I hate myself for loving you (zarry)

Chapter 7

The sun light comes through the window, making the whole room bright. Harry stirs in his sleep, slowly waking up. He had a sweet dream last night. He sits up, rubbing his tired eyes and looks at the clock, it's 9:30. He doesn't have school today, another blessing—Saturday.


He gets out of the bed, remembering that he needs to buy grocery today. He goes to the bathroom, brushes his teeth and rinses his mouth. After finishing his morning routine, he gets dressed in a floral printed shirt that he likes and tight jeans, but not as tight as he used to wear. He has gained weight due to pregnancy. Luckily, his morning sickness has finally subsided.


After getting dressed, he pulls his hair in a small bun. Hmm, he looks just like a princess. He smiles at himself in the mirror and then decides to make breakfast for himself and Zayn.


He walks into the kitchen, startled to see a girl there who's only wearing Zayn's T-shirt which is long enough to reach her mid-thighs.


The girl turns around and smirks at Harry, "Hi, you must be Harry, right?"


Oh, Harry knows this girl.


"Y-yes." Harry gives her a tight lipped smile. "And you must be Gigi, right?"


"Oh, you know me? Zayn must have been talking a lot about me then." She fake giggles.


'No, he doesn't. I just remembered you.' Harry wants to say, but instead he just awkwardly smiles at her, and walks towards the refrigerator. He opens it and takes the milk box out.


"Can I have a word with you?" Gigi asks.


"Yes." Harry looks at her with confusion.


"Stay away from Zayn." She spits.


"W-What?" What's she talking about? Now Harry is more than confused, like really, how can he stay away from Zayn? Zayn is his best friend for Christ's sake, not to mention, his child's father.


"You heard me. Stay away from Zayn. He is mine. I heard the rumors. You're the reason he broke up with his last girlfriend. Not that I'm complaining, I'm more than grateful to you for it. But Zayn is mine now, and I won't let you destroy our relationship." She folds her arms across her chest, and looks at Harry in a challenging way.


"I-"


"Gigi." Harry is interrupted by Zayn walking into the kitchen with his ruffled morning/sex hair and glorious, naked upper body. Zayn looks really hot in the morning. All Harry can do is stare.


"Oh, Harry you are up." Zayn smiles at Harry when he notices that he is in the kitchen too.


"Y-Yes." Harry quickly shifts his gaze to the milk box that is still in his hand, too afraid to be caught staring.


"Babe, did you make breakfast for me?"


Harry looks up and is about to answer, only to find that Zayn was talking to Gigi.


Harry feels a bitter pain in his heart when Zayn puts his hands on Gigi's waist and she leans on his chest, smirking at Harry.


It hurts to look at the love of his life, the father of his child, touching another person in front of him.


Harry averts his eyes and puts the milk box on the table. Then he clears his throat and says, "I am going to the grocery store. See you later."


"Have you had breakfast yet?" Zayn asks before Harry walks out.

"Umm, I'll grab something to eat outside."


"Okay." Zayn nods.


Before he leaves the kitchen, Harry turns around and points a finger at Zayn, "Do not, I repeat, do not fuck in my kitchen or living room."


Zayn put his hands up in surrender, "I won't."


Harry gives him a last warning look and walks out of the kitchen.


He grabs his keys and leaves the house.

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He stops by Starbucks to have some breakfast. He would have chosen to skip breakfast if he wasn't eating for two. He was used to starving himself a little, but he couldn't starve the baby now, could he?


After finishing breakfast, he gets back in the car and drives to the supermarket.


He strolls through the supermarket aisle with a basket full of groceries they needed. Now all he needs is a bottle of yogurt. He goes to the freezer section.


As he's looking for yogurt, he accidentally bumps into someone, but doesn't fall down. Fortunately, someone holds his hand and waist to keep him from falling.


"It's you again." The person who is holding Harry says in an amused tone.


Harry looks up to see the same guy who he bumped into a week ago at McDonald's.


"It's you!" Harry gasps, pulling away from the boy's hold. He suddenly feels shy under the blue eyed boy's intense stare.  "S-Sorry for bumping into you again."

"Nah, it's an honor to bump into a beauty like you." He winks at Harry, making him blush. "By the way, my name is Luke."


"H-Hi, Luke. I'm Harry." Harry smiles shyly.


"So, you live nearby?" Luke cocks his brow.


Harry nods. "Yes, actually, it's only ten minutes' drive here from my apartment."


"Me too. I live in an apartment near my college with my mate."


"Are you in NYC College too?" Harry eyes widen with excitement when Luke nods his head. "Why I haven't seen you before? I'm in my third year." Harry pouts cutely.


"Maybe because I'm in my first year." Luke chuckles, finding Harry's pout adorable.


"Oh! You're younger than me!" Harry gasps, and looks at Luke nervously when he realizes his words could be easily misunderstood. "I-I didn't mean that you look old, it's-it's just that I-I thought you're the same age as me-"


"It's okay curly, I understand." Luke smiles at him fondly. He finds this little, curly haired boy extremely endearing and interesting.


"I-umm, okay." Harry nods and averts his eyes to the freezer section. That's when he remembers why he came here—yogurt. He grabs a bottle of yogurt and puts it in the basket. He looks up at Luke and smiles politely at him, "It-It was nice to meet you. I should go now."


"How about I help you carry the groceries to your car and in return, you give me your phone number?"


"How about no?"


"Come on, we can be friends." Luke whines.

Harry giggles, "Okay, Lukey."


"Lukey, huh? I love this nickname." Luke winks making Harry blush again.

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Harry comes back to find that Zayn's mother, Trisha, in their apartment.


She gives Harry a warm hug and gently pulls him towards the living room while Zayn takes the grocery bags from Harry and goes to the kitchen.


He enters the living room with Trisha only to find that Gigi is here too and she is giving him a dirty look. Harry shrugs it off and pays attention to Trisha instead.


"How have you been? And how's the baby?" Trisha asks him eagerly, as soon as they sit down.


"We're fine." Harry smiles at her, "Oh, and this is the photo of the baby, it's for you." He takes out a picture from his wallet and gives it to Trisha. He has five pictures; one for himself, one for Zayn, and the remaining three for Anne, Gemma and Trisha.


"Oh, thank you Harry. I'm so touched." Trisha looks at the picture with tears in her eyes. "OMG, my grandchild looks so cute." She takes the picture and smiles tearfully at Harry, and Harry smiles back.


"Grandchild?" Gigi asks.


"Yes, this is Zayn's baby." Trisha smiles warmly at Harry.


Gigi gasps, and gives Harry another dirty look, full of hatred.


"Do you have a problem with that?" Trisha raises her brow at Gigi.


"N-No."


"Hmm, I thought so." Then Trisha turns towards Harry and smiles at him, "Stay put Harry, I need to have a word with Zayn."


Harry cocks his brow and watches Trisha walk towards the kitchen.


"You slutty whore!" Gigi spits at Harry once Trisha is out of earshot. "Don't ever think that you will have a chance with Zayn, even though you're pregnant with his child. He will never love you, he is mine."


Harry rolls his eyes, ignoring Gigi's bitchy words and takes his phone out,playing the newest game he just downloaded.


"Did you hear me, you slutty whore? I don't know what you did to get Zayn in your bed, but I bet that you seduced him and took advantage of him. I know he didn't enjoy it in the slightest. Just look at your ugly witch face, no one will ever want to sleep with you. You thought he would be all over you once you got pregnant his child? Well, no." Gigi chuckles bitterly.


That's it, Harry has had enough. He locks his phone screen and looks up.


"You know damn well that I'm not the slightest bit near ugly. You're just jealous because I am the one who is pregnant with his child, not you. And, I don't know whether he will be all over me or not because I, oh, so happen to be carrying his child. But he will never stop caring about me, that's for sure. He will stick with me through everything, no matter how hard you try to get him away from me. Let me guess, he talks about me all the time when you two hangout together, doesn't he? And for your information, that night he quite enjoyed being inside me." Harry smiles sweetly at Gigi and flips his hair sassily.


"You!" Gigi glares at Harry angrily, pointing a finger at him and stomping away to the front door. She slams the door shut, and walks out of the house.

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