The Bet | Zarry | *On Hiatus*

CHAPTER 10

HARRY'S POV:

"Haz, Haz!!" Gemma woke me up as she bounced up and down the bed.
"Harry. Harry. Look. Look, it's so bouncy and soft." She giggled and I can't help but smile, seeing her happy after such long time. I felt rejuvenated. She was so young when we lost everything, she had never experienced a sleep in a bed as soft and comfy as this one. Even after the events that happened yesterday, my body surrenders at the tenderness of the bed. I had the best sleep in a long time.

I felt Safe.

Back in our old apartment. I always had my guards up I used to wake up from the slightest noise. Let's just say our building wasn't the safest one. It was never safe and most of the other tenants were junkies and drug addicts. My irresponsible mother tend to leave the door unlocked so I always had to wake up to check it. Even if we don't really had anything with value, I still had fear.

Then reality hit me. This.
This won't be forever.

But it can.

And all I have to do is accept Niall.

But then again, I can't. I can't become like him. I won't take the easy way out just like what 'that man' did.

"Haz, I'm hungry." My cute little sister whined. We both were so exhausted yesterday that we skipped the dinner.

"Hungry. Hungry. Hungry."

"Let me check, Gemma. Remember this isn't out house and we don't want to overstep our boundaries." I explained.

Zayn did told me to use anything. So I guess, I hope that also extends to the kitchen.

"I remember!" She exclaimed.
"The handsome and sexy one that saved me from that scary women."

Handsome? And wait sexy? From where did she learnt that word?

What? Is my little sister crushing over Zayn?

Then Gemma jumped off the bed and dashed outside.

"Where are you going?" I asked

"To his room." Just as I thought.

ZAYN'S POV:

I groaned as I felt someone bouncing in my bed. "Go away ... " I uttered as I buried myself deep in the pillow. It was saturday so I don't have any reasons to wake up early.

"Mister! Mister! Wake up!"

Again with the bouncing and 'mister'? I don't remember any of my friends call be that.

"Mister! Mister!"

It can't be my friend as it was a child's voice. Then I remembered last night. I opened one eye and was greeted by a
pair of sparkling dark green eyes.

"Good morning mister!"

I yawned and stretched as I sat on the bed. "Good morning Gem." I then ruffled her hair.

"Gem?"

"Yeah ...Gem sounds nice and cool." I explained.

"Gem.
Gem.
Gem." She repeated after a pause of 2 seconds.
"Gem, I like it Mister." She said happily.

"Don't call me Mister, you're making me look old. Call me Zee."

"Okay Zee!"

"Gemma." We both looked at the door to see Harry. He was already dressed up. The pink blush on his face indicated his embarrassment on his little sister's innocent action.

"Haz! Call me Gem! Zee gave it to me! I like it better!" The little girl exclaimed.
"Zee! Zee! I'm hungry."

"Gem, can you please wait in the couch, I'll fix you breakfast soon." Harry ordered and the little girl suddenly changed her mood from cheerful to sad as if she had done something wrong. She then slowly walked out from my room.