Apocalypse [h.s.]

Chapter twenty six

I knocked on Zayn's door for the second time, starting to wonder what he was even doing this late. Harry knocked harder, a bit harder than I expected so I jumped a step back startled. He turned to me with a concerned look on his face and held around my shoulders.

"I'm sorry, are you okay? I didn't mean to scare you," he said and eyed me up and down to see if I was okay.

I furrowed my eyebrows and laughed at his ridiculousness. "I'm fine, Harry. Don't worry, I was just a bit startled because of the loud sound, but it's nothing to worry about."

He nodded and let out a releived sigh, turning to the door again. Suddenly the door creeked quietly and opened up by itself it looked like. Harry tried to peek through the little gap that reveiled a stray of light. I furrowed my eyebrows and looked at him. He looked at me and shrugged, before slowly moving towards the door. I gulped and took a step forward, taking Harry's hand in mine. He smiled down at me and chuckled softly.

Harry opened the door slowly and tilted his head, looking around. There was not really much to see. The furnitures were as neat as always, his table totally clean, his couch brushed off without a single dust on and the usual box of tissues placed on the glass table. The water was running in the sink for some reason. A reason I didn't want to know.

"Zayn?" I called out.

No hello or sound was coming. Harry stepped further into the flat and looked around. He went over to the sink and turned it off.

"Zayn!" I shouted.

A sound was heard from his bedroom. Both me and Harry quickly turned our heads to the right. Zayn was still nowhere to be found. But I was certain I had heard a noise. Harry was too. He looked at me and furrowed his eyebrows, before he went over to me and took my hand in his. I squeezed it as we started walking towards Zayn's bedroom with heavy steps and hearts beating fast. He fisted his hand and slowly opened the door in to Zayn's bedroom. I narrowed my eyes, afraid of what I may see.

"Zayn?" Harry said quietly.

We screamed and jumped back when suddenly, a cat jumped out from a basket of clothes on the floor. He sat down and started licking his paws casually.

"Bloody cat!" Harry uttered and groaned.

I laughed and shook my head, looking at Harry, who was still a bit startled.

"When did he even get a cat?" He asked and looked at me, laughing as well.

I shrugged. "I have no idea."

"Violet? Harry?" We heard from behind us. We turned around to see Zayn standing there with a big bag of something along with what looked like camping equipment. "What are you guys doing here? And why were you screaming?"

We looked at eachother and laughed. Zayn furrowed his eyebrows and stared at us with confusion.

"Your bloody cat scared the hell out of us," Harry said and smiled. "I didn't know you had a cat."

Zayn let out an "oh" and put down his bags in the kitchen, and the camping equipment in the couch. "It's not mine. Ms. Jefferson from the second floor asked me if I could watch him for the day cause she was going out somewhere."

I smiled and went over to him. "That's nice of you, Zayn, but don't you think you have enough going on already?" I asked and put my hand on his shoulder, stroking it lightly.

Zayn shrugged. "Well, I couldn't really say no either. She has always been so kind to me, and I couldn't make myself say no."

I chuckled softly. "I'll tell you what, it can be with me for the night. I had a cat once when I was 12, so I know a little about taking care of it and stuff."

He shook his head. "No, no, Violet, you don't have to do that. It's no problem for me, really."

"Zayn, you have more things you need to do than I have. I'll take the damn cat, it's not a question," I protested.

He chuckled and smiled at me. "Thanks. I guess the cat would just die if it was with me anyway."

I shook my head and laughed. I turned to see what Harry was doing, but he was nowhere to be found. He wasn't in the couch, neither was he standing where I left him.

"Where did Harry go?" Zayn asked, seeming to have noticed that Harry was gone.

I shrugged, furrowed my eyebrows and started walking towards the bedroom. He might have gone there to stare at the beautiful moon like he loved doing, just teasing me looking so darn gorgeous as strikes of light from the bright moon hit him.

There he was, but not in the window. He was sitting on Zayn's bed with the cat on his lap, scratching the cat's ear and nuzzling his face into its fur, smiling and giving the cat compliments such as "you're such a pretty cat, aren't you", with an answer like "yes, yes you are,".

"Didn't know you were a cat person," I said and chuckled from the doorstep. I hadn't really thought I would see this side of Harry, but then again he was just full of surprises.

He didn't take his face up from the fur, so I could barely hear what he answered through the fur. "Have always been. Just ask my mother."

I grinned at the sight and turned my head to Zayn, motioning for him to come and look. He stood up from his chair and walked over to where I was standing, curiousity in his eyes. A loud chuckle escaped his lips as he was standing next to me.

"Wow, you really are hard as a stone, aren't you," he said sarcastically and laughed.

I went over to Harry and picked the cat up into my arms. I turned the face to me.

"You're staying with me tonight, yes you are," I said with a baby voice and nuzzled our noses together.

Harry stood up from the bed. "Hey, it's mine!"

I giggled and started walking out of Zayn's flat with the cat in my arms. "Not anymore!" I shouted as I walked out of his livingroom in to my own. The cat was really adorable. It had this gorgeous brown, black and white mixture color on his fur, and it was a little fat, just the way I liked them. But not dangerously fat of course, just a tad bit.

Harry stormed into my apartment and ran after me. "You can't just steal my cat, Violet! Give it to me!"

I giggled, walking into my kitchen with the cat still in my arms. Harry smirked and walked towards me. I realized I was going to be cornered. He placed his hands on the wall with me inbetween and looked down at me.

"Give me the cat," he said and grinned.

I shook my head. "Nope. It's mine now."

He groaned and rolled his eyes. "What do you want for it? I'll give you anything if you just give me the damn cat."

I looked up and thought for a while. I smirked and looked back at him. "I want a kiss."

He smirked and nodded, leaning down and pressing his soft lips to mine in a tender kiss whilst grabbing my neck and holding it firmly. Suddenly the door went up, and I broke our kiss to see Zayn standing there, looking as surprised as ever.

"Zayn," I uttered.

He broke our gaze and looked away. "I-I'm sorry, I was just gonna .. Uhm, I'm gonna go now. I'll talk to you tomorrow," he said and walked out again.

"Zayn, wait!"

The door slammed close as I was talking, walking away from Harry to reach Zayn, but with no luck. There was something about the look on his face that felt so heartbreaking. Like he was heartbroken. But why would he be? Perhaps he did have feelings for me. Perhaps I just broke his soft, tender heart. His fragile heart on his sleeve.