All this time you've been thinking I moved on
But you should know I waited for you
Even if I tried, I could never let you go
You should know I waited, I'm always waiting for you
-Waiting

The first thing Zayn did As the call ended was ;running . He ran straight towards the room Harry was sleeping in,almost breaking the door as he entered. 

He quickly went beside Harry ,who was still sleeping soundly. Zayn looked around the room but everything was normal, as it was before.

Zayn still,took out his Gun from the closet,before checking the room twice. When he found nothing, he called Frank ,the Head of mansion security for now ,as Jeff was with Zayn's family.

"Mr. Malik." Frank answered.

"Frank,I need you have tight security around the manison,if you want you can hire more people,No one. And I mean ,no one should enter the manison, is it clear? " Zayn said as He stood near the window looking outside at the backyard.

"Yes. Sir. " Frank replied.

"And one more thing, check the mansion inside-out and also the bodyguards and guards. " Zayn said before hanging up and calling Jonathan.

"Hey." Jonathan answered.

"I received a threat. Someone called me a few minutes ago and told me ,he'll visit me in the funeral of my lover and princess. " Zayn said as he paced around in the room,his eyes moving on Harry every now and then,to make sure he is okay.

"Oh god. Okay ,Zayn.  I have got something too ,but I don't think we should talk about it on the phone,someone might be tracking your calls ,if they have your number.  Send me the number and stay in the house . I'll be there as quick as possible. " Jonathan said and Zayn nodded his head before he realised Jonathan couldn't see him and whimpered a small 'okay.'

Zayn sighed tiredly as he sat on the couch in the room. His eyes never leaving Harry.

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Harry woke up 2 hours later to find Zayn sitting beside him on the bed ,working on his laptop.

Harry sighed and tried to get in a more comfortable position but he couldn't, his shoulder was almost immovable.

"Wanna sit up ?" Zayn asked and Harry nodded his head ,as Zayn slowly helped him sit on the bed.

Harry didn't ask Zayn about why he was sitting so close to him,he just laid his head on Zayn's shoulder ,looking at the Laptop on Zayn's lap.

Zayn didn't said anything too,as he started working again.

After a few minutes when Harry was finally awake ,he decided to brush his teeth . Harry moved away from Zayn and tried to Stand up but was pulled back on Bed.

"What ?" Harry asked.

"Where are you going? " Zayn asked.

"To the washroom, I want to brush my teeth." Harry said not knowing why Zayn was behaving like this.

"Okay,let's go." Zayn said as he got up from the bed first and then Lifted Harry up ,bridal style.

"Zayn,You don't have to do that.  I'll be fine." Harry said as Zayn carried him towards the washroom.

Zayn didn't replied instead just entered the washroom wih Harry still in his arms. He went and stood in front of a sink and Harry looked in the mirror, his eyes widening at how he looked.

"Zayn,put me down." Harry said trying to escape from Zayn's arms.

"No. " Zayn replied with a emotionless face.

Harry gasped ,"what do you mean by no ? How will I brush my teeth ?" Harry asked.

"Just do it. I won't let you go." Zayn said and Harry looked at him with disbelief in his eyes.

"Zayn,just put me down. How can I brush my teeth while you are still carrying me ?" Harry asked irritated.

"Harreh. Stop all this Drama and do whatever you want quickly, I have work to do." Zayn said as he glared at Harry.

"Then go do your work !! I want that-" but before Harry could even complete his sentence, he felt the bile rising up his throat, he placed a hand on his mouth, trying to get down from Zayn's hold but he couldn't as Threw up on both himself and Zayn.

Zayn was shocked before he finally registered what happened and slowly placed Harry down who quickly reattached to the toilet seat,throwing up again.

Harry was on his knees,crying and dry heaving as Zayn rubbed a hand on  Harry's back.

Harry stopped Throwing up after a minute before he started sobbing, his shoulder was on fire again, due to all the movement and His hormones were all over the place.

"Hey. Hey . It's fine. Harreh. Stop crying . It's okay." Zayn tried to comfort Harry .

"Harry looked at Zayn ,to see Zayn's t-shirt covered in his Vomit and Sobbed more ,mumbling sorry over and over again.

Zayn quickly took off his T-shirt throwing it away ,before he pulled Harry closer to him.

"Harreh,calm down, it's okay. You are fine. Stop crying.  You'll make yourself sick." Zayn said as he massaged Harry's head with one hand while he held Harry close with ther.

After a few minutes, Harry calmed down and Zayn Helped him brushing his teeth,before helping him taking a bath and finally dressing his bullet wound again.

Harry was quite through out it all. Zayn finally place Harry on bed,who was now dressed in new clothes before taking a quick shower.

"I'll make something for you to eat." Zayn said and Harry looked at him before making a grabby hand for him.

Zayn looked a little hesitate but walked towards Harry . As soon as Zayn was close To Harry ,Harry hugged Zayn tight.

"I'm so sorry,Zayn. I didn't meant to throw up on you. It happened so suddenly and you have to take care of me like this ,even though you hate me. I'm so sorry. " Harry said in a soft voice and Zayn felt something wierd in his heart.  He didn't hated Harry. He just didn't liked him whichwas normal cause Zayn didn't liked a lot of people. More specifically he didn't liked anyone except his family and close ones.

It felt like something was moving through his lungs,it was pleasant and wierd at the same time. Zayn smiled before looking at Harry.

"It's okay. You can watch the T.V. I'll bring you the breakfast. " Zayn said as he moved away from bed.

Harry nodded his head with a dimpled smile ,making Zayn feel that again. Harry looked so soft and vulnerable, pink cheeks and nose,red lips ,tired eyes and messy wet curls.

Zayn walked out of the room and shook his head. Maybe Harry was different, maybe his mom was right.

Zayn's phone rang and he pulled it out to see Jonathan was calling him.

"Yes." Zayn picked up the call.

"Zayn,don't let Harry use any of the communicating devices." Jonathan said and Zayn frowned.

"What do you mean ?" He asked.

"I tracked down Harry's call record.  He has many calls from the number that Called you. I think he is the one ,who is planning all this."