Who is he ?

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Zayn now avoided talking about Alison, not just for Harry, but for Emma and himself too. The actor had finally realized that even with Alison's death, life would still go on. It was sad to realize that, but at the same time it was a great relief.

Harry had started smiling more. He knew that Zayn's heart was not yet his, but it was gratifying to realize that Zayn, after so long, was leaving Alison's "ghost" behind. Harry liked to imagine that he was Zayn's cure. What he did not realize was, for Zayn, he meant exactly that.

Zayn felt flattered to think that someone like Harry was in love with him; maybe it was selfishness on his part that he did not feel the same way. But what mattered most to the actor was that Harry was back at his house.

Harry was the last voice Zayn would hear before going to bed, and the first person he would see when he woke up. And, no matter what way it was, Zayn thought that was a good way to start over.

"Good morning." Zayn told Harry, putting a hand on his shoulder.

"I made pancakes." Harry turned and smiled. Zayn loved pancakes, and Harry made the best pancakes.

"The smell invaded my room." Zayn rubbed his hands on the table.

"I'm going to wake Emma."

Zayn looked at the beautifully set table. Pancakes for them, cornflakes in Sponge Bob mug for Emma, a rose picked from Zayn's greenhouse in a vase in the middle of the table. Harry had taken care of every small detail.

Harry had entered his life unexpectedly and changed it for better.

"Good morning, daddy." Emma threw herself into his arms, pulling him away from his thoughts.

"Good morning, my love." Zayn kissed all over her face and Emma giggled.

"Let's eat before the breakfast gets cold." Harry said taking Emma from Zayn’s lap and putting her on the chair next to him.

"So, Miss Malik, what are you doing today?" Zayn asked her, folding his arms and resting his elbows on the table.

"I still don’t know, dad. I was thinking of going shopping or taking a walk in the park." Emma replied, twirling her hair around her finger. Harry and Zayn smiled. "But don’t worry; I'll let you know when I know." Emma added, putting her little hand on top of his. Zayn laughed

"You're the best daughter in the whole world, did you know that?" Zayn asked, pinching her cheeks. Emma nodded. "Harry, your pancakes are the best in the world too." Zayn said, putting a piece in his mouth. Harry smiled, thanking Zayn.

"Harry, you're the best after daddy." Emma shouted putting out her little hands.

"I heard that. I'm upset." Louis told her, pouting.

"You're my godfather. I love you." Emma climbed onto his lap.

"I know, love, and I understand that this is your new family." Louis kissed her face. Harry and Zayn looked at each other and looked away. "Zayn, do you want to come with us to the rehearsal?" Louis asked

"I don’t know."

"Come on, Zayn, it'll be fun." Harry told Zayn, his eyes sparkling.

"OK." Zayn responded, making Harry smile. "I'm going to tell Celine to take Emma to the mall."

"Zayn, send Billy and Paul with them." Harry advised. "Emma at the mall with only Celine is like an open invitation to those filthy photographers."

"You're right, I'll do it." Zayn smiled.

Harry worried about his daughter as if she was his own. Zayn could not ask for more, he was complete.

         

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"Continue what you were doing." Zayn told the actors who had been staring at him since he entered the room.

The other times, Zayn would leave the room as soon as he felt all eyes on him. But it was different now. It was different with Harry by his side.

"Let's get going, guys, everyone in their places!" Louis said in an authoritative voice.  Everyone followed his orders. Harry winked at Zayn and walked towards the chair with his name. "Do not forget that all of you are STILL BEING EVALUATED. I want you to show me your best. Success is only for those who know what they want and strive to achieve it." Zayn watched Louis standing in the corner of the room. "Harry and Melissa in the middle, please"

Harry and Melissa walk towards the chairs. Harry smiled at Melissa wishing her good luck, Melissa did the same.

"Begin with the dialogues on page 25." Louis told them. Harry and Melissa leafed through the script to get to the page indicated by Louis. "Silence." Louis commanded the rest of the actors in the room. Zayn smiled, his friend was born a leader.

"I like you." Melissa began.

"You don’t know anything about me." Harry said. Zayn came closer, sitting in Harry's chair. "I'm different. It's dangerous to fall in love with me, Alex." Harry said turning towards her.

"You don’t understand." Harry turned back. "I might put you in danger, you could die." Harry said, tears forming rolling down his face.

“Enough." Louis said. Everyone applauded.

Harry wiped his face and started walking towards Zayn, but Isaac appeared stopped him on the way.

"You were great." Isaac hugged him.

Isaac had become a good friend of Harry during the time he had moved out of Zayn's house. The two of them used to go home together after the rehearsals, but ever since Harry returned to the mansion, it was no longer the case.

"Thank you, Isaac. You're next, good luck."  Harry touched his shoulder and started walking again while Zayn watched them.

"Hey, Harry!" Isaac called him; Harry turned around. "Shall we have a drink today?" Isaac asked. Harry looked at Zayn who looked away as he saw Harry's eyes in his direction. "Please, I need you, man."

"Okay, you helped me when I needed help, now it's my turn." Harry lightly punched him on the chest.

"Who is he?" Zayn asked when Harry sat next to him.

"Isaac, he's a great colleague." Harry smiled at him, Zayn faked a smile.

"Isaac, it’s your turn. In the middle please." Louis said.

Isaac walked to the middle of the room, and delivered his dialogues. Harry hoped Isaac would be casted in the movie as he listened. The only actor who was already casted was Harry. Zayn made a face and frowned at Isaac's presentation.

"He sucks." Zayn whispered in Harry's ear.

"Really? I think he's fantastic." Harry replied.

"OK." Zayn got up from his chair and walked towards the water cooler.

*****

The audition was nearing the end. There was very little time left for Louis to decide the cast for the film. He liked everyone in the room. The idea of destroying many dreams did not please him at all. But the movie was his big chance, and he would not waste it.

"I hope all of you will achieve what you want in life, and never give up on your dreams." Everyone stood up and applauded Louis. "Thank you, I'll see you guys on Monday."

Everyone was preparing to leave the room. Some actors surrounded Zayn asking for his autograph and to take pictures with him. Zayn was polite to everyone. He hadn’t even imagined that deep down he missed all the attention. After taking pictures with them and giving out his autographs, Zayn looked for Harry. Louis, too, came and stood beside him to take some pictures with his best friend.

"Ok, people, the celebrity here is already full of all your attention." Louis slapped Zayn's chest and smiled at him.

"See you on Monday, Louis." The actors said. Louis waved at them a little.

"Zayn, this is my friend, Isaac. Isaac, this is Zayn." Harry introduced them. Isaac smiled as he held out his hand.

 For a moment, Zayn thought of not greeting him back. He didn’t like Isaac and didn’t understand why. Zayn had thought that his antisocial side was a part of his past, but it had returned with full force when he saw Isaac closely.

"Pleased, Isaac." Zayn shook his hand. It was against his will, but the actor did not want to disappoint Harry

"Zayn, can I talk to you for a minute?" Harry asked, pulling him to a corner.

"What is it, Harry?"

"Isaac needs me. He invited me to have a drink. I want to know if it's okay for you to go home alone."

"Oh..." Zayn said, not knowing what to answer. "Sure, no problem!"

"Is everything okay? Are not you going to be upset with me since I was the one who convinced you to come?" Zayn wasn’t looking fine in Harry's eyes, or maybe it was just his imagination.

"Go with him, Harry. It’s fine with me." Zayn put his hands in his jacket pockets.

"Okay then. I won’t be late." Harry smiled.

"Let's go?" Isaac asked, seeing Harry by his side. "It was nice meeting you, Zayn. I hope we will meet again soon." Isaac smiled. Maybe it was Zayn's imagination, but the smile on his lips was not sincere, it was full of irony.

“It will be a pleasure." Zayn replied.

"I'll be home before Emma sleeps, okay?" Louis looked at Zayn; his friend was furious, he could feel it. And, he could see how Zayn’s hands were clenched tightly, as if ready to punch someone. "See ya!" Harry said, bidding the actor goodbye.

Harry and Isaac left the room, leaving Louis and Zayn alone.

"Are you alright?" Louis asked when he saw Zayn kicking a chair.

"No, Louis, I'm not fine. And, save your lecture, I don’t need it!" Zayn told him, leaving the room furiously.

"Someone's in a bad mood," Louis told himself.

Zayn got in his car as he saw Harry leaving with Isaac. A surge of anger washed over him. Just when Zayn had felt as if the pieces of his life were finally fitting together, Isaac had come to take what was unattainable to him, relationship with Harry. "Why am I so angry?" Zayn wondered.

"You're jealous, Zayn." Louis told him, taking the seat that was meant for Harry. Zayn looked at him without saying anything. "I’ve already told you, stop lying to yourself that he is just a friend.”

"Do you think Isaac is just a friend to Harry?" Zayn asked.

"So far, I think so, but Isaac thinks differently. Harry's just too innocent to realize that." Louis replied. Zayn punched the steering wheel.

"I need to get home." Zayn said, starting the car.

"Okay, don’t do anything stupid. Take care, brother." Louis patted his shoulder lightly as he left the car.

Zayn drove the whole way home, feeling quite confused. His stomach lurched, he even felt a bit dizzy. All he could think of was Harry and Isaac in a pub laughing and sharing their life stories. The idea made him nauseous.

The truth was that Zayn was in love with every part of Harry. Zayn was in love with his dumb jokes that made him cry with laughter, his husky morning voice, and the dimples on his face when he smiled. He was in love with his pancakes and the way Harry treated his daughter. Zayn was in love with the little things; things that, to Harry, were nothing, but to Zayn it was everything.

The actor felt a tremendous void without Harry at his side. Zayn switched on the radio. He missed Harry's voice singing along. Zayn could no longer lie to himself. His heart had a new owner, it was owned by someone with the name—Harry Styles.

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AN: Tell me what you think about this chapter, okay?What about Harry and Isaac? Are they just "friends"? A lot is yet to happen. Keep up with the story. Kisses Babies ♥️