Kerosene ~Zarry~

Chapter 5.

"What are you doing here?" Were the first words Zayn Malik said, quite firmly, as he opened his front door.

"Nice to see you too." Harry Styles' naturally sarcastic, but soothing, voice rang through after knocking on Zayn's front door.

"Sorry." Zayn politely apologized, getting slightly shy from embarrassment as he pulled open the door further and motioned Harry inside.

As Harry walked in, he looked around at the spacious rooms, the feeling of home engulfing him as he walked through the living room and kitchen. Zayn just followed behind quietly.

"Your house is very nice, Zayn." Harry spoke quietly, almost as if he was nervous to say it.

"Thank you, Harry. I try my best to be organized but..." Zayn trails off. He didn't want to tell Harry the reason why his house is usually messy. He just didn't want to explain his life story. Didn't want to explain how he was a single father.

Harry just smiles at him, and continues to walk around. Once he reached the stairs, Zayn was quickly to stop him.

"Um," Zayn moved in front of him and directed him away from the stairs. "I'm not kicking you out, but why are you here?" Zayn asked him.

Harry sighs before sitting at the long breakfast bar in the kitchen. Zayn stands on the other side of the bar, across from Harry. "I...I came to apologize. For, the way I acted when we first met, the way I'm still acting...I'm sorry." Harry breaths out as he looks up into Zayn's concentrated eyes.

Zayn breaks eye contact after a couple of second before smiling softly. "You don't need to apologize. My...friend once told me, 'Not everyone is going to like you. So just be the best you can, and move on.' And I know that." He said.

Harry just looked at him intently. Zayn could have swore he saw sadness in Harry's eyes. But he wouldn't say anting. Because that's not who he is. "Your friend sound very wise." He says.

Zayn nods and smiles sadly. "She was. Always will be," he pauses before taking a breath and pushing the bad thoughts out of his mind. "You never know what's going on in someone else's life. Being mean wouldn't solve anything, so I just leave people be." He finished.

Harry looked guilty, but Zayn continued. "Some people have bad days, and some are just bad people." Zayn shrugged.

"Guess that's me, huh?" Harry said. He couldn't believe how calm Zayn could be.

Zayn just shook his head. "I don't believe you're those people Harry." He said softly. "I don't believe you're a bad person. I just think you were in a bad spot." He smiled.

Harry thought for a second before smiling back at him. Zayn was about to talk again when a sound form upstairs interrupted them.

Harry looked at the ceiling above him, confused. "What was that?" He asked.

Zayn's eyes went wide for a second before he quickly covered it up with a nervous smile. "Nothing." He said, quickly scolding himself for not coming up with a clever response.

Harry raised his brows. "Nothing? Really?" He asked as he stood up and walked toward the stairs again.

Zayn quickly moved in front of him. "It's an, old house." He laughed nervously as Harry walked forward causing Zayn to walk backward, still in front of him.

"I don't think it is, Zayn." Harry said with a playful voice.

Zayn's smile dropped and he looks at Harry, scared. "Ok fine. My dog. It was my dog!" He said, voice getting louder with fear.

Harry let an amused smile take over his face. "Your dog? What kind of dog?" He laughed.

"Why does that matter? It's a dog, all dogs act the same right?" Zayn rambled on as the reaches the end of the stairs.