~ Zayn's POV~
He stepped closer, his eyes locked only on me, the world falling away until it was just the two of us. Then, with the faintest smile tugging at his lips, he leaned down and whispered,
"Did I get you big?"
And in that moment, I couldn't even answer, my heart was too full, my chest too tense.
Tears fall hot and unashamed down my cheeks, and I let them. I can't stop them. I can only fold into them, into the relief and the ache and the overwhelming, aching happiness of seeing him standing there, real and in front of me.
He steps closer, voice puny and raw. "Happy birthday, my love," he says, and it's like the words are a key that finally unlocks me. I stumble forward and he catches me arms strong and certain and everything that hurt the last few days dissolves in the press of him. I don't care who's watching. I only know I am finally home.
Behind me, Nuala's voice rang out gently, guiding the moment:
"You can all open your eyes now… and witness the magic."
