12 [MAUVE]: Where is The Moron?

Morning conversation with his family, and night preparation for his date night; Zayn Malik had a lazy day.

"Good morning," Zayn yawned as he sat across the table from his dad, whom was having his coffee.

"Good morning, sunny boy." Yaser smiled, looking up at Zayn from under his glasses before looking back at his ipad.

His mother kissed his cheek before she placed a plate full of blueberry muffins in front of him, along with a glass of juice. Zayn thanked her before he dag in lazily.

"But.. you look gloomy today," his father continued, taking his glasses off now, his eyes looked up and down Zayn's tired features as he shoved an entire muffin in his mouth, "It's been a while since I've seen you at breakfast wearing your pyjamas, Is it Christmas already honey?" Yaser asked his wife playfully.

"No, dear. Not until another nine months." Trisha replied making her husband laugh.

"And it's been a while since I've seen you home at breakfast, why are you still home? Don't you have work?" Zayn fired back before taking a gulp from his apple juice.

"Rude," Yaser chuckled. Zayn was relieved to hear his dad so bubbly today. He felt at peace. At least his cheating and humiliation didn't go to waste. Oh you had to think of that now! He forced down another gulp of juice, he was slowly starting to lose his appetite.

"I took today's off," Yaser contiuned, "I need to take care of our flowers and apply some fertilizers. Did you see the new common periwinkles? They turned out to be your favourite colour... periwinkle!" Dad laughed out loud at his clever connection between the name of the flower and the colour.

"Isn't it like the flower of death? Why did you plant it?" Zayn questioned.

"Don't believe that! She's an innocent flower. She means us no harm! Besides, your grandfather once told me that the flower of death is actually chrysanthemum. Ugh did you see that thing? It even looks scary." Yaser added.

"Yeah I've seen pictures of it on the internet."

Zayn finished his breakfast while his mother and father talked about what they need to buy from the store today, but a loud crash heard from upstairs disturbed their peaceful morning.

"Your sisters, they must have dropped something, or played with the new basketball you bought them last week.. inside.. again! GIRLS!" Trisha shouted the last word before going upstairs.

As Zayn took the last gulp of his juice, he remembered about last night, why the hell was detective James here?

"Dad, you never told me what were you doing with detective James and why was he here yesterday?"

"Oh nothing to worry about, son," Yaser moved his hand in dismiss. "Me and him, we went to see Harry's secretaty, that idiot who put me in jail, because of him I spent a night. in. jail!"

Yeah dad I knew that, but what happened? Zayn wanted to add but that would've sounded so insensitive, instead he said,

"What did that moron say?" Zayn remembered him perfectly from his visit to Harry's office, if he knew he was the reason behind all this, he would have given him an unforgettable lesson.

"We didn't find him, Harry said he was there in the morning, but none have seen him after that."

"That's strange," Zayn raised an eyebrow in confusion, trying to shake the feel of uneasiness that shot through him at the fact that Harry talked with his father after what happened in Harry's car. Oh now he can't unsee the picture of himself, bending down to give Harry an unasked-for blow job, and for some reason his dick twitched in his pants at the thought. Oh no!

"Very! No one knows where he lives, but James assured me the police will find him soon and we'll see why the hell did he put us through such agony?"

Zayn watched as a frown took over his father's face. Maybe he was too caught up in his own misery that he forgot how his dad has been degraded, got called a thief, and had been dragged by the police from his own home.

Zayn quickly stood up and give his father a big warm hug, resting his head on his shoulder.

Maybe he shouldn't feel guilty about what he did now. He saved his father. And that totally meant the world to him.

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"Oh you look very handsome brother," Zayn's sister Safaa said while looking at her big brother, who was dressed in a black jeans with a brown button-up dress shirt with small white dots, and threw a black blazer over it, his hair styled to perfection and he also trimmed his beard!

[A/n: Safaa age is 12 in here.]

"Thanks little sister." Zayn smiled before he stepped into a pair of black dress shoes.

"I've never seen you dressed up so good to go on a date with Liam." Safaa chuckled before she continued her way to the kitchen.

Her words made Zayn stand straight, why the hell did he spend all this time to dress up? It's all part of the plan, he convinced himself, so Harry wouldn't get suspicious. But will Harry get suspicious if he dressed in his normal favourite knit sweater?

Deep down, Zayn knew that was not the only reason why, and he hated himself for that.

He hated himself for wanting to impress Harry. Where did this urge to please him came from?

Zayn shook his head to repudiate the idea that creeped to his head, as he sent two messages, the first to Liam telling him a lie about how he and his family are having a family dinner tonight, and another to Harry asking him where should they meet.

Zayn said goodbye to his family, lying again about having a date night with Liam, before he stepped outside, closing the door behind him.

He went to his car, and with a quick look at his watch, which was a present from his friend Ashton in his birthday, h knew it was already seven, he got into the driver seat of his car but before he could put his seatbelt on, his phone rang, looking at the caller ID, it was Harry.

"Hello," Zayn cleared his throat.

"Hi, I guess you're ready to go." The lovely-deep voice came through the phone. Damn you and your voice. Zayn mentally cursed, it was confusing him more.

"Yes, I just texted you to ask where should I meet you?"

"I'm already here," Harry replied calmly, "Look at your left."

With the phone still pressed to his ear, Zayn looked at his left, to see Harry's face staring at him with a smile from the window of his car.

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