too."

"Not all the time. Plus. It still doesn't make it okay." Zayn said walking into the room. Safaa glared at him and shook her head.

"You're a dummy." She said in passing as she walked out.

Silence filled the room as she closed the door.

Harry felt tears brim his eyelids thinking about Zayn's tone all over again. He felt as though Zayn knew that his words would hurt Harry but said them anyway.

"Hazza," Zayn whispered.

"I yelled at you and just...I could've handled that so much better. I'm sorry, Harry. You were trying to help and I yelled at you, I shouldn't have." Zayn said as he sat on the bed.

Harry sighed as he told himself to stop crying.

"I'm just overreacting, you didn't do anything," Harry stated, his voice cracking.

"Harry, no. I told you to leave, I said you didn't know what you were talking about when in reality you were just trying to calm me down. I was being a dick for no reason and I'm sorry. You didn't deserve that. I should never talk to you that way. We're better than that." Zayn said and reached to rub Harry's arm.

Harry turned over to peek at Zayn, "You were a huge dick," He said.

Zayn gave him a half-smile, his heart clenching as he saw Harry's red puffy eyes.

"I know, my love. I'm sorry. Truly." He said and leaned to place a kiss on Harry's forehead. "Please forgive me," Zayn whispered looking in Harry's eyes.

"Just... talk to me. If you didn't want me to be there, you could've asked me to leave... I get it." Harry said wiping his nose.

"I know, my love. I'm sorry." Zayn said and pulled Harry into a hug, rubbing his curls. "I'll do better. I'll be better." 

"Can I know what happened to your dad? Safaa implied some bad blood..." Harry said and Zayn sighed.

"She didn't even tell you the half of it. Once my mom was diagnosed, I couldn't immediately come to London and visit her but I finally saved enough money to buy a ticket... it was a total shitshow."

"Zayn? You're here?" 

"Yes, Safaa, how're you? I missed you so much, where's mama?"

"She's upstairs. She might be sleeping but I'd wake her up, I'm sure she'd be glad to see you."

"Mama,"

"Mm? Oh! Zayn! Is it really you? My Zaynie!"

"How've you been, Mama? Has it been rough? How're you feeling?"

"Oh, I've been better but I'm hanging in there. My new accessory is... loud." She said laughing at the oxygen tank. "With the prescription they gave me and oxygen therapy, I should be able to survive Zaynie." She smiled.