All That Glitters isn't Gold (Zarry-Mpreg)

Chapter 13.

ZAYN

16//6//2018

08:00

"You want something to eat?" Harry asked. "I can order room service."

"I would like some sleep. Can you order that too?"

Harry chuckled biting me on the shoulder. "Be serious for a minute. You hungry?"

My stomach grumbled on cue, I was hungry. "Don't order on my behalf I can wait till later. I've got some sugar." I reached out for a bag of sweets.

He was quick to snatch that away out of the way before I got to it. "Your sweet tooth is getting out of control."

"That coming from a man who bought me loads of sweets makes me laugh." I chuckled,

"You can have your sweets after you eating something proper first, alright. No arguments princess."

He's such a conscientious enabler. And so bossy too.
But so attentive at same time. He's perfect. I love him.

And him calling me princess, I'm melting.

Anyways, we ordered breakfast. When it arrived he grabbed two pillows, put both on my lap as make shift table for the breakfast tray then sat beside me.

Who does he think he is acting like he's my boyfriend.

I'd ordered pancakes for myself; Harry ordered egg Benedict, choosing smoked salmon instead of bacon. I should've known he did that so he could share with me because halfway through we swapped plates, his own suggestion. There was more food on his plate than on mine which he said I could finish it all if I want.

I think he's trying to fatten me up.

"Can I ask a question?" I asked him.

"Fire away, princess."

I rolled my eyes but couldn't help smiling, "Don't call me princess."

He chuckled, "Sorry not sorry. The headbands you've been wearing lately makes you look pretty, just like princess jasmine."

My face warmed up, he called me pretty. "Anyways, my question is about you and Louis. Were you ever a thing? Or a fling? Or anything?"

Harry took a full minute before answering. "We had a thing. Not a fling. Or anything like that. It was ages ago."

"Ages ago like, last month?"

"It was years ago. After we got eliminated from X-factor. We went out on a date, kissed, one thing led to another. We spent a night together, then we went our separate ways, he lived in Leeds. I lived and worked in London. We lost touched till that fateful day five of us were called in to become a band."

"Did you two hook up again?" I asked curious.

"No." After five breaths later he answered.

I counted? Yes.

And he was lying I suspected. "Thanks for feeding my curiosity that's all I wanted to know."

He looked at me, "You think I'm lying, don't you?"

"Harry, the way I see it unless there's been other times where one thing led to another, basically what you two had, you could have easily said it was just a one night stand not necessary classify it as a thing. You agree?"

Harry picked a glass of orange juice, gulping a huge chunk before turning his head looking at me, "What would you classify what's happening right here? You asking me twenty one questions? I mean we're not, like dating or on a date_why does it matter what I did with him nearly four years ago_"