Kerosene ~Zarry~

Chapter 8.

"Ninety seven! Ninety eight!" Alana shouts from sitting on top of her fathers back, as Zayn does his push-ups.

This wasn't unusual for them, in fact it was quite a routine they had. Working out together. Alana was such a strong little girl, determined at that.

"Ninety...uh, Ninety..." Alana struggled in remembering the next number. Zayn knew it wasn't because she didn't know it, but because she was distracted by all the fun she was having.

Zayn stopped for a second, arms stretched like he was doing a full plank as he waited for his daughter to continue. "What comes after eight, baby?" He asked, praying that she got the numbers quickly because his arms were burning.

"Uh...Nine!" She remembered quickly after the little hint, and Zayn continued on as she counted the last of the numbers. "Ninety nine, one hundred!" She said, and Zayn landed on the floor flat on his stomach.

Alana knew what had to happen next. It was the only way to continue in with their workout. Careful not to fall, Alana stood up on Zayn's back and started to walk around, cracking each part of Zayn's back that she stepped on.

They both knew it probably wasn't good for Zayn, but it had to happen somehow.

After, Alana jumped off Zayn's back. Literally. And Zayn let out a slightly pained grunt before standing up and looking down at his daughter. "What next, Supergirl?" He asked her.

Alana grinned at the name and jumped, putting one fist in the air and the other on her hip. "Running!" She yelled.

Zayn nodded and started walking to the other side of his in-home gym. But Alana quickly stopping him. "Daddy. You gotta do the thing." She said sternly, and looked at him with her head held high.

Zayn put his hands on his hips and raised an eyebrow at her, and when he saw she wasn't going to be satisfied until he did what she wanted, he dropped his hands with a huff. "Yeah. Ok." He said.

Alana looked up at him with a satisfied smile and Zayn just playfully stuck his tongue out at her, causing a giggle to escape her. "C'mon then." He said, squatting down so Alana could climb onto his back.

"Are we ready?" He asked her.

Alana nodded her head. "Ready!" She yelled in response.

"Alrighty. To the treadmill!" Zayn yelled dramatically, raising one fist into the air and holding Alana securely with the other, before running around the rest of the house and to the kitchen to stop for water.

He set Alana on the counter, as she looked at him confused. Zayn pulled out two bottles of water from the fridge and handed one to her. "Water first, beautiful." He started, but continued when he saw Alana almost drink half the bottle. "A little bit." He gave her a look.

Alana nodded her head and took small sips before running to the living room quickly, as something caught her eye in the big windows. "Daddy!" She called to him, and Zayn went after her.

At first, Zayn didn't know what the hell they were looking at or what he was supposed to be seeing, until the brown mop of curls came into view.

There he was, Harry Styles, in all his glory of short shorts and a tight muscle tee. To say Zayn liked what he saw, is a little bit of an understatement.

While he was visibly drooling over Harry's biceps and leg muscles, he didn't realize Alana was knocking on the glass window, which caught Harry's attention.

Harry looked into the window, immediately locking eyes with Zayn before looking beside him at Alana, who was waving to him with a shy smile on her beautiful face.

Harry of course waved back, then looked at Zayn again before waving at him too. Zayn waved back with a small smile. It wasn't until then that Harry realized how similar Zayn and Alana were. More so how similar they looked.

Though Alana's eyes were blue and Zayn's were gold, both had full red lips, jet black hair, dark eyebrows and chiseled featured that came out to be sharp jawlines and strong cheekbones. They also both only had one dimple. Alana's on her right cheek, and Zayn's on his left. They completed each other.

At some point, without Zayn realizing it, Alana had waved Harry over and was now opening the front door for him. Zayn having a mental battle to keep his nerves in shape and not let Harry's effect on him show too much.

"Well hi, little one." Harry said, looking down at Alana who giggled and wrapped her arms around Harry's legs as a response. Harry took this as a sign, and lifted her carefully in his muscular arms, resting the small girl on his hip.

"Daddy." Alana looked at Zayn, catching his attention and cussing him to look at her in question. "Pretty." Alana giggled, using her small finger to poke at Harry's check and make sure he was real.

Zayn and Harry both laughed. Harry focused his attention back on Alana, but Zayn was focused on Harry.

He was beautiful. Eyes bright green, they almost look like glow sticks. Lips cherry red and plump. Brown curls that looked so soft. Milky white skin, smooth and flawless.

And the fact that he does so good with Alana, not to mention the fact that he looks so good with Alana, was amazing to Zayn. And Harry's toned body was just a bonus.

Zayn might of been curious before, but now he was sure of it. He liked Harry, and wanted Harry to be his.

Zayn of course didn't know if Harry even likes guys. Especially guys with a child. But, Harry seemed fond of Alana.

"What do you think, Zayn?"

Zayn was snapped out of his thoughts by Harry's voice.

"I'm sorry, what was it?" He asked embarrassed, looking down with red cheeks.

Harry just smiled small at him. "Alana requested going out for ice cream." He explained.

Zayn looked up as Alana spoke. "Can we, daddy?" She asked politely, fake pouting to lock in the 'sweet little girl' look.

Zayn sighed lightly before nodding his head. "Yes, beautiful. You can." Zayn said. Harry smiled at the nickname Zayn uses for his daughter. "Have fun." He says to them, smiling before turning.

"Zayn." Harry's voice stops him, and Zayn turns around. "All of us." He smiled at him, then turned to Alana and smiled at her.

Zayn stared for a couple of moments. He nodded his head and smiled back to then. "Ok." And they all left the house to ice cream.