Harry's POV
When I wake up I am pressed against Zayn's chest.
"Good morning." I yawn, when I realise he is awake.
"Hi, what do you want for breakfast?" Zayn said.
"Do you have anything other than meat?"
"I had Liam and Niall go get me real food for you. I would go myself, but I have not been in town since i was like seven. That and everyone thought I was kidnapped. " Zayn explains.
"Everyone think you are dead now." I say cautiously.
"Yeah, I will probably never go into town again. I don't want to be bombarded with questions."
"Ok, well what food did your friends get, I am hungry."
"I don't know, go check the cabinets." He tells me.
I get out of bed and walk into the kitchen and start raiding the cabnets. He has cereal, salad, some poptarts, and a bag of apples.
Ok, apples it is.
I walk into the living room, and eat my apple. Zayn walks in dressed in his outfit for the day.
"Oh, shit!" I say.
"What?"
"I don't have any clothes or anything with me. I am going to have to go back to my house, and get my stuff. I don't even know if my parents are there." I panic.
"If you are really that worried about it, I guess I could go with you." Zayn hesitates.
"I don't want you to go into public because of me. I can handle them. I think." I mumble he last part.
"I'll go with you."
"If you say so. If you have to leave, then go for it." I tell him.
We start the walk to my house and when I see that my parents cars aren't in the drive way, I am slightly nervous that they will walk in on Zayn and me packing my stuff.
We run in and start putting everything we can into bags. I hear a car dor shut and fear instantly fills me.
"Did you hear that?" I whisper to Zayn.
He nods, "Is it your step-dad?"
I look out the window and notice that it is infact my step-dad. I nod back to Zayn,
"He shouldn't come in here., so if we just wait until they go to bed. When they go to bed we an just grab the bags we can carry amd go." He nods.
"He is walking up the stairs, what do we do?"
"We go hide in my closet." My closet is not that big, and is actually quite small. We sit there and wait, and wait, and wait.
We hear my step-father go downsairs.
"What time do you think it is?" Zayn says in a barely audible whisper.
"Around five, my mom will be home soon and then they will go out to eat. Or they will stay home and go to bed in about three hours." I say just as quiet.
He nods his head and we sit there and whisper about pointless things.
"Now would be a great time to talk about that kiss he other day." Zayn said.
"Yeah, I really like you." I say, looking down away from him.
Zayn's POV
He likes me.
He really likes me.
Do I tell him that I like him too?
No,you have to keep up the act. Remember no feeling attatched.
Fuck it.
"I really like you too." I say extremely hesitant.
He kisses me and I don't hesitte to kiss back.
"Will you be my boyfriend?" I ask carefully.
He nods his head,
Slam!
"Ok, I think he left."
Slam!
"Maybe not." Harry decides.
"We have to leave. I mean we can't stay in the closet forever." I say, "Again, you only got out of it like two days ago."
"HaHa," He says under amused, "We can't leave through the front."
"Let's jump out the window."
"Are you insane!"
"No, I can jump out first, then you throw the bags you absoloutly can't live without, and then you jump and I'll catch you." I explain.
"Ok," He sighs, "Just make sure you catch me."
"I will."
I jumps out the window, and then he throw my four most important bags. And then it is his turn to jump out the window.
He jumps, and I catch him. Just like I said I would.
"We have to go!" He yell and picked up two bags, I pick up the other two and we start running back to my house.
When we get there, we unpack all of his stuff and now it is 8pm and I am more tired than I have ever been in my life.
"Want to go to bed?" I ask.
"Sure," He replies as we walk to the bedroom.
Well I answered my own question.
It's our bed.
