"Fuck Haz, pick up the phone for God's sake." Zayn mutters angrily as he keeps on dialing Harry's number but with no avail.

He's mad and worried. It's been 4 days since he last talked to Harry in his room and since then, he couldn't get in touch with him. He tried calling Liam and Niall, even Anne and Gemma but they all just said not to worry and that Harry is okay.

But then why isn't Harry picking up his call?

It was driving him crazy. He would have asked his parents but they have gone to Pakistan to attend one their close relatives wedding and he can't get in touch with them because of the poor Network. So yeah, he is worried for his best friend.

"Damnit Harry!" He yelled angrily while pacing in the empty living room when Harry didn't pick up his call for the 11th time in the day.

He threw his phone on the wall and ran a hand through his black hair in anger. He doesn't get it. Why can't Harry just pick up his call for once and tell him what happened to him? At least he wouldn't have to worry this much about him.

"Shit." He mutters when a pain shoots through his head making him stumble a little. Taking a seat on the couch, he slowly rests his head on the back of it and closes his eyes to relax a little. He then remembers he has forgotten to take his medication and a trail of curses again leaves his mouth. How could he forget to take his medicines?

After some minutes when he thinks he can walk, he gets up from the couch and walks upstairs to his room to get his medicines. As he is just about to open the top drawer of he bedside table, another pain shoots through his head, making him fall down on the floor with his head in his hand.

"Fuck! It hurts." He mutters holding his head in his hands.

He is about to get up and sit on the bed when he sees an edge of a book poking out under the table. Curious, he reaches out and pulls it out only to find it's an album.

He smiles because yeah, he remembers it. He remembers him promising to himself that he'd add the most memorable moments of his life in this album so when he gets old, he could look at it and relive it all. It's a secret album. So secret that even Harry doesn't know about it.

He is about to open it when another pain hits his head.

"Fuck!" He curses before placing the album gently on the bed and getting up. He gets his medicines from the top drawer then gulps it down with the glass of water that was on the table. He then gently takes a seat on his bed and makes himself comfortable before taking the journal in his hand.

"Let's see how many moments did I add in all these years." Smirking lightly he finally flips open the first page.

He smiles when he sees a picture of him and Harry smiling at the camera. He remembers taking it the first time his parents gift him a camera on his 14th birthday.

"10 years of friendship and still going strong. Thanks for being the best friend of the world, Haz. I love you." The caption read.

He smiles again. He feels lucky to have Harry in his life. He's truly the bestest friend in the world. Zayn is happy that they are still best friends. Fuck! He can't believe that they have been best friends for 22 years. He feels like he should thank his mother to put him in the same play school as Harry.

He chuckles at the thought.

Shaking his head, he turns to the second page and smiles wide when he sees another picture of Harry and him, but him in graduation cap and robe while Harry was in normal clothes. He chuckles when he remembers that Harry is in fact, a year junior than him.

"Finally graduated! The best feeling ever. Goodbye high school. Hope to never see you again."

He then turns to the third page and there he is standing in front of what seems like an University.

"First day in college. UCLA, here I come."

Fourth page and he is sitting in what seems like a pub with Louis, Liam and Niall beside him. He chuckles because they seem so happy. He wish he could remember it all.

"New life, new friends. They are the best people I swear. Even though he is preparing for his finals, I miss my Haz to no end. Come here soon, Haz. I miss my best friend."

He smiles when he turns to the fifth page. There he is standing with Harry in front of the university, smiling wide as ever.

"So finally he is here. I MISSED YOU SO MUCH HAZ! WELCOME!

P.S. I am still your senior, so you better listen to me kiddo!"

Sixth page and that when his smile turns into a frown. There he is standing in front of a river, kissing a beautiful girl.

"Finally after 3months, she said yes to be my girlfriend. I think, the one good thing that has happened to me in this final year is you, Elina. I love you so much, babe."

Seventh page and he is still standing with the girl in what seems like a Disneyland. They look happy.

"Two years anniversary. Can't believe we came this far babe. Can't wait to make you my other half. I hope you say yes when I ask you :) I love you so much."

Eighth page and his frown deepens. There is just a picture of a glass of bear and an ashtray full of cigarette butts.

"Can't believe you broke my heart like that. 3 years of dating and all you had to say was 'sorry Zayn, I can't do it. You're not exactly a husband material. I can't accept your proposal.' ? Was I just a pass time for you? Weren't you the one who said I am the best boyfriend ever? Was it a lie? I don't know."

Ninth page and it was him, Harry, Liam, Louis and Niall smiling at the camera.

"Can't believe I ignored them all because of a girl. I am so glad to have you all in my life."

Tenth page and he's grinning wide at the camera while holding two books in his hands.

"Finally I got my dream job. Finally I am a teacher!"

It's the Eleventh page when all his smiles and frowns vanished. There was no caption. Just a pic. Just one pic and that was enough to make his blood boil. To question his life decisions and to question himself what happened in those years.

He turns to the twelfth page, which was also the last and that's when his blood ran cold.

All he knows that he need answers.

He quickly runs down the stairs to get his phone. He thank the Gods as it was still working even after throwing so hard on the wall. Not wasting a minute, he quickly dialled Louis' number.

"Hello? Zayn? Are you okay?" Louis asks as soon he picks up the call.

"I need Harry's address." Zayn says sternly.

"Zayn, Harry is okay." Louis says with a sigh and God, does Zayn want to smack him right now.

"Louis, I. Need. Harry's. Address." Zayn says, emphasizing each and every word.

"Zayn I don't think it's a good id-"

"Don't you dare say it's not a good idea. Just give me his God damn address Louis or I swear I am never gonna talk to you or see your face." He whisper yells on the phone. He feels bad for saying that to Louis, knowing how much Louis loves him but he needs to reach out to Harry.

He need answers.

"Alright. Note it down." He smirks when he hears Louis sigh.

He is finally going to get his answers.

He is determined to get them.

Maybe that's why, half an hour later when he finds himself standing in front of Harry's door, his hand doesn't shake while ringing the doorbell to apartment 205.

The album still in his other hand.

He hears shuffling on the other side of the door before clicking the sound of the opening is heard.

This time, when Harry's tired looking face appears in front of him, he doesn't know what to think. He feels like he doesn't know the person at all. Like everything his life was a lie.

"Zay-Zayn what-what are you doing here?" Harry asks him and Zayn could hear the fear in his voice. He could hear the trembling in that husky voice of his as well.

And he wants to laugh bitterly because did Harry really think he wouldn't ever find out about it? Something as important as it is?

"Yeah, I am here Harry. I need answers." Zayn asks him without an emotion on his face.

"Wh-what answers?" Harry asks him and Zayn internally laughs when he sees the sweat beads form on Harry's forehead. He didn't understand how could Harry not tell him about this?

"So when were you going to tell me that you're my husband?"

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So yeah! I am bad at keeping secrets and I was dying to reveal Harry's secret with y'all 😂 I'm an impatient writer 😂

So as you can see, some of your theories were right. Congo!!!!

Also, if you guys could check out this book "Single shits but Fancy Ones" by beauty-fool it would mean a lot. It's a book where we single people rant about our problems 😂

I love/loce you all. xxx