There was a time when these very streets were Zayn's favourite place in the world. Normally, he'd park his car in the driveway of the detached Georgian house near the end of one of many nearly identical streets just like he does now, check his email on his work phone, reply to anything that couldn't wait till the next day and put the work cell on "Do Not Disturb" before going inside and letting all stress and tension dissipate into thin air. That was before. OR - Zayn and Harry are in the middle of ther divorce when Halloween rolls around. Their daughters want to go trick-or-treating. Of course, neither of them can say no. A bit Halloween-y. A bit bittersweet. A bit emotional.