Baby Got Moves // Larry Stylinson [NEVER FINISHED]

ten

Harry smiled as he made the pancake and tossed it on a plate, swinging his hips back and forth to the song blaring from the radio.

He took a brief moment to fixate his loose bun — taking his bottom lip between his pearly whites. This was the first time in a long time since he was up this early, because most days were spent sleeping in after he started working as a bar tender. 

Harry jumped up in shock as he heard three loud claps interrupt him from the food he was focused on, Zayn appearing out from the hallway. Dark circles were evident under his eyes, his brows coming together as he seen Harry.

"What are you doing?" he questioned with a confused tone, eyes darting over everything his friend had set up. The kitchen was an absolute mess, and it's not like Zayn really gave a damn, but he was not cleaning it up.

"I am cooking us breakfast," Harry replied confidently, "because I am a great best friend." and maybe he was trying to convince himself that, because there has been times where he's ignored Zayn for days over him wearing a real fur coat and the boy simply swearing at him. But, he was trying.

"You know you don't have to get up at the ass crack of dawn, yeah? I appreciate this and all, but H, lunch is good too."

Harry simply raised his shoulders, getting out a can of whip cream and poking his tongue out as he put it perfectly atop the stack of pancakes. He smiled at his work and gave himself a pat on the back, adding two little sliced strawberries.

Zayn was already sat at the table rubbing the sleep from his eyes when Harry placed the food in front of him with a large grin plastered to his face, a crater in each cheek that defined his smile and made it perfect.

"It's good," Zayn announced with a small smile after drenching the pancakes in syrup, taking a bite. "Thanks, H."

Harry nodded his head and sat down opposite of him, his own pancakes in hand. He drizzled some syrup — much less than Zayn has on his — and cut off his own piece, agreeing with a hum as he tasted his breakfast.

"So," Zayn began out of nowhere, omniscient look and Harry suddenly felt in trouble. His head ducked down as Zayn continued with a devilish smirk, "Why are you so... giddy this morning?"

Harry looked at Zayn with confusion, bottom lip popped out. "Am I not allowed to be happy without a particular reason?"

"No, it's not that," Zayn piped, head tilting as he examined his friend with further protest, "You met up with him, didn't you?"

Harry tried his best to seem bewildered, eyes blowing wide and mouth gaping open. "What? No."

Zayn took a moment to think, trying to decipher Harry was telling the truth or not. It was usually easy to tell, but right now Harry was sporting a clueless look. "You're lying."

"Why would it matter? Why do you wanna know? It isn't very important, anyways." Harry inquired and Zayn smirked, "stop looking at me like that."

"'Cause I like teasing you," Zayn stifled a laugh as Harry's features darkened. When Harry was mad, he looked more like a kitten than anything.

Harry cleared his throat, straightening his profile as he looked over Zayn with slight confidence he didn't really have. "I don't make fun of you for being with Liam, what I do in my own time is my business."