Have you ever felt so much intense pain in your heart, that constant lingering pain in the chest which leaves you dispirited and restless?

I'm not talking about the heart pain that can be treated with medicine. No.

I'm talking about the emotional pain in the heart that envelopes you, when you finally realize, the ecstasy of a true love you once had, has come to an end. And it leaves you feeling so broken, desolation and lifeless inside.

Yes, that kind of pain and that's exactly how he's feeling. Sadly, the only medicine that can heal the overwhelming pain, is the person who denied knowing him last night, and everytime he remembers his words of rejection, it amplifiers the intensity of the pain, to a point where he wished for death. But one look at his baby bump, he was reminded of how much he needs to live.

After all, he was paying for his mistakes.

His sniffles echoed through the quiet room. His bloodshot eyes, glued to the window as the warm rays of the early sunlight slanted through the blinds into his room, kissing his skin while he lay on his bed, curled up in a fetal position.

He blinked a few times in an attempt to help his eyes adjust to the morning sunlight directed against his face, then turned his body so his back would face the window. He noticed his phone on the night stand blinking, and stared at it for few minutes, before he slowly sat up, cross-legged and grabbed the phone.

He leaned back against the headboard and unlocked the screen, then a pop up reminder notification displayed.

Sleepover with bestie today.😝

Check list

Ice cream
Pizzas
Sodas
Potato Chips
Bananas 😋
Food from nando's or else Niall will kill me 😂

Dear future self, remember to hide our precious bananas from Niall 😔

Something stirred deep inside him after reading the text reminder.

Today was supposed to be the day, Niall and him, would have gone to one of his father's apartments for a sleepover, before going on a trip to Hawaii for the summer holidays.

A tear rolls down his cheek, dripping onto the phone's screen as memories of their sleepovers flooded through his mind. He recalled how he used to scream and chase after Niall around the house, with a pillow, each time Niall would eat his bananas and claim some rat in his room has taken them.

At times he manages to catch up with Niall and tackle him to the floor, straddling his waist then tickle him. Niall would burst into giggles and squirm, begging and pleading for his mercy.

Sometimes, Niall would manage to get out of his grip and tickle him back.

Afterwards they would end up cuddling and eating, while watching some manga series. Then they would talk about the latest rumors in school and also converse about the teachers who were making their lives miserable with homeworks and school projects, well it's mostly him since he struggles with subjects like math, history, science and economics.

Who even invented those subjects anyway? He would yelled with a pout and Niall would burst out laughing.

He relive the moments Niall would torment him with documentary videos of ancient tribes, whenever he goes to his house for their sleepover.

After watching that boring video for an hour, Niall would tutor him the subjects he was having difficulties with.

Occasionally he would pretend to be sleeping, hoping Niall would leave him alone but Niall would slightly smack his head with one of the text books and threaten to steal his precious bananas if he doesn't comply.

But like always, he would drift off to dreamland few minutes into their studying and wake up in the morning with Niall cuddling him.

Sometimes he wonder how someone like him, can have someone like Niall as a best friend, cause they're completely opposite but somehow, they manage to complement each other, like a perfect pair.

He wiped his tears with his right hand and went to his phone gallery then began scrolling through his photos. He stopped at a picture of Niall and him, and fresh tears steam down his face.

The picture he was looking at was blurry and of low quality but it meant a lot to him. It was taken on the day he accidentally heard the oldest kitchen maid, telling the others how his mother died giving birth to him.

He didn't know his mother died giving birth to him, his father told him his mother died of cancer. So to know he killed his mother, shattered him to the core.

He remembered how he shut himself in his room, crying and feeling disgusted with himself. His father had begged him to open the door but he couldn't, he didn't know how to look at his father in the eye, knowing very well he killed the woman his father loved.

It was Niall who broke into his room that evening using a knife, and consoled him.

Later that night, Niall tried to cheer him up by cracking jokes and took a selfie of them when he finally managed to let out a small smile.

He scrolled to the next picture as more tears course down his face. He stared at the picture, remembering the day so well, like it was yesterday. It was taken on the day Niall had C+ in his economics exams.

Niall was always a smart and a straight A student even when they were younger, so for him to get a C+ in his exams was a blow to him.

He couldn't even cheer Niall up with his "knock knock" jokes, so he suggested they skip their last class and get some food at nando's, thinking it would at least brighten up Niall's mood but it didn't.

After they ate, Niall wanted to be alone and went home. He didn't went Niall to be sad, so he went to Niall's house and dragged him from the bedroom and made him sit on a large wooden trunk with small wheels underneath it, then pushed him around the house, to lighten up his mood.

It made Niall smile a bit and Greg captured the moment.

The next picture made his hands tremble. It was taken by one of their friends a day before they went to Egypt.

A day before everything changed.

"Niall" He whispered lowly as his vision blurred with tears. After what happened in Egypt, he swore to forget about Niall but deep down he couldn't.

Out of no where Kwame's voice echoed through his mind.

This isn't only Niall's fault.

As much as it's hurts you have to admit, you brought this on yourself, when you decided to come back.

He clenched his eyes shut as he remembered what he had told Niall the last time they saw each other.

Don't you dare touch me!

This is all your fault. You did this. You caused this!

If you had left me alone, non of this would be happening and now, my children won't know their father because of you!

His chest heaved as he recalls the look of dejected across Niall's face after he said those words to him.

He opened his eyes and stared at the picture again. At this moment, he didn't know how to feel. It's pathetic to finally realize, even after what Niall did, he could have chosen to stay back but he let his emotions drive him to this point.

He took a deep breath then exited from the photo gallery and tapped on the speed dial. He sniffles a few times as his thumb hovered over the number, then after few seconds of hesitation, he tap the dial button and listened to it ring, but no one answered.

He dialled again, several times but there's no answer. He stop trying and threw the phone across the room and lowered his head in a quiet sob. After a while, he drew a few shaky breaths to calm himself and wiped his tears with the back of his hands.

A sudden noise at the door made him look up and he saw his father standing by the door, watching him. His heart sunk when he saw the dark circles under his father's eyes then he cast his gaze down, feeling guilty.

He heard footsteps approaching him and felt the bed dip beside him then his father pulled him into a hug. He buried his face in his father's chest, sniffing.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Des asked and Harry shook his head.

"The wounds I'm pretending are healed will be reopened, if I do" He whispered softly.

Des heaved with a loud sighed. "You told me you were okay, I thought we were making progress"

Harry was quiet as his father's words made him want to sink into the ground and stay there. Tears drops fall from his eyes, drenching his father's shirt. "I'm so sorry Daddy, I didn't want you to get worried"

Des kissed his hair and held him tighter "You are my son, it's my responsibility to get worried over everything. Open up to me, about your feelings and um even about Rameses....

"I don't want to talk about it Daddy" Harry interjected with a shaky breath and Des nodded with a sigh."Okay, whenever you are ready"

He nodded and snuggled deeper into his father's arms with his eyes closed as Des kissed his forehead.

"Someone is here to see you" Des whispered and instantly Harry's heart leaped.

He took a deep breath and exhale loudly to calm down his pounding heart, then he opened his eyes and tilted his head up, looking at his father with inquiring eyes. Des gestured his eyes to the doorway and Harry followed his gaze. His eyes went wide when he saw the very person he tried calling few minutes ago.

"Hi" Niall whispered with a nervous smile.

Des kissed Harry's forehead again and whispered to him "I will leave you two alone to talk"

He stood up and walked towards the door and gave Niall an assuring smile as he walked pass him and went outside the room.

The two stared at each other in awkward silence for minutes without saying anything. Neither of them didn't know what to say or where to begin.

Harry dropped his gaze down, looking at his fingers, while Niall stared at him, amazed how he has physically changed during these past few weeks. But one thing that caught his eyes were Harry's pale face and bloodshot eyes. He wondered what happened.

"I miss you"

A surprise look flashed Niall's face when Harry said those words. I miss you was not what he expected Harry to say, considering what happened the last time they saw each other.

"I miss you too" He whispered back, and gulped nervously. "Um so do you still hate me?"

Harry raised his gaze up and shook his head. "No, do you?" He asked and a confused expression marred Niall's face. "Why would I hate you?"

"I-I called you few minutes ago and you didn't pick up so I thought you hate me" He explained and cast his eyes down, sniffing.

"No, I should be the last person hating you" Niall said and walked inside the room but kept his distance.

"Kwame called early this morning. He said I should come to your house and that he felt you needed me. I forgot my phone at home because I was in a hurry to come here"

Harry looked up again and stared at Niall. "I'm a fool who doesn't appreciate the good things he has until it's gone"

Niall felt the pain and saddens seeping out of Harry's words. He took a few steps towards him, apology already on the tip of his tongue and before he could opened his mouth, Harry spoke.

"I miss you so much and I miss our friendship. I have nothing left expect my father, you and my unborn children"

Niall sighed sadly. "Harry I .....

"I don't want to talk about the past" He murmured cutting Niall off as more tears came.

"I just want you back, I want the friendship we shared before everything happened. I want the nerdy Niall who will annoy and bore me with his long historical speeches"

"I want to go back to the time when we used have sleepovers and you would steal my bananas and I would chase around the house and my Daddy will be shouting for us to stay quiet"

"I just want to us to pretend Egypt never happened" He whispered yelled and burst into tears. Niall walked towards him and sat beside him then wrapped his arms around Harry in a tight embrace, his eyes glistening with tears. Harry returned the hug and buried his face in Niall's shoulder, sobbing.

"Shh it's okay, it's okay. I'm here and I'm not going anywhere" Niall said, whispering soothing words to calm him down.

They laid side by side on the bed after Harry sobs died down, looking at each other as if they were taking in their appearance for the first time. Niall noticed Harry's gaze were vague even though he was looking at him. Now more than ever, he wants to know what happened but deep down, he knew it was about Rameses Zayn so he kept his lips shut. He didn't want to erupt the painful memories Harry was keeping inside.

"You should sleep" He murmured when he saw how sleepy Harry was but for some reason, the curly haired boy was trying hard to stay awake.

Harry blinked and moved his eyes along Niall's face, sensing Niall was talking to him. "Hum?" He responded, rubbing his eyes and yawning.

"Sleep"

"I'm scared you will be gone if I do" He whispered in a sleepy voice.

"I will be here when you wake up" Niall mumbled, assuring him with a smile.

"Promise?" He yawned again as his eyelids dropped half over his eyes.

"I promise" Niall stated and Harry snuggled closer to his chest and closed his eyes. Almost immediately his breathing changed and Niall knew he has fallen asleep. He let out a heavy sigh and tucked Harry's hair behind his ear.

"Sometimes I wish you're the Rameses Zayn, Harry has been talking of"

Niall shifted his gaze to the doorway and saw Des, walking into the room, his eyes trained on his sleeping son. Then an embarrassed smile flashed his face, wondering why Des would say that.

"I only like Harry as a friend" He whispered and Des nodded with a soft sigh.

"I'm going to the office, can you stay with Harry until I come back? I have a meeting which can't be rescheduled"

"Yeah, sure no problem" Niall replied and Harry stirred, whispering something that he couldn't quite make out.

"Do you have a moment?" Niall asked in a low voice and Des nodded, gesturing they talk outside. Slowly and carefully, Niall slid from Harry's side and pulled the covers over him before he followed Des outside the room to the hallway.

"Please tell me what happened to Harry, he looks so pale and fragile" He asked as his face scrunched up with a worried look.

Des returned Niall's worried look with one of his own and exhaled loudly before explaining everything that happened last night. After he finished talking, Niall's eyebrows were cocked in a stunned disbelief.

He remembered there are CCTV cameras everywhere in the house except the for bedrooms so he asked Des if he could see how the men look like. Des agreed and led him to the security room where all the CCTV cameras footage both inside and outside the house were being monitored.

Des whispered few words to the two men monitoring the CCTV cameras and quickly, they typed something into their computers. Within a minute, one of the large screens began displaying last night footage in the living room and in an instant, Niall was as white as a chalk. His eyes and mouth froze wide opened, as he stare at the men on the screen.

"There are here?" He whispered with a confound tone as his heartbeat elevate.

Des glanced at him. "Do you know who they are?" He asked but Niall was so engrossed on the screen that he didn't hear him. Des tapped his shoulder then Niall whipped his gaze to him, his eyes clouded with shock and scepticism.

"Do you know who they are?" Des repeated the question again.

Niall opened his mouth but nothing came out. It took him few minutes to compose himself before he could muster up and speak. "No-no. I-I have never seen them in my life"

Des could practically see Niall's hands shaking and eyed him suspiciously. He had a feeling Niall was lying to him so he ordered his men to playback the footage where Mr Malik denied knowing Harry to confirm his suspicion, and just like he predicted, Niall's entire body language and facial expression confirmed what he suspected. He ordered his men to stop playing the footage and guide a daze Niall outside the room to the hallway.

Niall leaned back against the wall and slowly dropped down as his legs become wobbly. He felt Des intense gaze on him and squeezed his eyes shut. He opened them after a moment, exhaling deeply.

"What are you and Harry hiding from me?" Des asked calmly.

"Nothing" He whispered and gulped, not wanting to disclose anything to Des.

"And the my business partners, do you know them?"

"No" Niall lied, even though he knew Des could see right through him but he didn't care. He was going crazy inside.

"Okay" Des whispered with a slight frown. "Call me when something comes up"

Niall nodded, avoiding Des gaze.

"Do you want me to take you back to Harry's room or the dining room for breakfast?" Des asked when noticed Niall has barely moved.

"No, I will be fine. I just need few minutes. You can go, I will take care of Harry"

Des regarded him for a moment longer. "Take care" He said before he walked away without saying another word.

Niall palmed his face, his mind full of questions, he needed answers to. He took in a deep breath and after few minutes, he slowly stood up and went to Harry's room and found him still sleeping. He spotted Harry's phone on the floor and walked towards it then picked it up.

Series of cracks appeared on the screen-protector when he tapped on it, luckily the actual screen wasn't damaged. He typed in Harry's password *Christmas pudding* hoping Harry hasn't changed it. The screen unlocked then he signed in relief and texted Mr Evans.

Good morning. Where are you? This is Niall I'm using Harry's phone.

Within few minutes Mr Evans texted back.

At school, grading few papers before the summer break tomorrow. Why, is something wrong with Harry?

Niall texted back.

Please come over to Harry's house with Kwame when you are done.

Is Harry okay? Mr Evans texted.

No he's not. It's complicated. I think the Pharaoh and the General followed him to this realm.

What!! OMG. Are you sure?

Yes.

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I hope you like it.

I'm sorry if this is not what you were expecting. I have divided the chapter into two parts. I'm still working on the other chapter which is a bit challenging.

Thoughts on the chapter.

Thoughts on Harry

Thoughts on Niall

Thoughts on Des

A special thanks to this beautiful girl @Sanaya3

She made this cover.

She is the second person to have made a cover for this book and I really appreciate her for making this cover It's so so beautiful. 😍
It's my phone's screensaver 😅
I love you.❤️😘

Thank you so much reading 😘