I'm a natural disaster
But even after all that I do
It's you who's gonna be the death of me
And none of this matters
Baby, it's you, it's you

You're bad for my health
I should probably get some help
I can't control myself, I'm addicted to the hell
My heart is getting sick from the tar that's on your lips
Yeah, you're bad for my health
You should hurt somebody else

-Dear Society

Trisha didn't said anything related to that topic after that. She started doing the final preparations for the lunch while talking with Harry about random things like songs and Various kind of food.

Harry offered to help Trisha but she refused saying that there was nothing much to do and Harry needs rest after walking all the way here from the car.

Soon Zayn and Saffa joined them and They all ate the lunch together.

Harry had previously thought it would be awkward or embarrassing but it wasn't anything like that. Zayn was a completely different person with his family.

He cracked jokes , teased Saffa , Complimented Trisha and Most importantly he smiled and laughed. Something Harry had never seen him doing.

When the lunch was almost over Trisha said,

"Go and Introduce him to your father, Zayn. He is the library like always."

Zayn just nodded is head ,still eating the food and Harry started thinking again. He had never met Zayn's father but he has seen his picture in magazines. And he had heard a lot about his strict behavior.

After Lunch ,Trisha shooed Zayn and Harry to Go and Meet Yaser while holding Saffa there so she can help Trisha with cleaning the table.

Zayn led Harry towards the stairs wordlessly his expression changing almost automatically in the emotionless one.

"Don't talk much. He will know the truth easily if you do so." Zayn said and Harry thought about telling Zayn ,what Trisha told to him.

They stopped in front of white doors and Zayn knocked on them before opening one of them and Gesturing Harry to walk in first.

Harry walked in and the first thing he saw was books, well he expected to see books but not this. The library was big and instead of walls all you could see was books.

Being a book reader Hardy heart did that flip thinking about having so much books and reading them.

"I guess someone is finally interested in what I like." A rough voice startled Harry and He literally jumped a little before turning towards the Direction of voice.

Both Zayn and His father were standing few feets away from Harry ,they chuckled when they saw Harry's reaction .

"Yaser Malik, and you must be Harry styles." Yaser said extending his hand ,his tone firm and confident.

Harry took Yaser's hand and shook it . Smiling a little trying to look confident cause internally he was freaking out.

"So you like books ?" Yaser asked and Harry nodded his head.

"Which type of ?"

"Um..I don't have any special choices, but I like the poetic ones the most." Harry answered.

"Oh ,poetic. So you like poetries? What do you think about Slyvia Plath's poetry ?" Yaser  sat on the chair and gestured Harry to sit on another one.

Harry looked at Zayn and Zayn was just walking around the library. Well,clearly he isn't going to help. So Harry took a deep breath before he said,

"Um..I guess,according to me ,her most of the famous works were written when she was depressed and suicidal. And most of her works gives a reflection of her feelings, her last work 'Edge' which was written 6 days before her death ,described the death of a women and Two children. And even though she wrote about killing the children's in the Poem, she committed the suicide alone,insuring that her both the children's were safe. So it shows that she deeply cared about her childrens."

Harry said taking a long breath afterwards. Yaser was looking at him with a smile on his face and Now Zayn was standing beside Yaser too ,looking at Harry.

"So can you tell me a few lines of this 'edge ' poem?" Yaser asked and Harry nodded his head.

"The woman is perfected.   
Her dead
Body wears the smile of accomplishment,   
The illusion of a Greek necessity
Flows in the scrolls of her toga,   
Her bare
Feet seem to be saying:
We have come so far, it is over.
Each dead child coiled, a white serpent,   
One at each little
Pitcher of milk, now empty.  
She has folded
Them back into her body as petals   
Of a rose close when the garden
Stiffens and odors bleed
From the sweet, deep throats of the night flower.
The moon has nothing to be sad about,   
Staring from her hood of bone.
She is used to this sort of thing.
Her blacks crackle and drag."  Harry said ,actually he said the whole poem and Then Yaser clapped standing up and walking towards Harry he stood in front of him.

"I'll be honest with you ,I was testing you. In my whole life I have seen many people trying to impress me by saying that they have interest in reading ,when they have never even read a book. And I'm glad you aren't one of them. I'm Happy to know that my grandchildren will have good mind along with good looks too," Yaser laughed . " and your voice is great young man, I would surely like you to read me some more poetries."

"Next time,Dad. We have to leave now." Zayn said wrapping his hand around Harry's waist.

Harry's breath hitched cause he was still not used to this.

"Sure. Next time." Yaser patted Harry's back .

So in this way they made there way out of mansion after Wishing a goodbye to both Trisha and Saffa.

While they were walking back to the car Zayn unexpectedly said,

"You did good." And Harry smiled .

"I can't believe you are really a good actor." And Harry's smile faded again.