His groggy mind registered nothing but darkness and for a moment he panicked, when a strong perceptual emotion overpowered him but at the same time it was like he was sinking deep into an unknown oblivion. He sensed visions in his head, not surprised to see his own memories playing on the screens at the back of his eyelids, along with the dark torment he feared, that what saw few minutes ago, is just another dream.

He saw himself lying naked in the arms of Rameses Zayn, his head resting on the Pharaoh's chest, while the gentle fingertips of the Pharaoh drew slow circles back and forth on his bare back.

He sighed contentedly and swung his right leg over Rameses Zayn's thighs and felt the Pharaoh's member, standing at full, which indicates they will soon be going for the second round.

He propped his chin on the Pharaoh's chest, and gazed up at the man who holds his heart, and found him smiling. That sweet smile he has come to love so much.

"We just finished making love ten minutes ago" He complained, narrowing his eyes and Rameses Zayn almost laughed.

la yaseini dhlk, fa'ant la taqawim kthyrana. (I can't help it, you're too irresistible)

The Pharaoh lifted his shoulders in a little shrug and bit his lower lip, tracing his fingers down Harry's spine and grabbed his butt, squeezing it gently as his gaze dropped to Harry's mouth.

famadha taquluna? (So what do you say?) He whispered seductively.

Harry's face deepened to crimson and pouted a little. "I'm tired" He whines then Rameses Zayn chuckled softly and ran his thumb over Harry's cheeks, causing tingles to run up and down his body, before he leaned forward and sealed their lips together.

After few seconds, they broke the kiss and stared into each other's eyes, smiling then Rameses Zayn rolled Harry over and lies on of top him, pressing his back on the bed before kissing him again. Harry melted into the kiss as he tunneled his hands through the Pharaoh's hair.

They rested their foreheads together when they came up for air and gaze deeply into each other's eyes, then Harry placed his hands on Rameses Zayn's cheeks and whispered against his lips. "I love you"

The smouldering eyes of the Pharaoh never left Harry's eyes when he responded back. 'iinaa ahbk 'aydaan. (I love you too)

And butterflies filled Harry's stomach, causing him to shyly smile.

"Promise you will never leave me" He whispered lowly and Rameses Zayn's lips parted into a small smile.

laqad tasawarat almustaqbal hayth nahn sueada' kama nahn alan, walaeib mae 'atfaluna wakibar alsin bijanib bedna albaed. (I have envision the future where we are as happy as we are right now, playing with our children and growing old beside each other)

lakunak ghadarat. (But you left)

The moment he said those last three words, Harry's heart broke and waves of regret hit him like a rock eroded by the sea. He saw the pained look in the Pharaoh's eyes and opened his mouth to say something but nothing came out.

bisarahat, aietaqadat 'anana sanabqaa meana 'iilaa al'abad, lakanana lasna ealaa nfs alsafhat ean mustaqbalina walan, kl ma baqi ladayna hu dhakriat wa'ahlam tazejuna. (Honestly I thought we were going to stay together forever but we are not on the same page about our future and now, all that we have left are memories and dreams that taunts us)

Harry saw tears in his hazel eyes as he spoke and remorse etched his heart, tears trickling down his cheeks. He summoned strength to say something, anything to beg for his forgiveness but the vision faded and disappeared into darkness again.

His eyes fluttered open. His vision blurry as he tried to move his body but he couldn't, it felt as if he was paralysed. He sense someone cradling him like a baby and memories of what he saw before he fainted flashed through his mind, causing his heartbeat to quicken.

Wait, it's real?

Rameses Zayn is here?

He blinked his eyes to clear the blurriness from his vision, wanting to see if the man cradling him is not just a figment of his imagination but a physical reality.

The blurriness didn't clear from his eyes then he clenched his eyes shut again, breathing in the man's scent.

He doesn't need his sight to know who's holding him, just the warmth radiating from the man's body and his scent was enough to confirm, he was truly in the arms of Rameses Zayn.

It's him!!!.

He felt a sudden flare of joy, his soul singing like birds in spring, bubbling with happiness and savouring this moment as if his life depended on it.

"The doctor is on his way" He heard the worried tone of his father's voice and a hand, feeling his forehead.

"He will be alright"

The soothing tone of Rameses Zayn's voice hits his ears and goosebumps clothed his skin as every fiber of his body rejoiced, calming his racing heart and trembling body.

He whimpered as tears forms at the corners of his eyes, wanting to see Rameses Zayn, but his damn eyes were refusing to open. It was as if they were glued shut. He cried within as another darkness enveloped him again.

His eyes opened very slowly again, his consciousness returned and the blurriness disappeared from his vision. He darted his gaze around and realized his was in his bedroom, lying on his bed. He felt cold, feeling deprived from the familiar warmth he had felt earlier and pain shot through his head. He groaned loudly and squeezed his eyes shut again, taking in a deep breath.

"Rameses Zayn" He whispered weakly, then he felt the bed dip and a glass of water placed on his lips which he drank slowly to ease the dryness of his throat. After he was done, he reopened his eyes to see the doctor sitting beside him on the bed with a small smile.

"How are feeling?" He asked.

"Where is he? Where is Rameses Zayn?" Harry whispered lowly with desperation laced in his voice.

The doctor looked at him with the same sad face he'd given him a thousand times. "I think you had one of those dreams again" He responded with a soft sigh.

Harry's eyes welled with tears as a look of disbelief etched it's way on his face. "It can't be. I could have sworn everything was real" He whispered with a shaky voice, fighting back the tears.

When the doctor didn't say anything, a single tear slide down from his eyes, followed by another and another one until silent sobs wracked his body.

All his hopes have been crushed.

"Remember you're pregnant so calm down and breath" The doctor instructed.

He began calming his breathing, slowly in order not to have another panic attack. He cradled his stomach with his right hand as his sobs began to subside and hiccupped, wiping his tears with his other hand. His unborn children are the only thing he has left of his Pharaoh and he will be damn to lose them too.

"Where is my Daddy?" He asked softly, while sniffing.

"Your father left a minute ago to see his business associates off. He will be back shortly" The doctor said as he rose up and placed the glass on the night stand.

Harry drew a sharp breath as his heart skipped a beat. He turned his gaze to the doctor with wide eyes, trying to calm his beating heart and not get ahead of himself.

"His new business partners?" He whispered slowly and the doctor nodded. "Yes"

"Can you tell me how they look like?" He whispered quietly yet urgently.

The doctor shot up an eyebrow with a surprise look while Harry stared at him blankly, chewing the inside of his mouth, waiting for the answer. He knew he sounded foolish, but he didn't care.

"Well... The doctor twisted his face, trying to remember how the men looked like.

"Um I didn't get a very good at them because I was attending to you but when I came in, one of them was holding you"

"Um.. he has black hair, muscular body, very defined jawline and cheekbones, with thick dark eyebrows.....

"That makes you focus more in his captivating hazel eyes?" Harry interjected, hearing the thudding of his own heartbeat sounding heavily in his ears.

Thump thump thump thump thump

The doctor nodded as concern marred his features when he saw Harry's hands shaking. "Harry?"

Harry felt the blood drain from his face, when realization hits him. "Why is he leaving then?" He asked slowly in daze, more to himself.

For a moment the doctor looked confused then his eyes flew opened when a look of understanding flashed his face. "Is that man Rameses Zayn?"

Harry didn't answer instead he forced himself to sit up, trying to get out of bed. "Harry you're weak, you need to rest" The doctor tried to talk him out of it, pushing him back on the bed but he refused.

"I have to stop him from leaving, I can't lose him again" He whimpered as he stood on wobbly legs and staggered back which almost caused him to fall, if not for the doctor catching him on time.

"Harry....

"Please take me to him" He whispered, looking at the doctor with pleading eyes as a lone tear raced down his cheek and just like that, the floodgates opened. His whole body began trembling like a leaf in a strong wind.

"Harry, no calm do...

"TAKE ME OUTSIDE RIGHT NOW!" He cried out, not caring if he was sounding like a brat and being disrespectful.

The doctor looked astonished by Harry's sudden behavior and sighed heavily with a nod. Without saying a word, he sat Harry down on the bed and went to the closet and brought a wheelchair. He lifted Harry from the bed and sat him down in the wheelchair then wheeled him out of the room as hurriedly as he could.

As soon as they stepped outside the front door, Harry shivered with cold and hugged himself. He breathe a sigh of relief when he spotted his father and his business partners standing by a black luxurious car, and realized the men hadn't noticed their presence since his father was in deep discussion with Rameses Zayn while Djehuty Liam was standing behind the car, talking on the phone.

His eyes wandered over Rameses Zayn's figure, and happiness glowed inside of him. How he had longed to have gone back and taken a different path but there was no way back. Now, the gods are giving him a second chance again.

The doctor started pushing him slowly towards the men but for some reason, Harry felt as if the doctor was taking eternity before he gets to hold his Pharaoh again. He didn't know where or how he got the strength from but before he realized, he was up from the wheelchair running towards the men.

"Harry wait!" The doctor shouted in a panic tone, for him to stop.

This got the attention of Des and his business partners then Des became alarmed, confused and almost had a heart attack when he saw his pregnant son running barefooted on the cold ground, towards them.

Harry ran straight to the hazel-eyed man and hugged him, burying his face in his chest, breathing him in and not caring who was watching. The warmth from the man's body enveloped his heart, easing every pain and sorrow, and replacing it with happiness and love.

"I'm so sorry" He whimpered against his chest. "I was foolish and an idiot. Lock me up, do whatever you want to do but please don't leave me. I beg you. Don't leave me" He sobbed uncontrollable and dropped on his knees in front of the man.

Des's stunned look was accompanied by the doctor's shocked expression. He blinked his eyes and recollected himself then apologized to Mr Malik as he tries to pull Harry on his feet. When Harry stood up, he hugged the man again, refusing to let him go.

"Please Rameses Zayn don't leave me" He cried, then a frown flashed Des face. He looked at Mr Malik's conflicted expression and his frowned deepened.

Zayn Malik is the Rameses Zayn who got his son pregnant and abandoned him!?

He thought as he clenched his hands into fists, ready to punch that son of a bitch, no wonder he was so much concerned about Harry's health.

The hazel-eyed man looked at Des with an indifferent look, darting his eyes to Des's clenched fists then back at Des face "I think there is a misunderstanding, I am not this Rameses Zayn your son is talking of" He said in a calm voice as if he could read Des mind.

Harry was taken aback and looked up at the face he thought he would never see again with wide eyes. He saw no emotions in those hazel eyes and shuddered, his breathing become shallow and ragged as despair creeped through him. His hands clenched into shaking fist when he realized the man wasn't reciprocating the hug and wasn't returning the affection he had displayed earlier.

Mr Malik looked away from Harry's eyes and shifted his gaze to Des who was standing there, totally confused and conflicted. "Mr Styles can you get your son off me, I want to leave"

Harry gasps loudly, stung by his words and tears rapidly streamed down his face. The walls of hope that was holding him up, making him strong just collapse and fear started creeping in his heart.

No it can't be, this man is not Rameses Zayn's doppelganger. He knows his man.

He is hundred percent sure this is Rameses Zayn. There is no doubt, his voice, his warmth... for crying out loud he had spent most of nights with this man on his bed. He knows him like the back of his hand.

"Stop it!" He whimpered and began hitting Mr Malik's chest with his hands. "I know it's you, stop punishing me!" He yelled through his tears then Des held him back together with the doctor.

Des didn't know what say or what to do at this moment. He didn't know whether to feel embarrassed for Harry's behavior or for nearly punching one of his business partner's in the face for thinking he is Rameses Zayn.

Rameses Zayn, according to Harry is an Egyptian Pharaoh but this man is a powerful business man who is known across the world. Des realized his mistake and started apologizing.

"I'm very sorry Mr Malik, my son is not like this, he is um experiencing um......

"It's okay, I will see you tomorrow at the office, Liam let's go" Mr Malik said and took few steps towards the car, he opened the driver's side and got inside while Harry was struggling weakly in Des and the doctor's arms, crying and pleading for his forgiveness.

Liam gave Des an apologetic look and strode to the passenger side of the car, and got inside next his partner.

"Rameses Zayn please don't leave me please. I love you. I'm sorry" Harry wailed as the car engine started. The glass windows rolled up and slowly the car pulled away from them.

Harry's body wracked with great sobs and shook like a leaf as Des pulled him into his chest and wrapped his arms around him, rocking him slowly.

With his eyes trailed on the car, Harry was acutely aware of the fact that Mr Malik was watching him through the car's side mirror.

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Not what you were expecting?

I hope it was okay, I had a hard time writing this chapter because of the emotions. Gosh writing emotions is so hard 😥.

I tried

Thoughts on this chapter

Thoughts on Harry

Thoughts on Des

Thoughts on Mr Zayn Malik.

Thanks for reading 😘