Story Of My Life

The dinner was filled with smiles and meaningless conversations...Louis never got tired of saying that Monica's food was the best in the world, and Monica smiled proudly.

Monica had seen the transformation of Louis and Zayn from two teenage stars to great men. She loved them as if they were her own children.

Monica and Celine had joined the four at the dinner.

Emma looked at everyone seated around the table, it was not just her father who was happy. At that moment, she realized how much her father was loved, and she had the feeling that as long as Zayn was happy, everyone at that table would be as well.

"You should have seen Harry when he saw the article about our movie, Mon." Louis laughed as he ate his delicious mash.

"I can imagine. I'm so happy for you, my son." Monica smiled, extending her hand to Harry, who took her hand and kissed her next.

"Harry will be famous." Emma said, banging her cutlery on the plate excitedly. Everyone smiled.

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The dinner was great. Celine went back home while Monica said goodbye to everyone and headed back to her place, the house at the backyard of the mansion.

Emma slept in her godfather's arms as they watched "Frozen, a freezing adventure", the favorite movie of Louis, Zayn and Harry’s favorite child.

Harry took Emma in her bedroom, leaving Louis and Zayn alone in the living room.

"We can stop watching this movie already." Louis said, getting up and looking for another movie on the DVD shelf. "Why did you turn so still all of a sudden?"

"I'm thinking about my family." Louis stopped looking for a movie and looked at Zayn. "I'm so happy, I had a great time today. But I wish they were here too, I want all of us to be together." Zayn got up from the couch to prepare a drink for him and Louis. "I miss my mother. I miss my brother."

"I miss Liam too." Louis said thoughtfully.

"Sorry, I shouldn’t be talking about him with you. I know it is still a delicate subject for you. Lou, I'm sorry." Zayn walked up to Louis and hugged him.

"It’s not about me, Zayn. He's your family." Louis told him, pulling out of his embrace. "Alison's death made you leave a lot behind. Now that you’ve found yourself again, maybe it's time to get back everything that was yours...Your family, your work. You deserve all of it."

"I don’t know if I'm ready for my old life..."

"Call them..."

"I don’t know, maybe."

"Are we going to leave the movie night for another day? Maybe you and Harry want to watch some adult movie, and that's going to be a total annoyance for me." Louis said playfully.

Louis actually did not like it when the subject "Liam" was touched.

"Stop being an idiot." Zayn laughed. "Louis, I don’t know where I would be without you. Alison told me that not all angels have wings, that's true. You're my angel on Earth." Louis pulled him in a hug.

"I'll leave before I start crying. See you tomorrow." Louis said goodbye again. He was leaving the room when he bumped into Harry who had heard everything. "Good night, Harry."

"Good night, Louis."

Zayn put on a romantic song and held out his hand, inviting Harry to dance.

"You dance really well for someone who doesn’t know how to dance." Harry whispered in his ear, Zayn smiled. "I listened to your conversation, unintentionally."

"Unintentionally?" Zayn asked ironically

"At first, yes. I was curious afterwards." Harry admitted. "How long has it been since the last time you saw your family?" Harry asked, lifting his head from the actor's shoulder and looking him in the eye.

"I don’t remember very well. A year or more, I don’t know…" Zayn said as they stopped dancing. "My mother and Liam came here from Bradford every weekend to visit me. At first, I liked seeing them. Then..." Zayn didn’t have the right words to say.

"You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to." Harry sat beside him on the couch, holding his hand.

"After a while, my mother told me that I had to leave that pit. I told her to stop saying that, she never stopped. The last straw was when she sent some doctors to bring me to a clinic. I was drinking a lot, a lot, Harry. But I was never an alcoholic. Today I understand that she just wanted to help me, but what she did ended up making things worse for me...Lindsay found out and I almost lost my daughter...I could not bear to lose Emma..." The flashbacks of that day came to the actor's head, along with tears. "Lindsay ended up taking Emma away from me, and I was more lost than ever. I put all the blame on my mother when, in fact, I was the only one to blame. There was so much hatred in my life, inside me, that I always had to blame someone and I blamed the person who gave me life." Zayn was crying inconsolably.

"Breathe." Harry said, gently rubbing his back. "I love you, you know that?" Harry kissed his lips, he was crying too. He was so happy to have Zayn by his side, happy to be in his world, to be part of the actor's present, and hopefully be the cure for all the suffering Zayn had ever had in his life. "I'm here now." Zayn hugged him tightly. "What about Liam? What happened to him?"

"Liam did not approve of what my mother did either, he did not think it necessary. He and Louis found a way to get Emma back...I stopped drinking, not totally..." Zayn wiped his tears, breathing deep, wanting to continue. "When I came back to my senses, I saw how wrong I had treated my mother, but I never had the courage to face her again. Liam kept visiting me and telling me about her. I did not like it and ended up lashing out on him. It reminded me that I had lost her too, you know? After a while, his visits began to get less frequent, due to my actions and also Louis’... "

"Due to Louis?" Harry asked curiously.

"Yeah. Since I introduced my brother to Louis, he fell in love, Liam too I guess." Zayn said, uncertainly. “The two used to spend a lot of time together every time my family came to visit me. Louis loved him and still loves him, even if he says otherwise. My brother was not the type to be in a serious relationship. He was too young, immature. Shortly before Alison passed away, Louis told Liam that he could not wait forever for him to make up his mind. That was an ultimatum, Louis had hopes that Liam would choose to be with him, but that didn’t happen."

"Poor Louis." Harry said, sadly.

"It was...after Alison's death when they came to visit me, the tension between them was terrible. Louis didn’t want to see him, but he could not leave me alone. He never left, even when he had many reasons to do so, Harry. "

"Louis is a great friend, he loves you a lot. You're lucky." Harry smiled at him.

"I am, and Emma, too." Zayn rose from the couch, running his fingers through his hair. "But he still fell for my brother's charms, even after Liam rejected him...until Liam came here with a "friend". I didn’t like it, I told them to leave. It hurt to see the pain in my best friend's eyes. When they all left, Louis was the only one that stayed with me. I had to be on his side, do you understand?" Harry nodded and then stood up to face Zayn. "I never saw my brother again after that."

"It’s so sad that you had to go through all that." Harry hugged him, not wanting to let go of him again, he wanted to protect him. "Things will be different now, my love." Harry said, pecking his lips. "You're different."

"Maybe…" Zayn kissed back. "Can we watch the movie another day? I need to get some sleep."

"Of course, go to sleep."

"You're not coming with me?"

"I'm not sleepy, I'm going to stay here and work a little on the script."

"Alright then." Zayn told him, kissing him on the forehead. "Good night."

"Good night."

After Zayn walked out of the room, Harry got up to check if he was really going up the stairs. He walked slowly, without making a sound, to the back door of the mansion. Harry ran through the garden, not wanting to be seen. He knocked on the door about 5 times and got no answer, he tried once more.

"Harry?" Monica asked, sounding frightened, arranging her robe.

"Sorry to bother you at this time, Monica, but I know only you can help me." Harry spoke fast, almost out of breath with all the running.

"What happened to you, my son? Are you okay?"

"I need Mrs. Malik's number."

"Zayn's mother’s number? What are you up to, Harry?" Monica asked, opening the door.

"It's for a good cause, Mon, I promise."

"Ok, just a moment."

Monica went inside to find a paper to write down the number. Harry smiled, thinking that everything could finally be as before for Zayn, and a small part of him believed that it could also be good for Louis.

"Here it is." Monica handed him a small piece of paper with the number. "I hope you know what you're doing, kid."

"Thanks, Mon. I hope so too."

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AN: What did you think? Louis and Liam? I expect your answers in the comments. Thank you for reading my story