The Bro Code ✔️ Zarry

Code 3 🖋 Just A Little Bit Of Your Heart

It's been a month since Zayn got back to teaching. He leaves his father with Niall, Liam, and Louis because their job is just in London. Unlike Zayn, the school he's teaching is in Bradford. But if he can visit, he visits them at least once in two weeks. He often calls too to ask about their father's condition.

After that morning in the hotel, he never heard about Harry again. And he was thankful for that. The rest of his stay in London was at peace and that was all he needed.

He was in the middle of checking papers of his students, when Luke, one of his students approached him.

"Hi, Luke." He smiled and raffles the little kid's hair.

"Hi, Mr. Malik." The boy waved up at him.

"How are you, Luke?"

"I am excited."

"Really? For what?"

"My mom will give birth to Michael. My future little brother."

"Wow. You'll have a playmate soon. And I know you'll do great as a big brother."

"Do you have little brother, too?"

"Yes. I have three of them. And I also have one that is older than me."

"Have you been a great big bro to them, too?"

Zayn blinked and chewed his lower lip at the question. He did great to Liam and Niall. Especially Niall. But to Harry.

"Partly, yes."

"Why? Did you do something bad?"

"Yes. And I don't want you to do something bad for your brothers, okay?"

Luke nodded and smiled.

"I won't. Momma says that I should always love my brothers. Even if Ashton's been bullying me."

Zayn's heart sank. "Ashton's bullying you?" Luke nodded.

"But, I always treat him nice. Even though he doesn't like me. He's still my brother."

After that, Luke ran off when his classmates invited him to play. Zayn was left spaced out.

"Zayn?" A seven-year-old Harry knocked on Zayn's bedroom.

Zayn, who's playing video games didn't pay attention.

"Zaynie?" He frowns.

"Go away, Harry!"

"But, Zayn I made you hot chocolate," Harry replied, keep on knocking the door.

Zayn slammed the controller on his desk when he lost the game. He stood up and marched towards the door, ready to scold his younger brother and put the blame on him.

"I told you to go away, right? What are you still doing here?" Zayn pushes his younger brother hard on the wall. The hot chocolate spilled over the younger lad and the cup fell on the floor, broken.

"Ow, Zaynie! It's hot." Harry cried trying to wipe away the hot liquid from his body.