Fancy Pants || l.s.

chapter 5

"Honey! What's for breakfast?" Zayn's groggy, deep morning voice echoed throughout the house as he made his way into the kitchen.

"Pancakes my love," Harry replied playfully, "get some plates and cups."

"Let's watch the game." Zayn suggested as he made his way to the cupboards and pulled out two plates and cups. Harry mounted the pancakes onto the plates and Zayn poured orange juice into the glass cups.

"Game? What game?" Harry looked at Zayn in confusion and waited for a response.

"Football. Arsenals playing today, it's about to start." Zayn nodded his head in the direction of the living room and Harry followed behind him as they plopped down onto the tan leather couch.

"I've only watched a football game once." Harry put a forkful of pancakes into his mouth and moaned from how delicious the pancakes were.

"It's not a surprise." Zayn chuckled and turned on the telly and flicked through the channels until he found the sports channel. They both ate in silence and waited for the game to start.

"Erm, who's your favorite player?" Harry chugged down the rest of his orange juice and Zayn looked at him in amusement.

"You don't even know any of the players names do you?" Harry shook his head and laughed replying with a soft 'no'. "Tomlinson. Number twenty-eight. You'll see him."

"Tomlinson." Harry whispered to himself and looked up at the telly. He pulled out his phone and noticed it was almost one. Gemma got off work at two, "I actually should leave. I'm going out for lunch with my mum and Gem. I'll get a cab or something since you're watching the game." Harry pointed at the telly and grabbed his empty plate and cup.

"I'll just record the game. I'll watch it when I get back, I'll take you." Harry nodded as Zayn pressed the red button on the remote. They both got up and put their plates in the sink. They slipped on their shoes and were soon making their way down the driveway and getting into Zayn's car.

"You know," Zayn began as he backed out of the driveway, "Tomlinson's gay. He's also single and really hot."

"And?" Harry looked at him and Zayn shrugged and drove down the street making his way to Gemma's house.

"I'd totally date him."

"Do you like. . .have a crush on him or something?" Harry covered his mouth as he tried keeping in his laughs. Zayn shoved his shoulder and rolled his eyes.

"You would have a crush on him too if you saw what he looked like."

"Why do you think that?" Harry looked out the car window and back to Zayn.

"He's cute, hot, he has a big ass," Harry threw his head back as laughs slipped out of his mouth, "And he's fuckable."

"Woahhh," Harry laughed even harder and banged his hand on the window.

"You'd fuck him. I know you would. Fucker."

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"Hi, my name is Eric, I will be your waiter this evening. Would you like to start off with drinks?"

"We'll have the Blanc Château de Brézé Saumur." Harry looked up from the menu and smiled, the waiter returned the smile and eyed Harrys outfit. He had on black skinnies, a floral button up which happened to be half way undone, and his silver boots.

"For the three of you correct?" Eric looked at the three of them and smiled at Harry again.

"Yes and we would like to order right now if that's okay." Gemma smiled at him and looked back down at the menu. The waiter pulled out a notepad and waited patiently.