The Bro Code ✔️ Zarry

Code 5 🖋 Spaces Between Us

It's been 3 months after the incident happened. Zayn never heard about Harry again, but his brothers told him that he's okay.

Zayn, on the other hand, wants to see Harry for himself. He really feels horrible for himself on what he did. But he knows it's better if he just stayed away.

When he got home from a tiring day, he was surprised that all of his brothers were home and talking silently in the kitchen. More like arguing. He walked towards and there he heard all the things he needed to know.

His jaw and fist clenches.

"Give me his damn address." Zayn sneered making his brothers gasp.

"Zayn, we--"

"I said give me his address." He shouted and that takes a moment for his brother to gave him and he drove off quickly.

His mind and heart are racing rapidly. He didn't know about all of these until now.

How dumb can he get? He knows he had done so much. But he too deserves to know every single detail about his son. That's been kept for him 7 years ago.

As soon as he gets there, he breathed heavily and knocked on the door of the apartment Harry is living in.

After a moment, the door opened and he saw a 7-year-old boy behind it.

"Hi, how I can help you, Mister?" The boy asked innocently.

Zayn's heart melted at the creature's face in front of him. He didn't know that he has a son. All these years had just passed without him knowing.

"H-hi. I'm Zayn. What's your name?" He asked, kneeling down for him to level his face with the boy.

"Daddy said no talk to strangers." The boy shook his head and shyly hid on the door.

"Your daddy knows me. I'm not a stranger. I'm your.... Papa." He said, hoping that his son would believe him. The boy's eyes suddenly lit up.

"Papa?" He asked with a smile on his face. Zayn slowly nodded and smiled with teary eyes.

The boy hugged him so tight and he hugged back. He became so emotional. He's trying to hold back the tears.

"My name is Jaireh. Come in." The child pulled Zayn inside of the house. Zayn's eyes wandered around.

"Where's your daddy?" He suddenly asked as he became curious about why did a child go and opened the door for him and not Harry.

"He's in the bathroom. He is sick. He's vomiting very bad." His son answered, leading him into a room.

"Is he okay?" He asked worriedly, as he knew Harry's situation right now.

"I don't know. But daddy said the sick will go away. He just needs to rest. So, I behave." The kid replied, and Zayn smiled at him.

He heard faint sounds in the attached bathroom and he followed it. Slowly opening the door to reveal Harry sitting in front of the toilet bowl.

Weak.

His heart sank and he felt guilty putting Harry in this situation again. He then walked slowly to him. Offering his hands to him.

Harry's eyes traced whom the hand his and his lips parted when he saw it was Zayn.

"Hi." Zayn smiled weakly and guiltily.

Harry hesitated but he then hold Zayn's hand, Zayn carefully helped him to get up and he placed Harry on his bed.

After a long silence, Harry started to sob. Zayn hushed him and whispered sweet nothings in his ears.