tryst [third] // h.s

3.13

Chapter thirteen

Zara Malik

Leg in, leg in. Crouch down to take off your heels, Zara.

Shh! You're going to wake up Harry.

"Perhaps I should wake up Harry. He'd take off my heels." I slap my hands over my mouth as soon as my thoughts are out of my mouth without my intention.

How drunk are you?

Close the door and take off your heels.

I lean down to take off my heels, losing balance and tripping on my feet but I manage to pick myself up halfway from falling so I lean against the door and let myself gently go down while I try to be as silent as possible.

Once safe on the floor, I move to my heels and I take them off, moaning in satisfaction as my feet are released from their constraints. I leave my heels on the side of the door and I tiptoe to the kitchen so I can chug a tall glass of water.

I'm too old to be doing tequila shots with no chaser but Zayn made me do it and I honestly haven't had this much fun in years. I just wish Harry had been by my side tonight but I understand why he wasn't.

I had a great time with my brother as soon as my parents were out. He had a small party to celebrate his new album and all of his new team was there as well as Gigi, so it was nice to catch up with her.

My parents insisted that we have dinner sometime soon and I promised to go to their house back in Bradford next month. I want to take them and my little sisters on tour but I want to ask Harry first. Since he's going I don't want to make him uncomfortable by bringing up most of my family along with me.

I stare straight ahead of me while drinking water but I spot a bag of Cheetos behind the bar so I smile and open them so I can eat a little bit more. I worked alcohol on an empty stomach so this is heaven for me right now.

I smile to myself as I enjoy the silence of me and my thoughts but the back door closes and I drop my bag of Cheetos as the bottle of water slips away from my hand and it spills all over the floor.

Suddenly I'm high alert and I grab the first thing I see, which is a pink spatula and a wooden spoon but I rush to the other side of the house, still on my tiptoes to face whatever is making noise.

I walk silently and I see a shadow so I hide behind the wall from the corridor, holding my breath but as I take a peek, it's my boyfriend walking inside the house on his tiptoes as well.

"Harry Edward Styles!" He holds a hand to his chest as I lift both the spoon and the spatula, widening his eyes.

"Zara, for the love of god! What are you doing?" He warily asks and I throw the kitchen utensils to his chest before I move my hands to my eyes so I can hold my cries.

It made me so nervous, I didn't realize I was shaking until now but he notices I'm sobbing and comes to round me with his arms.

"Baby, what's wrong?" He asks in a worried tone and I break off his embrace to give him a look, but my lip pouts. "Angel."

"Why are you sneaking in the house like some burglar!"

"Why are you throwing kitchen gadgets at me!" Harry picks them up from the floor and I swipe my hands under my eyes to clear my tears. "Did I scare you?"

"Yeah, you did, wanker!" I fold my arms tightly on my chest and he smiles but still pulls me in for a hug. "I thought you weren't leaving the house."

"And I'd thought you'd be home much later." He confesses and I remove my head away from his neck to give him a look.