"Hey!" Harry smiles as he sits beside Zayn in the middle of the rooptop, with two steaming cups of hot chocolate in his hands. "Looking at the stars?" He asks quietly when he sees Zayn looking up at the sky. He holds out one cup to his husband who takes it with a grateful smile.

After putting Aleeza to sleep, Harry suggested it's better if they talk on the rooftop since then they wouldn't wake the baby up in case they start screaming or yelling. Zayn, understanding everything, of course agreed and took some blankets from the younger lad for them to sit on it on the rooftop. It would be a lie if Zayn said he didn't, for once, think of it as a house date.

"Yeah." Zayn gives him a small smile before looking back up at the sky, full of twinkling stars. "The sky looks beautiful."

"It is." Harry agrees, now looking up at the sky as well. "As well as calming."

"Yeah. Now I realize why you call it 'The Region Of The Summer Stars.' It's quite reasonable."

The two falls in a comfortable silence after Zayn's words. No one says anything and starts sipping on the hot drink. They are halfway through the hot chocolate, when Harry finally decides to break the silence.

"You do know that you have a lot of explaining to do, right?"

"Yeah " Zayn nods. "I know and-" Zayn turns to his side to look at his husband, who is looking back at his hazel eyes. "-and I will explain everything to you. Whatever you want to know, I'll tell you."

"Alright." Harry nods. Closing his eyes for a bit, the younger lad takes a deep breath. He is finally going to ask the things, he thought he never could. He is finally going to hear Zayn's side of story.

So taking a deep breath for the final time, Harry opens his eyes and starts asking him the questions that has been haunting him for years.

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"God!" Harry shakes his head in amusement after hearing everything Zayn has to say.  Throwing his head back a little, he laughs when he sees Zayn frowing at him. "I-I don't even know if I wanna be mad at you for believing her over our friendship or feel sorry for you for letting her manipulate you."

"Hey!" Zayn frowns at him. "That's not fair." He takes the last sip of his now-cold hot chocolate and glares at his husband. "I tell my side of the story and all you do is laugh?"

"I am-I am so sorry." Harry chuckles. "But this is so funny. I always knew you were stupid, but I didn't know you are this stupid, Z."

"Hey!"

"And you are so oblivious. God!" Harry laughs in amusement. "You are so stupid."

His laugh soon turns into a surprised gasp as his back hits the blankets they are sitting on. He gapes at Zayn who is now smirking down at him whilst pinning him down on the hard floor of the rooftop.

"You were saying something, Jaan?" Leaning down, he hazel eyed lad whispers in his ear, making his husband blush instantly.

"What does...what does it mean?" Despite of him wanting to snog the hell out of his husband, Harry needs to know the meaning of the word from Zayn. He once thought about using google but then back out of it. He wanted to know from Zayn. And he will wait as long Zayn wants him to.

"You-you said you'll tell me when the right time comes. Do you think it's the right time?" The younger lad reminds him.

Zayn smiles at him before reaching up and pecking his pale forehead, making Harry close his eyes instantly.

"Love in Urdu." Zayn whispers against his forehead. "It actually means..." He kiss both his eyelids. "Life in general but..." Zayn mumbles against his cheeks whilst intertwining their fingers together, holding them tightly as he moves them up on the both sides of the younger lad's head. Harry realeases a breathy moan when Zayn kiss below his ear, one of his weak points.

"But?" The green eyed boy asks breathily when Zayn starts mouthing his jaw. The older lad pulls away a bit and looks down at his husband only to find the green eyes have already darkened with want, probably mirroring his own.

"But when he call our loved ones Jaan..." He whispers leaning down so that their breaths are mixing together. "...it means the same as 'Love' in English." Zayn whispers before leaning down so that their lips are barely touching.

"Main tumse pyaar karta hoon, Jaan." The older lad whispers before finally closing the gap between their lips.

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Sorry for not updating tomorrow :(

I am feeling so tired and sleepy as I am writing this chapter. I hope I am not letting you guys down. I am so sorry if I did :(

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