Wasted Whiskies and Crushed Cigarettes | Zarry Stylik | Completed ✓

CHAPTER 13

        Harry took care of Zayn all night, all day. He goes to work only after confirming Zayn's asleep and makes sure to come before Zayn's awake. He made sure Zayn eats at least twice a day and he takes all his tablets. He made sure Zayn is happy and not thinking about anything suicidal because it scares him every time Zayn goes to take shower.

They spent Christmas together not like a normal Christmas, its called Zarry Christmas. Just roaming on the streets and talking about everything and nothing in particular. Their whole Christmas night was spent on the outdoor restaurant like they always do.

One day Harry took Zayn to the Hudson Valley and Zayn started talking about how beautiful it looks even in this freezing December while all Harry saw was frozen branches. Zayn started taking pictures of the river, trees and everything.

They made snowmen and had a competition that who makes it larger. Finally, Harry gave up and let Zayn win. Not because he loves him, just because he's tired and he wants to go to his dorm and sleep and he knows Zayn is not gonna leave him until he wins.

Like Christmas, they planned to spend their time together for New Year. Unlike other couples they had nothing to do on that day, hell they didn't even stay up until 12!! So they stayed in their room and talked about their favourite movies and actors. The thing is they didn't even talk about any actress.

"You said we're going to spend all day on the bed?!" Zayn pouted while Harry tied his shoelace.

"Yeah, baby!! But just to this one place. Please." Harry smiled standing up. "Now, c'mon." He said holding his hand out.

Zayn took his hand and walked with him. They walked through the snowy streets and stopped in front of a church.

"Why are we here?" Zayn asked Harry who just smiled in return and dragged him in.

There were people on every bench and the room is mildly crowded. There are many nuns standing with candles and flowers and talking with each other. Harry walked straight to the priest who is smiling at him.

"Hello, son." He smiled.

"Hello, sir." Harry smiled back.

"Seems like your boy is okay." He said looking at Zayn who gave a hesitant smile.

"He is, yeah." Harry nodded.

"How are you Zayn?" The priest asked.

"I'm good." He smiled.

"How are you...?"

"Harry." Harry smiled. "And I'm fine".

"Good."

"I just wanna thank... God?" Harry smiled nervously.

"For what?" The priest smirked.

"For giving Zayn back." He smiled tightening his grip on Zayn's hand.

"Then you can."

"But I don't know how? What should I do?"

"Nothing, you're grateful, is that all it matters."

"That's it?"

"That's it." He smiled.

"Okay." He whispered.

"Don't think God never wants you to be happy Harry." He said making Harry look up at him. "If you're good, he gives everything you need and takes everything you don't need. Maybe, he took your parents because you don't need them. Think about it." He smiled.

"Right." Harry nodded slowly. "Thanks." He smiled.

They said their New Year wishes and goodbyes and left. The walk back to the dorm was silent and after they went to their room, Harry just started drinking without even saying anything so Zayn left him alone and started reading the book he was reading.