Sneaks in

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Runs away

Awkward silence envelopes the room as Harry stood nervously in front of Trisha, who's gaze has never left his face. He took a deep breath in attempt to calm his racing heart and her brows rose, like she was expecting him to say something but no words came out of his mouth. "Miss, who are you, how did you get in my house?" She asked, breaking the awkward silence.

Harry took in a deep breath of courage and answered her question. "My name is Ha-harry and I came with-with your son" He said, finally voicing out.

"Oh" Trisha whispered softly with an apologetic look. "I'm sorry for implying you're a female I thought....

"Can I hug you?" Harry interrupted her with a shaky voice, his eyes welling up in tears, but he ignored them as he looked straight into her eyes, then a surprise look flashed across Trisha's face, as though Harry had just declared himself to be a flying purple cow.

"Excuse me?" She asked, with a perplexed look then Harry kept quiet.

He knew he shouldn't have said what he said since Trisha doesn't remember him, but the words tumbled out of his mouth before he realized his mistake. He became more nervous and cast his gaze down, trying to figure out what to say, and when he looked up, he saw Beth motioning to Trisha, if she should call the security. Upon realizing what was going on, his mind whirled in search of something to justify himself then he said the first thing that came into his mind.

"I-um I know this is weird, coming from someone you don't know and haven't met before but I-I know you and um" He paused, fumbling for the right words and continued.

"I'll understand if want to throw me out of your house, but-but please don't hate me like your son does. You're the only one who can get us back together and if you hate me, there's no reason to live. I can't live without without him" His voice trembled with the last words, robbing him the ability to speak further as more tears seep down his cheeks.

Trisha stared with him, confusion flooding her mind, drowning her in doubt and questions. She opened her mouth but wasn't really sure how to respond then Harry crossed over to her and hugged her, basking in her warmth and began to cry. He notice Trisha's body was stiff and tensed but he didn't care, he held her tightly as much as he could.

After a minute, he felt Trisha relaxing into his arms as some of the tension seemed to melt away from her then she began rubbing his back gently. "Shh it's okay, stop crying. I promise I won't hate you" She said in a gentle manner causing Harry cried harder, relief washing over him as his body trembles with joy and happiness.

Told you she won't hate us, even though she won't remember us. His inner voice whispered to him.

"Come, let's sit down and talk" Trisha murmured, leading him to one of the sofa's in the living room, and as they sat down, Harry clung to her as if she will disappear if he let go. Trisha continued rubbing his back, hoping to calm him.

After sometime, Harry began to relax a little more, his soft sniffles echoing through the room as he brace himself for the inevitable follow up questions. Questions he didn't know how to answer, answers he didn't want to lie about, but will Trisha believe him if he tells her the truth?

Even his own father doesn't believe him, he pretends to believe so not to upset him.

"Are you and my son in a relationship, and he's mad at you for something you did?" Trisha asked, then Harry tilted his head backwards with a slight nod.

"Yes" He replied, his voice lowering to a whisper.

"But I didn't cheat on him, I swear, we had a misunderstanding and he left me all alone in the car, in this cold weather" He murmured the last part with a sad voice, then darted his green eyes to Beth and back to Trisha the kind of look that could make a hard man soft.

When Trisha saw the look on Harry's face, she was touched and felt sudden tenderness towards him while Beth shook her head, looking stunned. "That's awful" She said, then Trisha sighed loudly, pursuing her lips and glance at Beth. "Where's Zayn?" She asked, sounding almost angry which surprised Harry, cause it seems Trisha has believed what he said without verifying it with her own son.

His brows furrowed for a moment, thinking he has bad-mouthed Mr Malik but it wasn't his intention to play the victim card or profess his helplessness to engage Trisha and Baketamon's sympathy, however looking back everything that has happened in the ancient realm till date, somehow sums up to what he said, so he wasn't lying, was he?

"In his office, he's on a video call with one of his client" Beth replied then Trisha nodded, sighing loudly again and gave Harry an apologetic smile as if she's pleading on behalf of her son. "Do you want something to drink before we talk more about this issue?" She asked and Harry responded with a nod

"Beth get some tissues and something for Harry to drink"

With a curt nod, Beth turned away to the kitchen and emerged with a tray of coffee and a box of tissue. She stood next to Harry and handed the box to Trisha.

Opening the box, Trisha removed a tissue and wipe the tears from Harry's face as he stare at her with so much affection, like how a child would stare at his mother. She asked if he's okay and in return, tears started to roll down Harry's cheeks again then he buried his face in her chest, allowing himself this moment to fully lean on her for strength.

Trisha began rocking him back and forth, whispering soothing words to calm him. She stroked his hair and kissed his forehead. Harry sighed contentedly as he snuggled against her. He missed her so much, he missed this and the motherly love she had always shown him back in ancient Egypt.

"Are you feeling better now?" Trisha murmured after a while, and Harry replied yes with a faint smile as he popped into a sitting position, then a slight frown crossed his face when Beth handed him a cup of coffee instead of the tea he was expecting. His doctor has warned him not to take anything containing caffeine until the babies are born.

Trisha saw how reluctant Harry is to drink the coffee, and asked if something is wrong. Harry gazed at her, before answering. "I don't drink coffee, can I have water or juice?" He asked nervously, hoping Trisha won't get mad for declining the coffee.

"Of course" Trisha said with a warm smile then took the cup from his hand and just as she was reaching out to give Beth the cup, it accidentally slipped out of her hand and the coffee spilled onto Harry's dress.

"Oh my goodness, are you okay? I'm sorry" She gasps loudly, using the tissues in her hand to soak the spilled coffee as much as possible but it was too late, the coffee had saturated and stained a large portion of Harry's dress.

"I'm okay" Harry assured her with a small smile.

"Are you sure, are you not hurt?" Trisha asked, her voice containing a hint of panic, and Harry shook his head. "No, it wasn't hot" He said then Trisha breathed a big sigh of relief.

"You have to change into new clothes" She uttered, and her words left a deep frown on Harry's face cause he didn't want to leave her side, he still has a lot to say before Mr Malik comes back. "But what about our talk?" He asked, hoping Trisha would change her mind.

"We will talk after you've changed, your dress is heavily stained and I'm sure you're feeling uncomfortable in it"

Harry shook his head. "No, I don't mind" He replied, sounding anxious.

"No I insist, Beth will take you upstairs to Zayn's room so you can have a nice warm bath and get you something to wear then we will talk, Okay?" She said with a small smile.

Harry wanted to say no but he didn't want to push it, nor for Trisha to find him childish. "Okay" He sighed defeatedly and Trisha's smile widen.

She led him to the foot of the staircase then Harry strayed his eyes to Beth, who was already waiting for him on top of the stairs. He averted his gaze to Trisha, reluctant to leave. "Won't you come with us?" He asked.

Trisha raised her eyebrow, slightly amused by his question. "Do you want me to scrub you back?" She asked jokingly.

"No, no" Harry whispered, a slight blush appearing on his cheeks.

"Um-will you be here when I come back?" He asked with a nervous tone, unsure if he's making the right decision by leaving for few minutes. Anything can happen within few minutes, and he leant that in the hard way

"Of course, I'll be standing at this same spot, waiting for you when you come down stairs" Trisha assured him.

"You promise not to hate me even if Mr-um Zayn says something" He queried, tormented by the knowledge that would happen, but he still wanted to at least have an assurance that, nothing will ruin this moment when he comes down stairs.

Trisha smiled, reaching up to lightly touch his cheek with her hand. "I promise, besides I can never hate you, my son can be hotheaded sometimes but if he thinks he's going to break up with a sweet angel like you under my watch, then he's mistaken"

Upon hearing those words, Harry's face flushed and beamed with satisfaction, his mouth twisting into a shy smile. He wanted to hug Trisha so badly but he couldn't do it with his stain dress.

Trisha cooed, pinching his cheek then Harry's smile broadened until his dimple appeared.

"Now go, I will be waiting" She said with the smile that has never left her face. Harry responded with a nod and wiped the invisible sweat from his brow. He thought Trisha would treat him coldly like her son, but for some miraculous reasons, it went well. He turned around and climbed the stairs.

Maybe the gods are willing to give him a second chance and weren't punishing him with an iron fist like he thought.

Beth opened the door to Mr Malik's room and held it, allowing him to enter first, then he walked into the huge bedroom, that looked like something straight out of MTV cribs with everything in it screaming, expensive and luxury. He glance around, spotting the huge king-size bed in the middle of the room then his eyes strayed to Mr Malik's walk in closet door, opened slightly to reveal some suits and shirts in it's colour coded place, and a large rack of shoes and sneakers which looks like something out of a shoe store.

"Ahem" Beth cleared her throat, then Harry turned to face her with an embarrassed smile. "That's the bathroom" She pointed to the open door across the room and handed him a plush white robe.

"There are fresh towels and everything you'll need there, and put your clothes on this sofa" She gestured to the sofa near the bed. "I will be back in three minutes to retrieve it to the laundry room and place some new clothes on the bed for you"

Harry stare at her, smiling. "Thank you"

Beth nodded. "Please excuse me" She said, and left him standing in the room alone.

Harry then darted his eyes around again, wanting to explore and remembered, that Trisha is waiting for him. He signed, removing his jewelries, wig, and reached for the drawer of the nightstand and place them inside, then he took off his clothes, folding them and place it on the sofa. He slipped into the robe and walked towards the bathroom.

Once again he was impressed when he entered the bathroom which had a luxurious stone mosaic walk-in shower, enclosed by a clear glass, with an built-in shelf for holding shampoos and soaps. He removed his robe, and hanged it on the hook outside the glass paneled doors of the shower and walked inside without closing the door. He adjusted the water temperature and tested it with his hand first, before stepping beneath the rectangular rainfall showerhead.

The cascading water from the showerhead soothe and refreshed him as he closed his eyes and let it run down his body. He grabbed a bottle of shampoo from the shelf and flickered the lid opened, squeezing out a generous amount onto his palm and placed the bottle back, then rubbed his hands together, and started washing his hair. The water lathered with the shampoo into waves of foam, running down his back, then he tilted his head, letting the water wash over his face and hair.

After washing the shampoo out of his hair, he grabbed the shower gel and felt an intense gaze on his back. He turned around and his eyes met Mr Malik, standing at the entrance of the shower, completely naked and staring at him with swirls of emotions.

Harry stood there looking stunned, with wide eyes then remembered he was also naked and blushed furiously, wanting to cover himself but he didn't, instead he continued to gaze at Mr Malik and saw how the man's eyes were sweeping hungrily over his wet body.

He thought he would see disgust in those hazel eyes, but he only saw desire, lust and other emotions he couldn't read. A sudden yearning to make the first move filled him, but he was afraid of being rejected, however judging from Mr Malik's clenched fists and heavy breathing, he could tell the man was trying hard to restrain himself, but from the continued lustful gaze trailing over his body, he knew it's just a matter of time before Mr Malik will succumb.

So what did he do?

Well.... he did the two things Kwame and Mr Evans told him.

To seduce and to ignore.

Without a word, he averted his gaze from Mr Malik and squirted the shower gel he was holding onto his palm and placed the bottle back on the shelf. He turned around, so his ass faces Mr Malik and lathered himself up, rubbing the gel on his legs, thighs, and then between his legs.

He glanced back over his shoulder thinking Mr Malik has left but to his surprise, the man was still standing there, gazing lustfully at him. Then his eyes slipped lower to Mr Malik's enormous member, standing firm and hard and raised an eyebrow, gazing up at the hazel eyes staring at him.

"Don't point your cock at me unless you plan to shoot inside me" He whispered seductively, and the way he looked at Mr Malik, it was almost as if he's taking pleasure in teasing him.

He shifted his gaze again, then grabbed the shower gel, squirting it right down between his breasts.

The gel oozed languidly down to his slightly protruding belly, then he rubbed the gel all over his breasts until he was soapy and began moving his hands slowly up and down his body. He felt Mr Malik slowly approaching him and held his breath, feeling his face get red as if it's going to be his first time doing this.

Mr Malik stood behind him and he could feel the man's hot breath against his neck, the strong thudding of Mr Malik's heartbeat against his back and the enormous hard erection pressing against his bare ass. He gulped, feeling shivers down his spine and when he turned around, their gaze locked and the fire in Mr Malik's eyes told him, he wanted him, and only alone him can quench this thirst.

Harry felt like he couldn't breath and without warning, Mr Malik reeled him in and crushed their lips together in a fierce, hungry kiss.

And it was electric, like he was walking on air, the way Mr Malik was owning his mouth. The kiss wasn't soft or romantic, it was demanding, passionate and possessive, producing the familiar warmth he had missed in ancient Egypt.

He became consumed, finding himself desperate to match Mr Malik's movements as his hands move on their own volition, wrapping around Mr Malik's neck. Just when he was about to roll his hips for some kind of fiction, Mr Malik gripped his hips, and backed him against the tiled wall and hoisted him up effortlessly, the bottom of his ass touching the top of Mr Malik's stiff cock.

He wrapped his legs around Mr Malik's waist as their kiss deepened, changing pressure, delving more deeper. Whimpers and moans escaped their throats as they grind into each other with their heavy sounds of breathing echoing through the shower. Harry braced his hand against the tiled wall and the other against the glass as his heart hammered, faster and harder the more heated their kiss became.

When their lips parted, both were out of breath and for a moment, Harry actually thought they were going to fuck in the shower, until Mr Malik turned off the water and carried him to the bedroom, lowering him onto the bed, hovering above and gazing deeply into his green eyes with aching passion.

Harry shivered in anticipation, then drove his fingers through Mr Malik's hair, tightening his grip. The excitement, pleasure and sheer joy he was feeling was unimaginable and he wondered if Mr Malik felt the same. Regardless he stretched up, grazing Mr Malik's lower lip with the edge of his teeth and parted his lips, then Mr Malik slid his tongue inside and passionately kissed him.

He groaned as Mr Malik began kneading his breasts, trailing kisses down to his neck and moaned, loving the feel of Mr Malik's lips sucking his nipples while other hand crept down between his thighs, stroking him. He shut his eyes, his breathing loud and rhythmic, as he rolls his hips to the motion of Mr Malik's hand.

Everything was fast, intense and before he knew it, Mr Malik had engulfed his hard length into his mouth, sucking and licking the tip, and every one of his moans made Mr Malik suck him harder and faster.

His eyes rolled back in bliss, and he felt an intense rush of pleasure all over his body. "Aaahh.. fuck... shit" He cried out, shuddering as his cum shot from the tip of his length and Mr Malik swallowed it down.

While the orgasmic after shocks was still waving though his body, he heard Mr Malik opening the drawer of the nightstand and took out something which he assumed is a lube then he felt a finger slipped into him, he sighed feeling a slight burn since it has been long he had done this. Then another finger slipped inside him and soon the pain turned to pleasure as the two fingers inside of him, started to fuck him.

He moaned loudly when the delving fingers brushed across his prostate, sending a jolt through his entire body. "Ra-Rameses Zayn... Rameses Zayn... faster" He said, gasping the Pharaoh's name in ecstasy and the movements stopped.

He opened his eyes after few seconds, looking at Mr Malik with a slight frown, his eyes and thoughts hazy and dazed with passion. He didn't even notice Mr Malik was staring back at him with a hard look.

"Why did you stop?" He whined, without realizing he has moaned out the Pharaoh's name twice while being pleasured by Mr Malik.

When Mr Malik didn't respond, Harry bucked his hips, for some kind of fiction but Mr Malik did not react to his movements and instead, removed the fingers.

"Stop teasing and fuck me!" He cried out, panting with need.

Mr Malik breathed something into his ear, which he wasn't able to make out then he was pulled to the edge of the bed, his butt almost hanging. Mr Malik propped some pillows under his butt then he realized his hips were even with Mr Malik's cock. He blushed red, staring at Mr Malik's cock, glistening with lube, knowing it would soon be delving into his ass. He bit his lower lip and slide his legs up on Mr Malik's shoulders so he can get a deep penetration.

Mr Malik spread his butt cheeks open and rubbed his member against his entrance, then slowly pushed forward, entering him, causing Harry's body to erupt in goosebumps and exploding with pleasure.

"Oh God" Mr Malik whispered with a loud groan, his breathing increasing as he continued to push forward while Harry closed his eyes, savoring the sensation he hasn't felt in a long time and concentrating on not clenching up, letting Mr Malik push into him easily.

The second Mr Malik was all the way inside of him, Harry began breathing heavily and relaxed, adjusting to the size inside of him and gripped the sheets tightly as tingles travel every inch of his body then Mr Malik began moving slowly, back and forth

"Feels so good.. fuck.. harder, faster please" He moaned, and got his wish granted as Mr Malik began thrusting into a rhythm, sliding in and out, increasing his speed. Harry's breathing intensified as Mr Malik kept pounding into him, hitting his prostate over and over again with each thrust.

Intense heat radiated through his body, and Mr Malik changed his tempo to gentle but firm thrusts to prolong their pleasure and they moved as one, deep into the night, with groans, cries and gasps of pleasure filling the room.

Harry slowly opened his eyes and yawned softly, glancing at the window opposite him, half expecting the morning sunlight to be streaming through it, but it was still dark outside. He realized his cheek lay against a warm bare chest, his leg throw over a naked thigh and his arm, slung across a hard body. He blushed as his mind burned with the memory of what had transpired between Mr Malik and him.

He raised his head up, and his gaze savored Mr Malik's sleeping face, looking so peaceful and perfect. He grinned, leaning over and pressed a feathery kiss against Mr Malik's lips then sank his head back to Mr Malik's chest and closed his eyes, feeling warm and content.

Then suddenly he got the urge to pee and groaned, not wanting to move from Mr Malik's side. He opened his eyes again and his gaze fell on the alarm clock on the nightstand, indicating 3:05 am in large orange numbers.

With a slow movement, he pried away Mr Malik's arm which was loosely wrapped around his waist and climbed out of bed, wincing, and as he stood up, pain shot through his lower back. "Ow ow!" He groaned lowly, not wanting to wake Mr Malik up and limped slowly into the bathroom. After he had emptied his bladder, he sighed in relief and flashed the toilet then limped to the sink and washed his hands and face.

With bleary eyes, he looked at himself in the mirror above the sink then got up very close to it, examining his swollen lips and hickey's shattered around his neck. He blushed, remembering the number of times they did it and all the positions they fucked, he can't even remember how many times he came.

"He fucks and marks me like Rameses Zayn" He blurted out to himself with a grin.

Well duh of course he's Rameses Zayn, he just can't remember us.

His mind reminded him then he let out a soft giggle, raking his fingers through is messed up sex hair and sighed, with a smile that has never left his face.

"He likes me" He whispered.

"He was jealous of Scott and he said he doesn't like other men staring at me so it means he likes me but he's afraid to show it right?" He questioned the image of himself in the mirror and giggled again.

"Kwame is right"

He stated then left the bathroom to the bedroom and slide beside Mr Malik's side, snuggling against him and enjoying the feel of his body. He closed his eyes to go back to sleep but he couldn't, so he decided to stare at Mr Malik's sleeping face and play with his hair. He brushed his fingers lightly against Mr Malik's cheek and absently trailed a finger along Mr Malik's cheekbones and jawline then began humming *sex on fire* tune under his breath.

Yoooouuuu
Your sex is on fire
Consumed
With what's to transpire
Hot as a fever
Rattle of bones
I could just taste it
Taste it

As he kept humming, he saw Mr Malik's lips stretched into a self-satisfied smirk and stopped, looking startled. It took him a moment to realize Mr Malik wasn't deeply sleeping like he thought.

"Stop singing that song and sleep, before I fuck you again" Mr Malik whispered, his voice sending tingles throughout Harry's body.

Harry bit his lower and buried his face in Mr Malik's neck, pressing himself against him, the warmth of his breath fluttering against Mr Malik's collar. "Then fuck me again" He whispered and pressed a lingering kiss on Mr Malik's neck.

"If we do it again, you won't be able to walk"

"Isn't that supposed to be the punishment for naughty boys like me" He replied, licking the shell of Mr Malik ear and nibbled his lobe. Mr Malik groaned at the sensation and Harry got thrilled at the small sound from him.

Mr Malik opened his eyes and turned his face to him. "God, you're such a such temptress" He said then took possession of Harry's mouth.

Harry melted against him, then straddled Mr Malik's thighs, while the man kept devouring his mouth. Mr Malik hands reached to touch his butt molding it, and began grinding his hardness to Harry. In return, Harry groaned in pleasure and couldn't help but to also thrust his hips to match Mr Malik's movements. As things began to heat up, Mr Malik rolled him over and pulled him into a doggie position and spanked his ass, causing Harry to cry out in a mixture of pleasure and pain.

"You're driving me crazy you know that? Fuck you're the definition of irresistible"

He said, leaning over for the lube beside his pillow, coating his member with it and thrust in all the way. "Oh fuck, yes!" Harry groaned, arching against him and after a lengthy time of Mr Malik ravishing him, he felt warm seed shot inside of him and a guttural sound vibrating from Mr Malik as he continues to slam into him for another few pumps.

When they were done, they fell onto their backs, lying next to each other, neither saying anything. Then Harry laid his head over Mr Malik's chest as the raven-haired man heart's gallops against his cheek while they catch their breath. He felt Mr Malik tracing the fingers lazily across his lower back and closed his eyes, wanting to lay like this forever. He's all wet, sticky and tired but he didn't care, he just wants to sleep. Just when he closed his eyes for a few seconds Mr Malik breathed into his ear.

"Ready for round five?"

Harry eyes opened wide, then glance at Mr Malik who looked like he was just getting started to feast on him. He gaze at him in shocked silence, surprised the man still has the stamina for a fifth round after fucking him in different positions for twenty minutes during the fourth round.

He whined, he's exhausted, sleepy and his ass is sore as hell. He tried scooting away from Mr Malik's arms but he was drag into the missionary position again. "Your ass is so intoxicating" Mr Malik whispered to him and entered him again, making him groaned in pleasure.

The last thing he remembers was Mr Malik carrying him to the bathroom, and after showering together, he was wrapped in a big fluffy towel and carried back to bed with the sheets changed of course, and the best part was when Mr Malik cuddled close to him till sleep claimed him.

He slowly flicked his eyes open again and this time, it was daylight, but Mr Malik wasn't by his side, cuddling him.

He slowly sat up against the headboard and wince, due to the soreness and ache in his butt then the sheets fell to his waist, revealing his upper body covered with love marks. He glanced around the room, half expecting to find Mr Malik but there was no sign of him, then his heart slammed, afraid Mr Malik has left him, after having second thoughts of their wild night.

A faint sound caught his attention, and a moment later, Mr Malik walked out of the walk-in closet, dressed in a sleek black suit with a blue dress shirt, and a phone pressed to his ear.

Relief flooded his features and when Mr Malik caught his eyes, he quickly clutched the sheets across his naked breasts then his mouth slipped into a shy smile. Mr Malik gave him a blank look and looked away in the opposite direction.

A sting of pain shot through his heart but he ignored it and took a deep breath to calm himself. He lowered his gaze, fidgeting with his fingers, waiting for Mr Malik to finish talking on the phone.

There's nothing to be worried about, he likes you. His inner voice assured him.

"How are you feeling?"

He glanced up to find Mr Malik watching him.

"Sore, I can barely move my legs" He answered with a light blush and Mr Malik nodded, his expression unreadable and let out a loud breath and sat beside him.

"About last night...

Harry smile widened, but soon the smile slowly faded and his heartbeat quickened when he saw the look in Mr Malik's eyes. He gulped, bracing himself for the sorrow that would follow after Mr Malik's rejection.

"Last night was.... Mr Malik paused, as if he's trying to find the appropriate words to use.

"Last night was amazing" He said with a small smile then a feeling of relief washed over Harry.

"You look so innocent, yet the things you can do with that mouth and hips of yours..... God"

Harry blushed red with a shy smile.

"But I hope you know last night wasn't supposed to happen" Mr Malik uttered, then Harry felt a sharp stabbing pain in his chest and lowered his gaze again, squeezing his eyes shut, fighting back tears as he breathe through his nose.

Hold it together, he told himself.

But the tears began leaking out as awareness of the situation slowly dawned him that, last night was just another one night stand for Mr Malik.

"I lost control, it was a mis.....

"Which part?" Harry interjected in with a shaky voice as more tears seep down his cheeks.

Mr Malik stare at him with a questionable look.

"Which part was the mistake?" He asked, looking at him in the eye.

"Was it when you were fucking me on this bed, telling me how beautiful I am and that I was made for your dick, or was it when I was riding you on the couch or maybe it was when you fucked me against the door.....

"Harreh" Mr Malik cut him off and sighed heavily, rubbing his forehead but Harry interrupted him again before he had the chance to say anything else.

"If last night was a mistake, then how come you had no problem fucking me three rounds, and two rounds this morning!" He cried out through his tears.

Mr Malik couldn't utter a word and sighed, inching his hand to touch him but Harry rejected his touch.

"Don't touch me" He stated and covered his face with his palms, crying in muffled sobs.

After sometime, his crying subsided to sniffles and quiet sobs and Mr Malik let out a loud breath, staring at him. "I have a meeting this afternoon, Beth brought some clothes for you, I will help you get dress and take you home"

As he spoke, Harry stared down at his belly and cradled it.

Mr Malik glanced at the watch on his wrist and stood up. "We have to leave soon, my mother will arrive shortly from the gym and I don't want things to be awkward when you two meet"

On hearing those words, Harry's eyes widened, realization hitting him like a wrecking ball. HE HAS TOTALLY FORGOTTEN ABOUT TRISHA WAITING FOR HIM DOWNSTAIRS!

He cussed inwardly and squeezed his eyes shut, knowing he has ruined his chances of completely winning Trisha over and getting back with the Pharaoh with her help.

"I understand" He whispered lowly with a defeated tone, there's nothing he can do now but to go home and drown in his sorrows. Some people get second chances, while others don't, and he's one of those people without a second chance. He got his opportunity and ruined it and now, he has to live with the consequences.

"Can I?"

He turned his attention to Mr Malik, who was holding some clothes in his hands. "You have already seen everything" He whispered, wiping his tears with the back of his hand and lowered his gaze.

Mr Malik didn't say anything and peeled the sheets off him, revealing his naked body. He felt vulnerable to Mr Malik gaze and touch as the man dress him in a white t-shirt and jeans, slightly bigger than him. Mr Malik brushed his long curly hair back and pulled it into a ponytail then wrapped a orange and yellow scarf around his neck.

Harry gave him a questionable look about the scarf then he answered. "To cover the hickey's"

Afterwards, Mr Malik carefully carried him out of the bedroom, and all he could do was to bury his face in the man's chest, inhaling his scent and basking in his warmth.

For this could be his last time been close to him.

Halfway down the stairs, Mr Malik halted his steps, looking startled for a second and whispered "Shit" under his breath. Harry frown in confusion and followed his gaze to the bottom of the stairs and to his surprise, Trisha was standing there with a grin on her face and a big paper bag of popcorn in her left hand.

"Good mooornning" She said with a cheerfully smile and a mischievous glint in her eyes.

Harry's face lit up, then he remembered he stood her up last night and slowly hid his face in Mr Malik's chest again.

"So how was the night?" She asked, popping some popcorn into her mouth.

Suddenly Harry felt a strange feeling of déjà vu.

"Mother, what are you doing here?" Mr Malik asked, ignoring his mother's question and continued to walk down the stairs. Trisha arched an eyebrow and gave him a ridiculous look. "I live here" She replied.

"No I meant you were supposed to be at the gym" Mr Malik uttered as he reached the bottom of the stairs.

"I cancelled my session today, because of our guest disappeared on me soon after making me promise to wait for him last night"

Harry felt Trisha's eyes on him then he bit his lower lip, straying his gaze to her with a sheepishly smile. "Sorry, I-I um fell asleep" He lied, surprised Trisha still maintained her smile.

Shouldn't she be mad or angry at him? He thought.

"Oh" Trisha whispered softly then she arched a questioning eyebrow in her son's direction. "And why are you carrying him?" She asked.

"He hurt his ankle" Mr Malik lied with a straight face and Trisha shifted her gaze to Harry, as if she was asking for confirmation, and he nodded. "Yeah I-I hurt my ankle first then slept"

"After I gave him painkillers" Mr Malik added.

"Hm, I see" Trisha said, watching them with an amused expression as she pops more popcorn into her mouth and chews.

"Well I made lunch, mind if you join me?"

"Sorry mother I can't, I have a meeting...

"I wasn't asking you, I was asking Harry. You can go to your meeting. Harry and I have a lot to talk about"

"I'm taking Harreh to the hospital" Mr Malik stated.

"If his ankle was that serious you wouldn't have waited till almost noon, to take him to the hospital" Trisha countered him with a glare and when her gaze returned to Harry, her features softened into a warm smile.

"So what do you say Harry, would you have lunch with me, I'm sure you must be famished after last night"

Harry's face crimsoned and lowered his gaze as his stomach growled loudly right after Trisha's words. He glance at Mr Malik who eyed him to refuse his mother's invitation and gulped, afraid to make him mad but then again, his sole purpose for coming here last night was because of Trisha, who can help him.

"Okay, Mrs Malik" He answered, ignoring the hazel eyes boring holes at him and Trisha's lips stretched into satisfactory smile.

"Just call me Trisha okay?" She murmured beaming with smiles and Harry nodded. "Okay"

"Good" She said then glance at her son. "Zayn, be a darling and bring Harry to the dining room then you can leave for your meeting" She said and turned around, making her way towards the dining room.

Harry could feel the annoyance and frustration radiating from Mr Malik. He bit the inside of his cheek, thinking Mr Malik would say something hash to him but the man didn't utter a word and trailed behind his mother. When they entered the dining room, Trisha was already seated at the dining table, sipping on a glass of juice.

"Beth get me the softest pillows you can find" Mr Malik instructed Beth who was standing at the end of the table. She nodded in responses and went back to the living room. Harry brows furrowed, confused as to what Mr Malik was going to use the pillows for.

Within a minute Beth came back with two pillows and Mr Malik instructed her to place the pillows on one of the chairs across his mother. After Beth did what she was told, Mr Malik carefully sat Harry down on the chair with the pillows and sat next to him.

"Are you comfortable?" He asked with a concern look.

"Yes" Harry simply responded, looking into Mr Malik's eyes, surprised the man was treating him nice. They both turned their gaze at the same time across the table to Trisha who was resting her chin on her palm, elbow on the table, and the expression on her face reflected both humor and interest.

"I thought you said Harry hurt his ankle, so why are you putting pillows under his bum for his comfort?" She asked then Harry lowered his gaze while Mr Malik stared at his mother with an irritated look.

"Why didn't you inform me you didn't go to the gym?" He asked, avoiding his mother's question again.

"Well you were busy with Harry and I didn't want to interrupt" She murmured, lifting her glass of juice to her lips, taking a sip and eyeing them over the rim of her glass with a knowing look.

Beth set a tray down and placed a glass of juice in front of Mr Malik and another one in front of Harry.

"What's this, where's my coffee?" Mr Malik asked, glancing at Beth but Trisha answered his question instead.

"Harry doesn't drink coffee so I thought we should all drink fruit juice today to make him feel comfortable. Yours is cranberry juice and Harry's is pineapple juice" She said then Harry picked up the glass and took a small sip, licking his lips and afterwards took another long sip, drinking almost the entire glass.

"It's delicious" He commented then Trisha lips stretched into a wide smile and signaled Beth to refill Harry's glass.

"Thank you, I prepared smoky chicken with potatoes salad and slaw, I'm sure you'll like that too" She said then furrowed her brows. "Are those bruises under your scarf?" She asked narrowing her eyes to slits, looking at Harry's neck.

Harry touched the scarf around his neck and just when he was about to open his mouth to answer, Mr Malik quickly chimed in. "They are mosquitoes bites" He replied.

"Mosquitoes bites?" Trisha said with a doubtful look.

"Yes, I mistakenly left the windows open last night"

"Hm, its very strange how the mosquitoes in your room seems to have a thing for Harry's neck" She raised her eyebrows with a query.

Then Harry cleared his throat. "My birthday is this Saturday. I'm having a party and you'll invited" He uttered awkwardly trying to diffuse the situation and change the subject before it gets out of hand.

"Really?" Trisha eyes widen then cooed. "Anything you want me to buy for you?"

"No please, your presence is the best gift you can give me" Harry murmured then Trisha shook her head in disapproval. "No I insist, I'm going to buy you a gift and if you're free on Friday, I will take you to my designer, she has the best outfits and she also makes flower crowns which will make you look more handsome"

"He doesn't need a flower crown to make him look more handsome, the flower crown needs him to look more beautiful" Mr Malik uttered and Harry almost choked on his juice, and glance at him with surprise look.

Why is this man giving me mixing feelings! He screamed inwardly.

"Loud and clear, Mr lover boy" Trisha rolled her eyes as Beth and other two maids walked in, carrying trays of their lunch and set them down in front of them.

Harry's mouth watered, he picked his fork and knife, and slowly licked his lips then dug right in, cutting off a large chunk of the chicken with a little forkful of the potatoes salad into his mouth. He closed his eyes and let out a small moan, savoring the taste. "This tastes so good" He said without raising his head up and continued eating like he has been starved for days.

Trisha smiled then waved her hand, dismissing the two maids expect Beth. Mr Malik rolled his eyes then cut up his own food and proceeded to eat.

"So Harry can you cook?" Trisha asked, then Harry looked up from his almost empty plate and realized Trisha was trying to make a conversation when he should be the one doing it.

"Kinda of" He replied.

"Oh so what can you cook?"

"Um instant noodles and I can fry an egg"

He replied then Beth coughed to cover her startled laugh. Mr Malik glance at her with a glare then Beth kept her mouth shut, intimidated by his obvious displeasure and quietly left the dining room.

Trisha paused with the fork halfway to her mouth, then set it down and raised her brows. "You should learn how to cook variety of foods, you know what they say, keep your man's stomach full and his balls empty"

"Mother!" Mr Malik whispered yelled with a stern look.

"What?" Trisha uttered innocently.

"From the moans and grunts coming from your room last night, he sure knows how to empty your balls. He's just lacking the food part and as a good would be mother in law, I'm just pointing out one of the main things he needs to do to keep his man"

Mr Malik gritted his teeth and Harry's face flushed brighter and WAIT A MINUTE, DID SHE CONSIDER HIM AS THE FUTURE SON IN LAW!!

Mr Malik stared at his mother displaying his displeasure then Trisha rolled her eyes.

"Oh you thought I didn't know what happened between you two last night and believed in your lies?" She said with a light chuckle. "I'm older than you two, all the sneaking around and covering up hickey's, I've been there, done that and I'm still doing it"

"Why do you think I asked Beth to serve Harry pineapple juice and you cranberry juice?"

Both Harry and Mr Malik gave a her puzzled look, having no clue why.

Trisha eyes flicked up in a genuine surprise, and burst into laughter.

"Pineapple juice is known to improve the taste of semen making it sweeter while cranberry juice is said to have natural aphrodisiac qualities and also makes semen taste better" She murmured, taking a sip of her juice, flicking her eyes between her son and Harry.

If there was one thing Harry wished for at this moment was a cloak of invisibility to cover himself as he glance at his almost empty glass of pineapple juice and Mr Malik's empty glass with an embarrassed smile then he noticed Trisha was also sipping on pineapple juice. He glanced at her and she gave him a wink.

Mr Malik wipes his mouth, throws the napkin on his plate, and gets up from the chair making his displeasure patently obvious. "We're leaving" He stated.

Trisha didn't say a word after sensing her son's angry tone and kept on sipping her juice.

Harry didn't want to leave, so he gave the only excuse he could think of at the moment. "But I hasn't finished eating yet" He said, however Mr Malik paid no heed to his words and abruptly but carefully lifted him up from the chair into his arms and carried him out of the dining room.

Heading to the foyer, the large front door creaked opened as if sensing they were about to come out of the house and a security guard greeted them. Mr Malik nodded in response without stopping and made his way towards his car. Harry realized another security guard, was standing next to the car with the front passenger side already opened.

Then suddenly they heard Trisha's voice bellowing behind them. "Zayn wait, you forgot the pillows!"

Mr Malik halted his steps and groaned in annoyance then whirled around to face his mother as she makes her way towards them with a slight smirk and two pillows in her hands. She walked past them to the car and carefully placed the pillows onto the front passenger seat then turned around.

"Now you're all good to go" She said teasingly, earning a light giggle from Harry, then he glanced up in time to see Mr Malik shooting his mother a warning look.

Mr Malik then gently sat Harry onto the passenger seat then waited for him to buckle the seat belt before closing the door and walked around the car to the driver's side.

Harry's glance out the window, staring at Trisha, who gave him an assuring smile and mouthed to him that she will be there on his birthday. Harry smiled, as the car slowly pulled away from the house.

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I have divided the chapter into two parts again 😅

I know there's is a little confusion at the part where Mr Malik suddenly appeared at the shower 😅. The next chapter will explain everything.

I want to say a big shout to my senior pervert sister. Zarry_Almightyy She kept insisting I write a lot of smut for this chapter.

Thoughts on the Chapter

Thoughts on Harry

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Predictions on the next chapter

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Thank you for reading. Stay safe 😘