Chapter 39

A tray of a bowl of brown rice and a glass of water, Zayn didn't know what else Harry can have, he didn't know if Harry could digest fruits at this point, or juice or even milk, so he just stuck to the basics.

Opening their shared bedroom door, Zayn found Harry curled up under the blanket. From where he was standing he could hear Harry's shallow breathing, it almost made him shiver, seeing Harry in a situation like this? It broke him, it hurt, even more, to feel helpless, not knowing what to do.

He just went on with his instincts.

The room was too dark, he didn't want to irritate Harry by turning on the lights, so he put the tray on the nightstand, Harry seemed unaware of Zayn's presence, or he didn't have the energy to acknowledge him, or he didn't want to.

Zayn walked around the house, looking for candles, he found a lavender one.

With the lit candle in his hand he walked back to the room, Harry was massaging his temple, the smell of lavender brought a small smile on his lips, he loved the smell, it helped him to calm down.

"you like the smell?" Zayn asked, he wanted to get a reaction out of Harry, he wanted Harry to acknowledge him, maybe get him to talk to him.

Harry just nodded in answer, hardly even moving his head.

Zayn got comfortable on his side of the bed, taking the tray on the bed with him, should he just give the food to Harry? How is he gonna eat with a blindfold on?

"I brought food Harry, I-" his words were caught off when Harry shuffled up, he was half-sitting, then he opened his mouth, waiting for the food.

"Oh-" feeding him it is then.

he made sure the rice is not too hot, then he gave a spoonful to Harry's waiting mouth.

Harry's face changed, scrunching his nose as if he was sucking on a piece of lemon, like he was waiting for something with more taste than just rice.

Zayn knew Harry, he knew what kinds of foods he likes, and something plain as rice was definitely not even close to the list.

"I know you don't like it, but I'll make pasta if you feel better," Zayn promised, getting closer to Harry.

To his dismay, Harry pouted, full-on, lips perking down, he even sniffed, crying over food.

Over motherfucking food.

"Come on, don't be like that, you need to eat this so you can have painkillers," Zayn cooed at the overgrown child in front of him, he prepared another spoonful, putting it on Harry's lips.

Harry turned his face, he didn't like the taste, hell it didn't have any taste, food like that would just make everything 10 times worse.

The thing is, at that state of weakness, food was the only source of Harry's happiness, a little spark of joy, and he just wanted something he actually liked.

Zayn rolled his eyes, picking up the bowl, and sat on Harry's lap, Harry didn't expect the closeness all of the sudden, he threw his hands on Zayn's thighs, he couldn't see, but he tried to steady them both.

"Now, where were we?" Zayn asked as he got comfortable on Harry's lap, "oh right! eating food cuz you can't take pills with an empty stomach!" Zayn said in a hushed tone, still being careful with Harry's headache.

Harry crossed his arms over his chest, still pouting, but his headache begged him for painkillers, so he gave in.

Parting his lips, Harry waited for the food.

The whole process was annoying but cute for Zayn, the way he didn't know how else he could force-feed Harry was the annoying part, Harry's little pout was cute though, adorable almost.

"And the last one!" Zayn cheered, not too loud, but with so much excitement, "it wasn't all bad now was it?" he chuckled.

All that came from Harry was a huff, it was exactly that bad, he didn't even feel full.

He just wasn't hungry anymore, but not satisfied.

Zayn gave Harry the glass of water, telling him he will be right back with painkillers.

He came back with aspirin and ibuprofen, he didn't know which one Harry takes, he gave Harry the choice, Harry wanted to voice out that he wants the ibuprofen, but he didn't want to talk.

So he huffed again.

Zayn was confused, "um... 1 for aspirin, 2 for ibuprofen," Harry showed him two fingers, so he gave a pill to him.

Zayn took the glass and put it back on the nightstand, he tucked Harry back under the blanket, he was about to walk away from the bed when Harry grabbed whatever was at his reach, which turned out to be Zayn's pants.

"Oh, do you need anything?"

Harry was laying on his side, he patted the mattress, asking Zayn to stay with him.

"erm, okay," Zayn got comfortable next to Harry.

They were facing each other, there was a cozy silence, it was calm and quiet, so quiet that Zayn thought Harry has already fell asleep.

But then Harry made a grumpy noise, he was obviously not as comfortable as Zayn thought he would be, then he inched closer to Zayn, he traced his hand from Zayn chest up, trying to find his face.

Then he stopped there, right on Zayn's lips, Zayn crossed his eyes to look at Harry's finger, then Harry pulled his hand, thinking he delivered what he was asking for.

He didn't.

"What?" Zayn couldn't come up with what could Harry possibly want, a kiss?

Harry huffed, pouting again, putting his hand on Zayn's throat this time, "you want something to eat?"

Harry shook his head, putting his hand on his lips again.

"um, I don't understand,"

Then Harry caressed his fingers on Zayn's arm till he reached his side, and he poked him there, Zayn laughed, that was ticklish, then it clicked, "Oh, you want me to sing?"

Harry smiled, a little, enough to shine up his face, then he curled up to Zayn's chest, his head tucked under Zayn's chin, enjoying the warmth.

Usually, Zayn doesn't sing when there are people around him, but this was different, so he thought of things he could sing, other artists or should he just sing a song of his own?

He decided to sing 'talk to me' something he wrote a couple of years ago.

You look through
There on your face, the way that you say the things that you do
I've been through
All of the games, all of the ways that you been fooled

Hesitantly Zayn put his hand on Harry's hair, massaging his scalp.

I know I seen your face
In different time and places

Come get a little closer
I wanna get to know ya
We ain't keeping no secrets
Start with our sheets between us tonight
Talk to me let's go deeper
You already know I need ya
We ain't keeping no secrets
I wanna see you leave on the lights
Talk to me, talk to me

as for the cue, Harry got even closer to Zayn, he could feel the vibration of Zayn's chest when he sang, it helped him in ways he couldn't possibly explain.

Say your peace
The words that come out, out of your mouth, I wanna hear
We can't be
Something divine, planets align
Where we should be

I know I seen your face
In different time and places
Come get a little closer
I wanna get to know ya
We ain't keeping no secrets
Start with our sheets between us tonight
Talk to me let's go deeper
You already know I need ya
We ain't keeping no secrets
I wanna see you leave on the lights
Talk to me, talk to me

Zayn didn't want to sing what came after that, so he stopped, he didn't know why he chose this song even, maybe he just wanted to hear Harry talk again.

Deep down he knew he missed his voice.

And it wasn't even a day since Harry went mute on him.

Harry pressed his nose to Zayn's chest, inhaling deeply, with his exhale, he let out a small voice, almost incoherent, but Zayn heard him anyway.

"thank you,"

It sent sparks down Zayn's heart, with a small smile he kissed the crown of Harry's head, "your welcome."

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happiest birthday to our baby!!!!!

imma say something again, just take this advice.

every now and then tell the people around you, the ones that you love, that they are beautiful, bold up their features for them, you have no idea how small things can help someone with their confidence level.

anyhow!

hope you enjoyed this chapter!

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