Animals, Leather Jackets And A Mysterious Mystery (Zarry)

Chapter 8

*Zayn's POV*

"Boo"

All of us jumped up and screamed. We looked around bewildered and noticed the tiger in front of us snickering. This was wrong, tigers don't laugh... tigers don't talk... I felt a hand gripping mine and we ran, hard. All of us were scared to death. Our feet didn't stop, our hearts hammering in our chests.

I don't know who went lastly through the door, but it slammed close. We all fell to the ground, clutching our hearts and panting. No one said a word, we just lay there. This was to bizarre for words. We weren't that drunk were we?

After a while we all got up quietly and went to the living room. I dropped myself in the couch and tucked myself into Harry's armpit. My eyes closed and my fingers rubbing my temple.

"I'm either too drunk or just going insane."

"Well, that counts for all of us then Haz."

"Babe, are you alright?"

"Yes, unless the talking tiger is true... Then I'm changing my answer to no."

"should we go back?"

"Seriously Ni, no, we are not going back!"

"But Lou, come on! Talking animals are wicked."

"So you are telling me you are not scared out of your wits?"

"Yes, I'm scared, but come on! It would be epic. I'm going back right now... I need to sort this out and being afraid isn't going to help. See yous!

The door closed with a loud bang and all of us scrambled up, running towards the window. Niall was actually going towards the cage. We saw the tiger looking up with a curious face, one eyebrow raised. Let's hope Ni doesn't get eaten.

I swore to myself in that moment to never ever set a foot again in the zoo. No way is this talking lion real. Someone or something bewitched it. Seriously! I rather believe in witches and wizards than talking animals. I mean, the Harry Potter world is real right. We just can't see it, because they protected it with spells. The books explained it all.

"Babe, jungle book has talking animals as well..." Haz smiled at me.

"Huh?"

"You were mumbling about this being a wizard's or witch's doing, because Harry Potter is real."

"Oh god no! I said that at loud?", I face palmed myself, maybe a bit harder than was necessary,  but it was okay. Maybe the stupidness would finally leave my brain.

I pouted at Harry, he lifted his arms and I ran straight into them. His arms engulfing me, his lips in my hair. For some bizarre reason he knows how to calm me down. Sometimes I feel so stupid for not making him my boyfriend. I know he wants to, hell... I know I want to, but this is nice as well. Just knowing I have a really amazing and reliable friend who doesn't laugh with my awkwardness. God, the feelings I have for this boy. Together we can handle anything, even talking animals if we have to. But I'd rather not.

*Niall's POV*

Okay, this is it. I'm not mister - naive - guy anymore. This happened, I'll deal with it. Be strong Niall, be strong. Luck is on your side, after all you are an Irish Leprechaun.

"Okay, euhm'", I looked at the plate stating all the tigers' names, " Kahn?"

"Nope, I'm not Kahn."

"Aslan?"

"Nope, not him either..."

"Who the hell comes up with these stupid names. Anyways, if you are not telling me who you are I'm just going to call you kitten or pussycat or something ridiculous like that."