Celebrity crush (Zarry)

Chepter 2

Zayn was lazing around the house, alone. Liam was out on a sweet date with his girlfriend, Cheryl, while Louis and Niall had gone to a football match which was taking place in the nearby stadium. The two idiots are crazy football fans. Zayn could never understand what's so good about football. Among all the sports, Zayn's more into boxing.

He groaned, he was getting bored there. He grabbed his set of house keys and his phone, figuring that maybe he could go for a walk.

When he opened the front door, he was shocked to see the person he had been missing for three weeks standing across the street, trying to open the door of the house opposite Zayn's.

"Harry?"

Harry turned around. His face lit up with surprise when he saw Zayn. "Hi Zayn! I didn't know you lived here!"

"Well, I didn't know you lived here either." Zayn said, still in shock. He suddenly remembered that the house belonged to Rihanna until she moved out last month.

"I just moved in last week!" Harry replied with big smile, "My friends live ten minutes away from here. They asked me move here so that we can hangout more often. I saw this house on sale and thought why not?" He opened the door and wiggled his eyebrows, "Wanna have a good tea in my humble house?"

"Umm, s-sure."

Zayn followed Harry inside his house. It's the same design as theirs except there were boxes and packages still unpacked and scattered around the floor.

"Sorry for the mess." Harry said and handed Zayn a cup of tea before he sat down on the couch not far from where Zayn sat. "Nick was supposed to help me with this mess yesterday but he said he was busy. I don't know what he was busy with though." Harry shrugged and pouted, "He's lucky that I love him."

"Yes, he's the luckiest man in the world." Zayn said truthfully, sipping his tea. It tasted good, just the way he liked.

"I know right!" Harry grinned.

"I could help you." Zayn changed the topic and gestured to the boxes lying on the floor.

"Oh!" Harry shook his head frantically, "No, no, no! You're my guest. I can't let you do that."

"But I'm your friend." Zayn paused and then he asked in an unsure voice, "Right?"

He thought maybe he took things too fast. He and Harry had just met once before this and he had the audacity to think Harry, the famous rock star, his idol, would want to be friends with h-

"Of course we're friends, Zayn." Harry smiled and put his tea on the table. "But I can't let you do this work for me. You're my first guest in this house."

"Come on, I insist." Zayn put his tea on the table too. "Besides, we don't have anything to do right now. So why not?"

Harry hummed. Zayn did have a point.

"Fine." Harry sighed, "Let's do it!"

Zayn threw his fist in the air in victory and Harry laughed at his childishness.

"Oh god! I'm exhausted." Zayn panted and lied down in Harry's bed.

"Me tooooooo!" Harry whined, plopping beside Zayn.

"If only I knew you had so many boxes to unpack, I would have never volunteered." Zayn joked, reaching out to tickle Harry.

Harry giggled, thrashing around. "Stoopp! I'm t-tired, Zayn!"