It was so hard, driving when he couldn't see properly, Harry was driving slower than usual but he still felt like he might crash the car.

When he finally parked his car in his special spot in the parking lot, he gave himself a couple of minutes to get his breathing back to normal.

He could feel his workers are staring at him, he just kept his head up and walked to the elevator as relaxed as he could.

Since Zayn already called Liam, he was waiting for Harry in his office, biting his nails, eyes on the clock praying Harry makes it to the company safely.

Without talking to his assistant, Harry just walked to his office, finding Liam walking back and forth.

"finally! Oh man, you look like shit," Liam said coming closer, scanning Harry for any injuries whatsoever.

Harry rolled his eyes, walked to his desk, "well, you are not my type either,"

Instantly he called his assistant to bring him some coffee, one for Liam too.

"coffee? You gonna have to eat something, you didn't breakfast either," Liam said, ready to go and bring him something to eat.

"wait, how do you know?" Harry asked, frowning, what the hell?

"Zayn called," Liam answered casually.

"oh, now he cares?" Harry chuckled, "anyway, what's the plan for today? Any meetings?"

Liam so wanted to argue with Harry, Zayn was scared shitless when he called Liam, but he decided not to interfere, "we have a meeting with Mr. Ackles, he is eager to sign the contract we couldn't agree on last year and-"

"alright Liam, can you email the details for me? Thank you." he interrupted Liam, a bit rude, but Liam knew if the headache is creeping in, he has to just give Harry space.

So he just nodded and left, he did ask his assistant to give Harry something other than coffee though.

Harry had coffee and biscuit on his desk, but even the thought of something other than coffee made him sick, so he just drank his coffee, it didn't help much with the headache, but it kept him a little warmer.

Harry read the emails, once, twice, three times, but it was like he was reading some random words, he couldn't read them as a sentence, some words didn't even have meaning for him, at some point he couldn't see properly again.

He just shut his screen, closing his eyes, his office was too bright, rays of the sun felt like needles in his eyes.

He was not gonna make it to the meeting, work was not a good idea.

It didn't even accrue to him that he needs to inform Liam he is leaving, he just packed and left, his legs were so wobbly, his skin was white as chalk on the walls, his hair was kinda greasy from how much he was sweating, he was just praying he could make it to his car without anyone see how much worse he could get.

When his ears started to ring, he knew he needs to get home, like right now.

Not even sunglasses were helping how sensitive his eyes were to light, it was maybe 10 minutes after he started driving he knew he was lost, he lost his way to home, he was in the middle of a highway, back of his head he knew where he was, but his body was not cooperating with him, he just parked his car somewhere safe.

He wanted to call Liam to come and pick him up, but when Liam picked his phone he couldn't form words.

And Liam knew, he just knew from his silence what was happening.

Poor guy thought Harry would still be at his office, so he ran there, only to find it empty.

He called Harry again, he knew he won't be able to talk, "Harry, buddy, send me your location, you can do that right? of course you can, I'm waiting yeah?" Liam tried to talk as soothingly as he could.

It took Harry about 5 minutes to finally manage to send Liam his location, who was waiting in his car, before Liam can race to the location, he saw a familiar figure walking to the company entrance.

"Zayn!" Liam called after the back haired boy.

Zayn flinched turned around to the source of the voice, he saw Liam waving at him from his car, he ran to the car, "jump in, Harry is not here," Liam's voice was so stressed that Zayn didn't even question where they are going.

But Liam decided to give him a bit of explanation, "he decided to come home but he lost his way, I think he is having a migraine attack, he-"

Zayn's breath hitched, "migraine? Since when?" Harry had asthma, he knew only that!

"I think it started maybe 8-9 years ago? It wasn't that bad at first, it got worst over time, but he had a grip on it, for I don't know 3 years? Why he is having an attack again?"

Liam tried to explain, he didn't know how much he can share, but Zayn is Harry's husband so he had the right to know everything.

"he- he didn't have dinner last night, no breakfast this morning, he threw up too, I thought-" Zayn stopped, what did he think? Harry wasn't drunk, why didn't he stop Harry from leaving the house? Why didn't he push Harry to let him help? "fuck!" Zayn cursed loud, what if something happens to Harry cuz Zayn couldn't shut his mouth?

"he'll be ok, he stopped the car, so he is probably just waiting for me," Liam said.

Harry was waiting for Liam, not Zayn, he didn't call Zayn, he didn't ask for help from his husband.

And now that, that hurt.

Zayn was deep in thoughts, till Liam saw Harry's car "that's him,"

Harry was out of his car, looked like he just emptied his stomach, he was sitting on the ground, his back leaning on his car, his knees to his chest, head resting down on his knees to block the light as much as possible.

Zayn froze, he didn't know how to comfort Harry, but Liam was fast, he took a blindfold out of the dashboard, he was always prepared for these situations, and he ran to Harry.

"Hey buddy," Liam whispered, slowly, without making Harry move his head, he put the blindfold on him.

Harry whimpered in pain, his mouth opening like he wanted to say something and he couldn't.

Seeing Harry in that condition, Zayn couldn't help but have tears running down his cheeks, he couldn't help Harry, it was the worst thing he ever felt.

"Zayn sit on the backseat, let Harry lay his head on your lap," Zayn stared at Liam who had Harry cling to him, "come on Zayn, move!" it was not the time to hesitate.

The second Harry head was on his lap, he started crying silently again, Harry's head was soaked with cold sweat, it was like the blindfold was calming him down somehow.

Zayn could see Harry clenching his teeth together, it was like Harry didn't even know Zayn was there too though.

Liam closed the doors so gently that Zayn barely noticed it.

Starting the car, Liam had one eye on the road, the other watching Harry on the rearview mirror, he saw Zayn having tears running down.

'These idiots, what are they doing?' Liam thought.

"massage his temple, avoid touching his hair," Liam whispered loud enough for Zayn to hear, careful not to irritate Harry.

With shaky hands, Zayn did what he was told, trying to be as gentle as possible.

It felt like hours till they reached the home, Liam parked his car and helped Harry out, Zayn right behind them, fumbling with the keys.

When Zayn opened the front door, Liam just helped Harry walk to the bedroom, he laid him on the bed and walked to the bathroom.

Harry was squirming in pain, Zayn sat next to him, massaging his temple again, he didn't know what else he could do.

Liam came back to the bedroom, helping Harry get up gain, Zayn frowned.

"you gonna take a hot bath bud, you like that yeah? It'll help you," Liam said, sitting Harry on the toilet seat.

He was about to help him undress when Zayn stopped him, "I can do that," Zayn mumbled, not to sound too jealous.

Liam couldn't say he wasn't happy, he was thrilled that Zayn decided to step up, he smiled, "I'll make him some brown rice,"

Zayn nodded, waited till Liam was out, he was about to take the blindfold off, when Harry put his hand on it, without saying anything.

blindfold stays, copy that.

Tie, suit, shirt, was off of Harry, Zayn helped Harry to stand to undo his pants for him, Harry was standing in nude, still shaking, Zayn took his hand and helped him in the tub.

After a couple of seconds, Zayn asked "can I wash your hair?" he didn't know if he could touch Harry or not.

Harry nodded, putting his head on his bent knees, Zayn was so gentle with his moves, he didn't ask Harry if he could wash his body or not, he just did, as much as he could without making Harry move much.

Harry would moan or whimper in pain every now and then, but he wouldn't utter a word.

The hardest part of all of this was when Zayn had to help Harry out of the tub, dry him and dress him again, he could ask Liam for help, but he just wanted to do it himself, he chose cozy pair of pants and a hoodie.

The blindfold was wet, Zayn was sure he saw more blindfolds when he was cleaning the house when he and Harry just got 'married'.

"Harry, I wanna change the blindfold," Zayn informed Harry, standing in front of him.

With shaky hands Zayn took the blindfold off, Harry came forward, leaning his face on Zayn's stomach, it was all he could do to block the light, Zayn's heart dropped, he put another blindfold on Harry's eyes, made sure it blocks as much light as possible.

Understanding what Harry wanted was so hard when he wouldn't utter a word, Zayn didn't know if he should put another duvet on Harry or not, he just went with his instincts to get Harry as comfortable as possible.

It looked impossible though, Harry would squirm, whimper in pain, Zayn sat next to him, eyes still teary, he didn't know what to do to help!

Harry laid on his side, facing Zayn, knees to his chest, then Zayn noticed something, the white mattress, red spots, is he bleeding?

Zayn crouched down, his nose.... "fuck!" Zayn mumbled, he ran to Liam, he didn't know what to do now.

"li! Liam!" he called.

"what? What happened?" Liam was sitting on the counter, going through his phone, he jumped down at Zayn's stressed voice.

"his- his nose! He- he is-"

"bleeding?" Liam asked with a relieved sigh.

"yes! The mattress is red; we need to take him to hospi-" he could feel his heart beating in his mouth.

Calmly, Liam gave Zayn a couple of paper tissues, Zayn was frozen, "put this under his nose, he is fine."

Zayn wanted to ask what the fuck, but Liam knew better, so he ran back to Harry, who was laying on his face, exhaling loudly.

"Harry, let me see your face," Harry whimpered, he didn't want to move, "come on, let me clean the blood,"

Harry moved his face a bit enough that Zayn could clean up the blood, "thank you," Harry huffed, putting his face right back on the pillow.

It was kinda cute.

Liam watched from the door, it was safe to leave now, "Z?" Liam called him, gesturing to Zayn to come out.

"yeah?" Zayn asked after he closed the bedroom door gently.

"the rice is ready, make sure he eats, then give him some painkillers, he-" Zayn cut him off.

"are you leaving?!" he panicked.

"yeah, you can do the rest, as I was saying-"

"but what if he gets worse?" Zayn asked, biting his lips.

"he won't, make sure he eats, in a couple of hours you can take the blindfold off too-"

"you sure?"

Liam chuckled, "don't worry, but he probably won't talk for a day or two, he says his own voice would echo through his head, so give him some time."

Zayn frowned but he nodded anyway, "thank you for everything Liam,"

Liam smiled, hugged Zayn before he left.

As Zayn was putting food in a dish for Harry, he was thinking, if he didn't ask when Harry would go to work this morning, would this all happen? Probably not.

He so wanted to cry, but he needed to be strong so he could help Harry, so he gathered every ounce of strength he had.

Harry will be ok.

Both of them will be.

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Was it too long? Sorry

so yeah i was listening to the song above when i was thinking about what to write, so it came out kinda sad?

idk.

but i really need to say this, being a dom, it doesn't make someone heatless, emotionless, too strong, no. someone could be a dom and still feel extreme emotions, and someone could be a sub and not show too much emotions. it all depends on the personality.

AND ZAYNS ALBUM, WTF.😭😭😭😭😭 

tightrope, sweat and outside are my absolute favs.

anyway, thanks for reading, hope you enjoyed. 

love ya all.