Humility (Zarry A.U)

Chapter 11

Chapter 11

*Author's P.O.V*

"Thank you for the training, my king." The guards say at the same time while bowing before they leave to go eat their super.

"Anytime, guys." He tells him, giving them a wave before plopping down next to Zayn, who is writing down notes about the guards."Oh my god, how do they do it?"

"They are probably just as tired but hide it pretty well." Zayn tells him, patting his thigh after closing his notepad.

"They better, or else I will feel so out of shape." He says, and his friend simply can not hold it in much longer, or else he thinks they will never talk about it.

"Do you remember kissing me that night we got attacked?" Zayn asks, causing the young king to sit up quickly, green eyes wide.

"I kissed you?" He asks, trying to remember when, but nothing seems to be coming up.

"Yes. Very passionately, may I add." Zayn answers, and Harry covers his mouth while wishing he could just disappear.

"Why did you wait so long to ask me about this?" He asks, his face getting redder and redder by the second.

"Something else kept coming up. Sorry." Zayn replies, though he knows he could have tried harder to bring it up.

"You shouldn't be the one apologizing. That should be me." He says as they get up from the stairs.

"You shouldn't either because you were intoxicated." Zayn reassures him before holding the back door open for him, and they walk back inside.

"I still shouldn't have done that." He says, making a rule for himself to never get that drunk again.

"Don't beat yourself up over it. The guards already did it for you." Zayn teases, poking the few bruises scattered on his body.

"Ha ha ha. You should be a jester." He says, though he would much rather have him in a power position.

"But I wouldn't be able to protect you." Zayn responds, kind of wishing more would have come out of that conversation.

"That's alright. After today's training, I'm pretty sure I can take on ten men by myself." He says, flexing his left bicep, and Zayn squeezes it, making him wince from the soreness.

"One day, I will put you to the test for that." Zayn states with them noticing the changes around them.

There are servants rushing about with different decorative items in their hands while others are shuffling furniture about. What they were preparing for would be hard to guess, but it has to be something big. A few of them tried their best not to freak out by the king watching them or being this close to him. Of course, most of them knew Harry, but now that he's a king, it feels completely different. They try their best to stay out of his way, but he simply goes to his throne and sits down. Zayn is standing next to him as they start to talk about the weaknesses and strengthen each guard. It feels nice talking logistically with the king. It, strangely, brings a closer connection between the two. The moment is short-lived, unfortunately.

"My king, we have to get you ready for your King celebration." A servant states afraid to approach his throne.

"There is so much going on today. First, I got kidnapped, then I had to train the guards, and now this." Harry says, getting up from his seat with a deep sigh.

"We can cancel it if you would like." The man replies, but the king just holds up his hand while heading to his bedroom.

"No need. You all have already set up the castle for it." Harry says while unbuttoning his shirt along the way.