Us

AN:  Guys, I'm so happy. Now my story is in eleventh place in the most popular stories about Zarry.And this is because of you. Who comment, vote and add this fic to your reading list. Thank you. And now ... a good read ♥ ️

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Never in his life did Harry feel so nervous, never even when he'd told Zayn that he was in love with him. Harry was more than nervous, he was scared, scared of doing the wrong thing. But the most important thing for him was that Zayn could be complete again. And, since Zayn and he were finally together, Harry had promised himself that he would do anything to protect Zayn, and help the actor find happiness again.

Harry looked at Trisha who also seemed nervous about the meeting. Harry looked at her features, remembering the face he knew so well. Zayn had inherited many things from his mother, and from all the things they had in common, Harry realized that their sad eyes were certainly the most similar.

"You want another coffee?" Harry asked Trisha who had her hands wrapped around her body, as if she was hugging herself. It seemed like she was protecting herself from Harry's view.

"No thank you." One more thing in common, the mother and the son both were persons of few words.

"Well, Mrs. Malik, I..."

"You can call me Trisha." She said, interrupting him.

"Sorry, Trisha." Harry said, smile creeping up at the corners of his mouth. "Thank you for coming to see me."

"I had to come and check with my eyes." Trisha did not look him in the eyes, Harry understood that “Zayn” was a delicate subject for her. "You told me yesterday that you were my son's friend...And with everything I saw after my daughter-in-law's death...it was hard to believe that Zayn have another friend  than Louis."

"I understand. Your son is incredible, Mrs Ma...Trisha. Sorry." Harry said as he sat facing her. "I'm sorry I intruded on your private matters, but it's just...Zayn misses you and his brother."

"I don’t know, Harry. That’s your name, right?" Harry nodded. Trisha's voice was low and calm, matching her sweet face. "Did he send you to look for me?" Trisha asked. After half an hour in the cafe, it was the first time she actually looked at Harry.

"No...Well, I feel that's what he wants to do, he just does not have the guts. He knows he hurt you Trisha, but try to understand, he is the one who’s hurting the most with all that has happened.”

"I have not seen my granddaughter in almost 2 years, Harry." The calmness in her voice was gone, giving way to tears, and a choked up voice. "He threw me out of his house. Can you imagine how painful that can be for a mother?"

"I can imagine, Trisha." Harry took her hand that was on the table and gave it a reassuring squeeze. "Now I want you to imagine how painful it was for him to lose the woman he loved and have the person he loved the most in the world, his daughter, be taken away from him. You as a mother know how painful it is to lose a child. Zayn was left with no ground." Harry's voice was quiet, the urge to cry consuming him.

"You think I don’t think about that?" Trisha was still crying, but it was more restrained now. "I think about it every day, I caused that scar on my son…And I'll never be able to heal it." Trisha got up from the table, grabbing her purse from the back of her chair.

"Don’t go, please." Harry got up too and kept her from leaving the cafeteria. "You didn’t make that scar. Time made it." Trisha looked deeply and pulled Harry into her arms. "His wounds are healing, I believe he only needs you to have no more scars from it." Harry whispered in her ear with his arms clutching her back.

Hugging Trisha made him think about his younger self, little Harry from years ago…the little boy who liked to imagine a world where everyone lived happily, who liked to listen to the Beatles while dreaming about becoming a hero. That boy who loved Harry Potter but did not believe in magic, the boy who just wanted to change the world. Harry smiled with Trisha still in his arms, he smiled at himself, or at little Harry. Harry smiled with a long dreamy feeling; little Harry had never imagined that years later he would be making his contribution to change the world, or rather, his world. Because, Zayn Malik was definitely the whole world to him.

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"Where were you, Harry?" Zayn asked him, phone in his hand. "I called you several times. Why did you not go to the rehearsal?" Zayn fired away, he was worried about Harry.

"Zayn, I…I just want to help, ok?" Harry told him, already looking apologetic. "I just want the best for you, always."

"Why are you telling me this?"

At that moment, Trisha opened the office door. It was a strange feeling. It was exactly in that place that she was thrown out of her son’s life, two years ago.

"Mom?" Zayn’s face had lost its color. "You...?" Zayn looked at Harry, unable to speak, but Harry understood the question and nodded.

"I think you need to talk to each other alone." Harry told them, leaving the office.

"I don’t know if I should have come..." Trisha said since Zayn hadn’t said anything "I think I'd better go." Trisha prepared to leave the office.

"No...Stay with me." Zayn's voice was weak, Trisha felt the tears fall on her face as well as her son's. They rushed to get into an embrace, they had both been waiting for so long. "Sorry, mom." Zayn cried.

"I'm sorry too, my son."

"I love you, I love you, I love you..." Zayn said, kissing her on the forehead.

They stayed in the office for three hours. Harry was afraid that he had done the worst and got himself kicked out of Zayn’s life forever.

The sofa in the living room next to the office, once so comfortable to Harry, now felt like it was full of nails. He could not sit still. The young actor walked from one side of the room to the other so much that he could have made a hole in the floor. Harry had been biting his nails for the past 3 hours, he was anxious and panicking.

The door opened, Harry turned his back to the door.

"I'm coming back with Liam." It was Trisha's voice. "Thanks, Harry." He turned around feeling the soft touch on his shoulder. "You're an angel." Harry smiled at her and then hugged her. Zayn was right behind them, eyes bright and a beautiful smile on his lips.

"Too bad I couldn’t meet Emma." Trisha said turning towards her son.

"It’s not a missed opportunity, mom. The door to my house will always be more than open for my family." Zayn said, making her smile really wide, which made Harry smile too.

"Thank you, my son." Trisha caressed Zayn's face, kissing him on the forehead. "Take good care of Harry, he's a golden boy."

"I'll take care of him." Zayn said, giving her a kiss on the cheek. "I love you."

"Bye, Harry." Trisha hugged him. "I'm glad to have you as my son-in-law." Trisha winked at him, Harry was in shocked. He looked at Zayn who smiled at him.

The two walked Trisha to the gate. The feeling of happiness invaded the house.

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"You're the best boyfriend in the world." Zayn pecked Harry on the lips once he saw Trisha driving away.

"I'm so happy. I was so scared." Harry sighed, hugging Zayn tightly. "I just wanted the best for us, Zayn...Whatever works best for you will always be the best for me." Zayn grinned from ear to ear and pulled him closer for another kiss.

"I love it when you say ‘Us’." Zayn said, softly rubbing his nose against Harry’s. "This little 'us' sounds like we're an army of a thousand people, indestructible, and at the same time, it sounds like we're two bodies one soul." Harry smiled.

"I love your Malik theory."

"And, I love you." Zayn kissed Harry again, pulling him towards the mansion. Harry let himself be carried away.

Zayn was finally ready. Harry was smiling with his mouth glued to Zayn’s, knowing that Zayn would be totally his. Their clothes were scattered around the room and on the stairs. The house was all theirs since Emma always stayed at Monica's house when her granddaughter came for a visit.

Zayn led Harry to his room. The young actor was pressed against the wall, kissing and sucking on Zayn's neck. Harry knelt down facing the actor's erection which, like his, was hard and throbbing.

They were so entangled in each other that they could not hear the doorbell ringing constantly. Little did they know that it might be their last night in peace! They must enjoy! 

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AN: I hope you have enjoyed it. Until the next chapter.