My Gangster Roommate (zarry)

Chapter 3

Zayn looked amusingly at Harry, who was clutching his Crotch and glaring at her furiously.

"Take responsibility." he spat. "If not I'll tell the whole plane about you molesting my crotch."

Zayn shrugged. "Whatever. But I can also tell them WHY I had to climb over you in he first place. Some ungentlemanly person just refused to move his butt..."

harry glared fiercely at him and rolled his eyes. "Pffft. Whatever."

Zayn ignored him and looked around his seat. "Waah this seat is so much better than the budget airlines!" he exclaimed softly to himself.

harry stared weirdly at him. *Wth? This seat sucks! What a gangsterish country guy..*

Zayn stared out of the window as the plane began taking off.

*Goodbye New York. Just when I was getting used to you, I'm going to leave again. I wonder when will I cease to travel so aimlessly and just settle down?*

Zayn let out a small sigh and rested his head against the window. harry glanced curiously at him.

*Sheesh does he think acting emo like other guys and staring out of the window makes him seem like a person with poetry talent or something?*

Some time passed and the air stewardess began serving food.

"Excuse me Sir , what would you like to have? For today's menu, soup and meat bolts are being served."

"I'll have  soup!!" Zayn smiled.

"And?" harry asked. "Don't tell me the menu only consists of two dishes? That's pathetic!"

The air stewardess looked completely dumbfounded and didn't know how to respond. "I'm sorry sir, we will try to keep that in mind and improve our services."

"Ya witchcraft charming boy, dont make her life difficult and just choose one." Zayn said, utterly irritated.

"I'll just have orange juice thanks." harry said annoyed with the poor variety.

*when I'm in first class, there's a whole 4 page menu! And there's only two choices here. Wth?*

zayn smiled brightly when his bowl of  soup was served.

*Damn it's been a long time since I ate some soup. Those beansprouts are seriously grossing me out.*

he happily began slurping his soup  like that was the most yummy thing on earth. 

harry stared  at his uncouth behavior.

*Doesn't this guy know any manners?  

harry calmed himself down at the disgusting sight and drank a sip of his orange juice to calm his nerves.

"What is this junk!" he squealed. "This is orange syrup! Its not even pure orange juice! I only drink freshly squeezed orange!"

"Don't be fussy and just drink it." zayn muttered and returned to his beloved soup

"Stupid perverted gangster .." harry muttered under his breath.

He left the glass of orange juice on the table and plugged in his earphones and blasted music on his iPod.

zayn heard the strong drum beats and threw him a cold glance. *Spoilt brat.*

zayn finished his soup in record time and he eyed harry's orange juice.

*It seems like he isn't going to drink that right? It won't matter if I want it right?*

"hey Mr witchcraft charming boy!" zayn shook harry's shoulder. He opened his closed eyes and glared at him. "What?" he barked.