Seems like there's always
Someone who disapproves,
They'll judge it like they know about me and you,
And the verdict comes from those with nothing else to do,
The jury's out, And my choice is you.
So don't you worry your pretty little mind,

People throw rocks at things that shine,
And life makes love look hard,
The stakes are high,
The waters rough,
But this love is ours
-Ours
(Ammuali7😍)

Harry didn't returned to Zayn's room that night .  He slept on the couch in the living room . After Harry came back from Zayn's room Louis had already gone to sleep . Liam and he talked about Liam's Europe trip . Harry promised him to Tell him everything later and Liam agreed.

So when Trisha and Yaser came back home unexpectedly in the early morning hours they were surprised to see Harry barely managing on the couch.

Trisha quitely woke Harry up and asked him why as he was on the couch.

" Um...I was watching a show on t.v last night and then I was too tired to go back to the room so I slept here. " anyone could easily say Harry was lying but Yaser and Trisha had bigger problems to handle and they were tired due to all the travelling.

"Okay no problem,honey. Can you go and wake Zayn up ? Ask him to get ready immediately and come down . " Trisha said Harry nodded his head . he wanted to ask why did they came back so early and what was so important but he didn't.

"And Harry ", Yaser said making Harry look at him " you have to come with Zayn too. You are the future Luna . You have to be there too. "

Harry doesn't says anything just manages a small smile and walks upstairs.

He knocks at the door twice before opening it carefully peaking inside. The room was still dark Harry slowly closed the door and walked closer to bed where he could see Zayn's hair poking out of blanket.

He reached near the bed and saw that Zayn was sleeping peacefully . His usually perfect quiff was not present there instead his hair were messy and falling over his forehead and eyes . His face was relaxed ,lips slightly parted . The blanket reached his chin and he looked so soft not tense like he usually is. Harry didn't know why his inside felt weird. Why he was feeling this sudden urge to feel Zayn's hair.

Zayn was sleeping almost in the middle of bed facing Harry. Harry sat of the edge of the bed just watching Zayn sleep . Zayn looked peaceful and somehow that made Harry feel peaceful. His hand hovered over Zayn's forehead ,his fingertips barely touching the silky black threads.

Zayn's long black lashes  fluttered a little but Zayn didn't woke up . Harry gently moved the hair away his cool fingers brushing Zayn's warm forehead he felt those sparks flow through his body and Maybe Zayn did too cause his hand instantly took a hold on Harry's wrist pulling him onto himself.

Harry's breath hitched as he realized that his face was really close to Zayn's . His half body was on the bed laying opposite to Zayn. He tried to move away but Zayn was still holding his wrist close to his chest m Harry could feel Zayn's heart beating under his fingers.

He tried to free his hand but Zayn won't let go .

"Stay ." Zayn mumbled hugging Harry's hand closer to his chest. And Harry wanted to ,he wanted to stay close to Zayn but at the same moment he knew that Zayn would not want the same once he is awake .

So he slowly tapped Zayn's shoulder over and over again until Zayn blinked his eyes a few times before opening them . Harry stared at Zayn's sleepy eyes and Zayn stared back until he realized that Harry was so close to him. Zayn sat up on bed pulling Harry with him.

"What do you think you are doing ?" Zayn asked his voice husky and rough sending chills down Harry's spine.

"Move away from me your smell is suffocating me ." Which was a total lie. Harry smelt like Jasmine and lemons. If it would be possible than Zayn wanted to store Harry's smell . He wanted to breath it every moment but he won't accept it.

"Um..if you'll let me . I'll move ." Harry   said . And that's when Zayn noticed that he was holding Harry's wrist. His lips formed in 'O' shape and his cheeks turned pink in embarrassment. He let go on Harry's hand and Harry quickly scrambled off the bed.

"Your parents are back and they asked y- us to get ready and meet them in downstairs.  They have to discuss something. " Harry said and walked to where his bags were still packed.

Zayn didn't said nor did Harry . Harry took his clothes out of the bag and a small bag containing his brush and all and walked towards the bathroom.

When Harry came back Zayn was sitting on the bed smiling at his phone .

"Zayn . You can get ready ." Hary then started unpacking his books until Zayn got ready and then they both walked downstairs. No one was there in the kitchen or living room.

"They'll be in the office . This way ." Zayn started walking and Harry followed him until they reached Yaser's office . The door was open . Yaser was sitting on his green chair while Louis was standing leaning against a wall and Trisha was sitting on the couch in the other side of room.

Yaser nodded his head giving Zayn and Harry permission to come inside . Harry's eyes wondered around room . The room had this smell of old papers and maghony wood it wasn't much but Harry could smell it.

Yaser's office was beautifully designed .

What attracted Harry the most was the books . He looked around until Yaser cleared his throat  getting his attention.

"You can come here later and check the books if you want but right now I'll like you to pay attention to what I'm saying ." Yaser said his voice was stern but he wasn't scolding Harry and Harry knew it so he just looked down at his shoes.

"So why are we here ,Dad ?" Zayn asked .

"We have to get ready for a war ."