The Ghost of Malik Manor (z.s). *ON HOLD*

Oh My God

fooking it up in here

Also look at what Zayns doing very closly. For a second I thought he was going to try and finger him through his pants.

Ahhh True Love

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Febuary 3rd, 2020

It was 3 in the morning. The moon glowed through the broken windows, the calm breathing of the curly haired man wondered through the house, and the confusion sitting in the head of Zayn.

Why can he touch Harry and no one else? Why does his heart speed up everytime Harry smiles? Why does he feel sad when Harry was crying? Why does he not want to leave Harry's side? Why does he feel these things? Someone tell him.

Zayn starts to remember his mother. He started to remember her talking about these things to his sisters. She would say "Your heart will speed, your palms will sweat, your heart will break for them, and you will only want to be with the person and no other..." His sisters would ask why and she would respond the same way each time.

"Because that is what love does" No he doesn't love Harry. He had only met him a few hours ago. "Love works its magic fast" The voice of his mother said in his head. His mother is always right but this time she is wrong about this. Zayn is dead, passed away, deceased, slain, perished, and six feet under. Love is not possible.

Zayn doesn't sleep for obvious reasons so the onlt thing he was able to do was stare at the sleeping boy in his arms. The boy who ran away and came here. The boy who was beaten and abused. The boy who wants a new life.

'He is beautiful and precious' Zayn thought. "Wait, no he's not, he's not beautiful, he's not" Zayn whispered. The clock struck 6:00 and morining was showing her face to them. Harry squirmed next to Zayn and awoke from his doze. Harry sat up and rubbed his eyes with his closed fists.

'He looks so innocent I just wanna fu..' Zayns thoughts were cut short by Harrys raspy morning voice. "You stayed here? I thought you would of left me alone." Harry said like he had expected Zayn to leave. Which he did but who could blame him this feels like a dream. It's not everyday you meet a sexy ghost.

"You'll never be alone. I'll be with you from dusk 'til dawn" Zayn whispered hoping Harry would not hear. BUt of course he did because his smiled beamed from cheek to cheek. His dimples fully on display now. Zayn couldn't resist them, so he poked them. "You're adorable" Zayn blurted out. He slapped his hand over his mouth. Harry giggled at Zayn. 'You love him' The voice in Zayns head said. Zayn just pushed the unwanted voice away and stood up.

"How about we make some breakfast for you my little Lost Boy" Zayn said as he floated away to the kitchen. Harry followed. "I didn't know you could fly Zaynie" HArry said with the same grin from a few moments ago. "I can but I perfer to walk. Makes me feel well... alive again to be honest" Zayn said as he went to grab the deer meat from the ice box. (They didn't have fridges then). He put a skillet onto the stove top. He turned the burner on and watched as the fire sparked up. He places some meat on the stove for Harry and let in cook.

Harry sat and the table in the center of the room and watched Zayn with a smile. 'This is feels so normal' Harry's mind said. It's not everyday you have breakfast cooked by a sexy dead man cook for you. Really Harry never imagined he would be with The Ghost of Malik Manor also know as the hot raven-haired Zayn Malik.

"Harry?" Harry broke out of his thoughts. "Yes Zaynie?" Harry asked back. "You spaced out. I was telling you that your food was ready" Zayn said with an china plate in hand with the deer meat in top. "Thank you Zaynie" Harry said digging into his food