Past:

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" A 19 years old Zayn asks his 18 years old best friend. Harry looks at his side only to find Zayn  staring up at the sky, looking at the stars.

"Yeah." Harry nods, still looking at him. "It's beautiful."

They wanted to spend a day together, like the old times. When there was no pressure of University, when they could hang out without the exam thoughts roaming aroumd their heads, when they could still be fools.

And since they are done with the exams for this semester, they decided to hang out together, just the two of them. So that's how they find themselves in the middle of a meadow after a day of roaming around the city, on the hood of Zayn's car, grazing up at the sky. Well, only Zayn is satring up at the sky since Harry is busy staring at Zayn.

"Do you know any other place beautiful than this?" Zayn asks and Harry instantly looks up at the sky when Zayn caught him staring.

"Yeah." Harry nods. "You remember last summer? When you were in first year and I was still in highschool? You couldn't come home because your exams were near."

From the corner of his eyes, Harry sees Zayn nodding his head. So he continues.

"So I went to Cheshire, our old home." Harry turns to look at Zayn who is already looking at him.

"You still remember that old house of yours? I mean, didn't you move here when you were 4?" Zaym asks, surprised. Harry only chuckles.

"Stupid! Of course I don't remember." He laughs. "I was bored out of mind without you. So I asksd mum if I could go there alone. I just wanted to be away from home for a while."

Zayn nods before looking back up at the sky.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Zayn asks and his voice sounds somehow hurt. "We used to tell each other everything."

Harry looks at him softly before hugging him from the side. He rests his chin on the older lad's shoulder and does his best apologetic pout.

"I'm sorry, Z." The hazel eyed man looks down at his best friend and a small smile instantly comes up on his face. Harry smiles back before hugging him tight.

"It's alright." Zayn mumbles before kissing his curls. A regular thing for them to do. It doesn't stop Harry's heart from doing back flips everytime Zayn would kiss his hair.

"So did you enjoy your time there at your old house?" At that Harry's eyes lit up.

"Oh God, yes. Cheshire is so beautiful, Z. And the house - I don't remember much about it but it was so peaceful." Harry then starts telling him about his visit. How he discovered some new places, like some fields, parks, restaurants and a bakery whose banana bread is to die for - as Harry described it.

Zayn just listens to him quietly. A small smile tugged on his lips as Harry describes the event with a little hand gestures. He looks happy - Zayn thinks. And that's enough for Zayn to know that, Harry must have really liked the place.

"-and then I used to look at the stars  from the rooftop of the house. God, Zayn - you won't believe how beautiful it was. Like the sky used to be full of the stars at night and the weather was so perfect. Every night I would stay up late and count the stars. It was so peaceful." Harry sighs in content as he close his eyes. As if he is at the rooftop right now and savouring the cool breeze around him.

"Sound wonderful. Seems like, you had a great time looking at the summer stars, yeah?" Harry nods happily but soon his face turns pink at Zayn's next words.

"Who knows, maybe oneday you'll be fucking under them as well?" Zayn teases him playfully which only earns him a punch on his arms and a dark blush on Harry's cheeks.

"Shut up." Harry mumbles before resting his head on Zayn's shoulder.

Zayn could only chuckle at his best friend fondly.

He hopes, oneday he could go to Cheshire with Harry and they could count the stars together.

From what he has heard from Harry, Cheshire sounds wonderful. Zayn can't wait to visit there and especially Harry's favourite place - the rooftop of his house.

The place which Harry has described as "The Region Of The Summer Stars."

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Present:

"Anne, I am really sorry to call you this late, but I really, need your help." Zayn asks om the phone as he walks out of the hotel and starts walking towards where his car is.

"Zayn, is everything alright?" Anne, Harry's mother, asks in. Concern. Zayn spots his car instantly and doesn't waste a minute in getting into the driver's seat.

"No." Zayn sighs as he combs his fingers through his jet black hair. "No, everything is not alright. I-I am in Cheshire."

"Cheshire?" Anne, asks in surprise.

"Yeah. I-I need to know where he and Aleeza is. I need to see them." Zayn sighs as he leans back on the driver's seat.

"Zayn, it's really late now." Anne says worriedly. "You can find him in the morning, Zayn. You should take rest."

"I can't take rest without knowing if he is okay. I need to know where he is."

"Zayn, he is-" Zayn could hear the hesitation in Anne's voice. He raises an eyebrow at that. "He is okay."

"You knew about him?" Zayn asks in surprise. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"I wanted to but-" The older woman sighs. "-Harry didn't want you to know. He made me swore on his life that I won't tell you anything."

"Typical, Haz."

"Yeah." Anne agrees. "Why did you call me by the way?"

"I-I need the address of your old house. The one in here. Could you please give me address?" Zayn asks as politely as he can. Yes, he is frustrated that Nick and Anne knew about Harry when he didn't, but he's not gonna be disrespectful to her.

"Alright." Anne says and Zayn is quick to enter the information in the GPS.

"Thank you so much." The hazel eyed tells her gratefully.

"It's nothing." Zayn could already hear her smile. "I am glad you are his husband, Zayn. I know Harry could act childish sometimes and so do you, but I can tell, you guys are perfect for each other. And together, you guys make a beautiful family."

Zayn smiles at her words. He remembers the time he had spent with Aleeza and Harry. From the good memories when they would play with the baby in the evenings, bake cupcakes together, watch movies at night - to the bad memories when Aleeza fell sick last winter and both the parents stayed up all night taking care of Aleeza and comforting each other.

And yes, they indeed make a good family.

"And Zayn?" Zayn's thoughts broke by his mother-in-law's soft voice.

"Yeah?"

"I know I have promised Harry that I won't tell you anything but-" She pauses for a second. "-you are like my son, as well. I must say, you are going in the right direction."

And that's the final confirmation he needed before he leaves to get his husband. He thanked her before hanging up the call and starts the engine of the car.

He is finally going to get his husband.

He is determined he will get him. But when he finds himself standing in front of a small house that reads, 'STYLES' ,  he can't help himself feeling nervous.

What if Harry doesn't want to comeback?

What if he hates him now?

But what scares him the most is:

What if he doesn't love me anymore?

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