Brave || Zerrie AU

Survival

"I have come to the conclusion that you, Harry Styles, are the craziest person I have ever met." Perrie laughed, her eyes on the boy in front of her. Harry was attempting to juggle two oranges while making pancakes for breakfast. "Just make sure the pancakes don't get ruined."

Harry laughed, but never took his eyes off the pancakes that were in front of him. "Oh trust me, I know how much you love your pancakes." Seconds passed and Perrie could see that Harry was now struggling to juggle the oranges. "This is harder than it looks, Perrie!"

Perrie couldn't help but laugh as the oranges fell in front of Harry and he jumped back in surprise. "I told you!" She reached forward and grabbed a bite of Harry's fruit salad.

Harry flipped the pancake one last time and when he was finished he walked over to Perrie. "Hey now, this is my apartment and I get to decide how I cook my pancakes." He joked and set the pancake on Perrie's plate, his eyes never leaving hers.

"Yes, but I am the one who gets to judge your cooking."

Harry chuckled. "You love my cooking."

Perrie grabbed a fork from the counter and took a bite of the fresh pancake: the warm taste made her taste buds dance and she closed her eyes, savoring the flavor. "Oh my," She turned to Harry, a smile was already on his lips. "This is delicious!"

He crossed his arms and stood straighter while his smile grew, "Thank you, Captain Obvious."

Perrie reached for her napkin and aimed it at his face, but Harry moved before it hit his face. "And that is why we never let you play baseball." He joked, his eyes shined with mischief.

Perrie's mouth widen in shock as she stared at Harry. "I hate you!" She laughed and stood up.

Harry knew where this was going and he ran out of the kitchen before Perrie reached him. She may not have the best aim, but she was the fastest person Harry knew. She chased him through his entire apartment before Harry stopped to catch his breathe.

He leaned over with his hands on his knees, his breathe shallow. "I hate running."

Perrie chuckled and stood next to him. "We didn't even run for five minutes, Harry." She said, her voice was filled with mockery and Harry glared at her.

"I hate running." He simply repeated.

"I know." She said as she headed to the door. She turned around saw that Harry was now standing, but his face was still red. "I'll see you at five when you pick me up."

"Aw man, do we have to go?"

Perrie stared at her best friend and saw the fear in his eyes. With a gentle voice she said, "You are going to do great, Harry. This may be the first time you perform alone, but I will be there in the crown supporting you like you have supported me all these years."

Harry couldn't help, but run to where Perrie was by the door. He pulled her close and whispered in her ear. "Thank you for being my friend."

Perrie hugged him back without a thought and smiled. "I love you, Harry." Perrie couldn't stop the words from escaping her lips and her eyes widen in panic.

Harry pulled away and looked her in the eyes. Perrie expected some sort of emotion other than the one he was giving her now. Friendship.

"I love you too, Perrie."

In that moment Perrie realized the change between those words and how he used them in Paris. The way he said them wasn't how he had said them months ago or even the way Zayn said them. The way he said them only held love for a friend or maybe even a sister and Perrie was so glad of that because she knew that she couldn't see him as anything more than a friend.