"Zayn?"

It's the first thing Harry says after opening the door.

Zayn doesn't say anything. He can't. He just keeps on staring at his green eyes, who are now staring back at his in shock. Zayn opens his mouth to say something but he can't. It's like, words got stuck in his throat as soon he saw Harry.

He can't believe he has finally found him. Harry is finally in front of him. He is finally seeing him, again.

"You're-you're here?" Harry asks, breaking the silence between them. "Why?"

Again, Zayn opens his mouth to say something, but nothing comes out of it. Harry seems to realize his inner battle, so he decides to say something instead.

"You can come and talk inside." He says softly to the older lad. Then maybe he remembers something because the next moment he quickly adds, "Only if you want."

Zayn only nods. Harry gives him a small nod before gesturing him to follow him into the house.

"I found you." Zayn whispers behind Harry when he sees him locking the door.

He sees Harry going stiff as soon the words left his mouth. He doesn't say anything, nor does he turn around. He just stands still where he is, with his hand still on the lock.

Zayn ever slowly makes his way towards the taller. In the quiet of the house, he can hear his own foot steps echoing around, but that doesn't stop him from going near to his husband. 

He feels Harry shiver under his touch when he gently places his hand on his, which was still resting on the lock. Gently, he brings the taller lad's hand down so that it's now on his side. Zayn wraps both his arms around his waist, so that he is now hugging Harry from behind and even though he feels Harry shivering, he can't stop himself when he leans in and rests his chin on his shoulder.

"I found you." He whispers again, but this time with a kiss on the side of his neck. It isn't a sensual touch, it's more of an affectionate touch that has Harry lift his hand up cup a side of his face.

"Yeah." Harry mumbles. "You found me." And even Zayn can't see him, he can feel Harry smiling a bit.

"You stupid, stupid , boy." Zayn whispers in a scolding voice but there's a bit of fondness mixed in it. "Couldn't even wait for me explain, huh?"

"I-I couldn't." Harry whispers. "Elina-"

Harry doesn't get to finish when Zayn suddenly turns him around and presses him gently against the wooden door. He looks at him only to find him blushing lightly. He wants to smile, but he can't. Not even when he hasn't said everything he wants to say.

"Don't even take that bitch's name in front of me." Zayn says seriously making Harry look at him weirdly.

"Um, you love her?" Harry asks him in confusion.

"Fuck, Harry." Zayn sighs in frustration before cupping his face. "Do you really think I have been worried sick about you and Al for weeks and searching for you because I love that bitch?" Zayn says the word with so much venom. Like he wants to kill Elina if she was here.

"I-I thought- .....She said, you-" Harry stammers looking at Zayn's intimidating eyes.

"She is a lying bitch." Zayn spits. Harry knows him enough to know that, it's not directed to him. So he gently raises one of his hands and cups a side of his face. Harry gently rubs the skin under his eyes gently with the thumb which seems to calm him down.

"She-she has been lying to me all these time, Haz. She has been manipulating me. And like fool I am, I believed  her. I believed her over you. Over our friendship. Fuck!" At this point, Zayn doesn't care if he is crying in front of Harry. He just needs to let it all out. He needs Harry to know that he loves him. He leans in and rests his forehead against Harry who has been listening to all these quietly, and Zayn is grateful for that.

"I-I let her ruin our friendship, our relationship - everything, Haz. Fuck! I even missed your pregnancy because of my idiotic self."

"Zayn, it's al-"

"No." Zayn leans back and shakes his head. "No, it's not alright. It's not alright that I believed her over you. It's not alright that I let her get to my head. It's not alright that I missed the first months of Aleeza. It's not alright that I laid my hands on you." He wipes the tears off his cheek and backs away when Harry goes to hold his hand.

"Fuck, Haz. You-you shouldn't even be with me. I am an idiot, an asshole who just keeps on hurting you. Fuck! I should leave. You deserve someone better. You deserve someone not fuckes up in the head as I am. You deserve-"

Zayn doesn't get to finish when Harry launch forward and hugs him tight. They feel each other shakinh in their arms as they both starts crying on each other's shoulder.

"Stop it, stop it, stop it." Harry cries as he hugs the tanned lad tighter. "I don't need anyone else. I don't want anyone else."

"But-but you should." Zayn chokes out. "I am not good for you. You deserve better."

Harry shakes his head before breaking away from the hug. He rests both his hands on the side of his tanned neck and looks at him only to find Zayn looking down.

"Look at me." Harry orders in a hoarse voice. Zayn shakes his head making Harry tighten his grip on the neck.

"Look at me, Z." This time Zayn looks at him only to find a pair of watery green eyes staring back at his own.

"Yes, you are an idiot. Have been since we were little. Yes, you are oblivious. Too oblivious to see how I have been head over heals for you for years. Yes, you were an asshole to me when I was pregnant. But..." Harry leans down to join their foreheads together. "I don't want any other else. I don't need anyone who isn't you. Because I fell for you, Z."

"Haz-"

"And who says you are not perfect? you are a perfect husband Zayn as well as a perfect father to Aleeza. Don't ever say you are imperfect, because you are not."

"But-" Zayn is cut off when all of a sudden, Harry leans in and joins their foreheads together. Zayn's eyes close on their own.

"And I love you, Z."

Everything becomes silent all of a sudden. The only thing that could be heard is the sound of their breathing. Zayn knows it's his time. He knows if he doesn't say it right now, he wouldn't be able to say it ever again. So taking a deep breath,  Zayn lets it out.

"Main bhi tumse pyaar karta hoon, Haz."
{"I love you too, Haz."}

"Huh?" Harry opens his eyes and stares Zayn at confusion. He clearly didn't understand what Zayn just said.

"You used to say something like this before.  But what does it mean?"

Zayn smiles at him before pressing him gently against the door. He leans down slowly, making the younger lad blush hard.

"It means..." Zayn whispers as he tucks a strand of curl behind Harry's ears. Harry's eyes start closing on it's own at the feeling of Zayn's minty breath fanning across his face.

"I love you too."

Harry opens his eyes and stares at him in confusion. Zayn waits for his reaction and chuckles softly when Harry's eyes finally widen in shock. But before the younger lad could say anything else, Zayn kisses him softly on the lips, pressing him against the cold wooden door.

"Mmmph." Zayn chuckles when Harry tries to say something in the kiss. Zayn playfully bites on his bottom lip, just to tease him a bit before finally letting him go. He looks at his husband who is now blushing like a beetroot and chuckles at his expression.

"So you-you didn't get your memory back?" Harry asks hopefully. Zayn smiles before pecking his forehead.

"Yeah, I did. I got my memory back." Zayn smiles at him.

"Then?" Harry asks in confusion. "You love me? How? You-you hated me."

"I didn't hate you, Haz." Zayn sighs before pulling the taller lad into a hug. "I never hated you. It was that bitch who had been manipulating me."

"But you wanted to see her first?"

"Yeah, I know." Zayn places a kiss on his curls before breaking away from the hug.. "I will explain everything to you after I see Al, okay?"

Harry nods. Zayn smiles before pecking his lips softly that is enough to make his husband blush.

Explanations could wait. But for now, he needs to see his daughter.

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I hope this chapter was okay? I was so blank before writing this chapter.

I love/loce you all. xxx