Alisha

AN:HI GUYS... , in this pic Ashley Benson is Alison. And Demi is Alisha, sister of Alison that you will know in this chapter ok? Good reading .x

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Lying in the bed, after long hours of love-making, they pictured their future. It was not just promises of love, it was more than that. They made promises, promises of a future together, a new family, ‘The Indestructible Three’—that was Harry’s loving way of referring to Zayn, Emma and him. Zayn smiled because he knew it was true, he felt exactly the same every day when the three of them sat at the dining table.

At 23, Harry had stopped believing that he would find love or a place where he belonged, a home he could call his own. Harry didn’t believe that there were feelings beyond infatuation. But now, he laughed at himself thinking how silly he was. Love is beautiful, pure and the noblest of feelings.

"When you’re by my side, it feels like the most beautiful and romantic songs are playing in the background.” Zayn smiled, kissing the top of Harry’s head that was resting on his chest. Harry realized how cheesy it sounded, but he did not care. Love is cheesy. "I never imagined that I could feel all this happiness, I'm the happiest man in the world." Harry kissed Zayn on the chest, one hand holding the actor's waist tightly. "You and Emma are the greatest gifts my life has given me. I don’t think I'll ever be able to thank God enough."

"How ironic can life be sometimes?" Zayn asked Harry to get up and sit next to him at the head of the bed. "When I thought I had hit the rock bottom, I couldn’t feel anything else. You brought me everything, everything, Harry." Zayn took Harry’s hands in his, making his eyes shine with each words, "After last night, I'm sure what we feel for each other goes beyond love. It was the meeting of souls, my soul was predestined to be yours." Harry smiled as he pressed his forehead against the actor's. A comfortable silence invaded the room for a while "You gave me everything, Harry, everything that was missing in my life. You brought my family back, somehow Emma too...There is nothing more gratifying for me than to see happiness in my daughter's eyes. She is happy to see me happy. And she knows that my happiness is you.

"I love you," Harry whispered to him.

And they faced each other, with smiles and a look...a look that reaffirmed that they were the perfect fit for each other. And, at that moment, Zayn realized that Harry was the kind of person he should never lose.

 

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"Zayn!" Monica was pounding on the door. "Zayn, open the door!" The constant knocks woke Harry up. He got out of the bed, stretching himself.

"Good morning, Monica." Harry said as he rubbed his eyes, trying to get them to open. Monica looked at Harry for a moment, dressed only in his underwear. Her eyes shifted to the bed, Zayn was sleeping peacefully with nothing but a pair of underwear. Monica smiled to herself, she already had suspicions but now she was sure. "What happened? Emma okay?" Harry asked, worried, he was more awake now.

"She's fine, Harry." Monica told him, entering the room "She's still in my house with Sophie." Monica walked up to the bed. "Darling, Zayn, wake up." Monica said softly, smoothing Zayn’s hair. Monica was worried, she didn’t know herself why she was waking up Zayn, her boss who was more like a son to her. But the look in the eyes of the visitor suggested that the subject was urgent.

"Mon?" Zayn was startled to see Monica sitting on his bed. "What time is it?" Zayn got up quickly, looking around the room.

"7 am."

"Why did you wake me so early, Mon?" Zayn asked her, letting himself fall on the bed again.

 

"Alisha is here." Monica barely finished the sentence and Zayn was already standing in front of her. Harry's eyes widened, shocked.

Alisha was Alison's younger sister, younger by a year and 10 months precisely. She was Emma's godmother, while Louis was the godfather. After Alison’s death, his ex-sister-in-law had never set foot in the mansion again. Zayn understood it was difficult for her, as the sister and the best friend of the actress, to come to the place where everything reminded her of the docile and kind Alison. 

The two sisters were inseparable, they always went everywhere together, from grocery shopping to the appointments with the gynecologist. Alisha still saw her niece, but these visits were done away from the mansion.

Zayn didn’t know the reason for Alisha's sudden unexpected visit, but one thing he was sure, it was not a good sign.

 

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"Alisha." Zayn walked over to her and hugged her, the two of them held each other for a while without saying a word. The respect and admiration between the two was mutual.

"You look good." Alisha said, letting her hand trace the actor's face.

"You too." Zayn smiled at her, and it was impossible for him at that moment not to remember the sweetness of his late wife as he stared into her eyes.

"I came here last night, but no one received me." Alisha told him sitting on the couch in front of him. "I have no good news."

"You're making me worried." Zayn crossed his arms. Harry appeared in the living room, and Alisha stood up to greet him. "He's my friend, someone I can trust with my life."

"Are you Harry?" Alisha asked as she held out her hand to him. Harry and Zayn looked at each other, alarmed.

"That's right." Harry answered, giving her a friendly smile.

"I called Emma a couple of weeks ago, and she told me that you had a new friend, Zayn, and that he was living here." Alisha smiled sweetly at Zayn who sighed in relief. "Emma really likes you." Zayn smiled at Harry. "I know you're more than friends."

"What are you talking about?" The two asked together.

"Zayn, I don’t care who you're dating. I'm glad you're happy. I'm sure Alison, wherever she is, will be happy for you too." Alisha grinned, opened her arms for her ex-brother-in-law.

"I did not expect any less from you, Alisha," Zayn said, hugging her. "Thank you."

"The problem is that..." Alisha didn’t know how to say. "The problem is my mother, Zayn…She knows. She told me about you and Harry." Zayn sat down, already predicting the worst. "Someone gave this information to her, she did not tell me who it was." Zayn nervously ran his fingers through his hair while Harry paced the room. "You know she wants to take Emma away from you. And so, for her, that was precious information. "

"Damn." Zayn got up, kicking some chairs in anger and frustration. 

 

"I could never forgive myself if I hadn’t told you. My sister would never want Emma to be away from you. My mother's lawyers have been working on the case for a long time. They say she will win the custody of Emma very soon. They already claimed that you were depressed, out of work, that you were an alcoholic. And now..."

"And now what, Alisha?" Zayn asked, unable to hold back his tears.

"That…Emma is being raised by two homosexuals and that…this "difference" ruins a child’s life."

"But she cannot prove anything." Harry yelled, feeling exactly the same pain as Zayn.

"Unfortunately she can. This informant helped her a lot. My mom has a lot of pictures of you two together. I don’t know how but she does."

"What am I going to do now?" Zayn screamed loud enough for Monica to hear. She came running into the room and hugged him. "I'm going to lose Emma, Mon." Zayn was crying on her shoulder.

"Calm down, son. Calm down."

"I swear I didn’t mean to upset you, Zayn, I just want to help you." Alisha told him but he was not listening. He was terrified, losing his daughter was his worst nightmare. "I have to leave now. I'm afraid she's watching me too, and it will make things worse for you. Sorry, I just wanted to help." Alisha came near him and kissed him on the forehead.

Alisha left the room, and Harry walked her to the door.

"I'm going to make you some tea, my son, calm down."

"What do we do now, Harry?" Zayn asked him. The tears on the actor's face cut him deeper than a knife.

"We'll find a way." Harry hugged him. "We are an army of a thousand soldiers, remember?"

Harry didn’t know how much he believed in his own words.

 

In Zayn's arms, Harry prayed softly. He knew that a big storm was on the way, and he prayed to the heavens for the rainbow to come after the storm passed.

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AN: Be sure to comment please. Do you know who this informant is? I hate him.