Celebrity crush (Zarry)

Chapter 10

Zayn woke up from the sound of someone snoring. He opened his eyes and found himself spooning Harry. He couldn't help but let a little smile emerge on his face. He hoped they could be like that and not only because Harry was heartbroken. He hoped he could wake up beside Harry just because they were...together.

He slowly sat up and looked down at Harry. Harry looked so soft and delicate when he was asleep, little snores flooding out of his pink lips. Zayn leaned down and placed a kiss on his forehead, lingering a bit too long than he intended to.

He pulled away when he saw Harry stirring but still Harry hadn't woken up, and Zayn was not sure if he should wake him or not. He figured he could order them breakfast before waking Harry up. He got out of the bed and walked to the living room to make a call and gave his band mates a text.

When he came back to the room, he found Harry sobbing in the bed.

"Harry, what's wrong?" Zayn rushed to the bed and cuddled him.

Harry cried loudly and clenched Zayn's clothes tightly. Zayn was heartbroken to see Harry in such a state. Harry used to have a bubbly personality and he always had a smile on his face. He was a happy angel, always full of energy and positive things, not like this. Sadness and tears didn't suit him. Harry should be cherished, he should be treated like a queen because in Zayn's eyes, he was a treasure.

The worst part was that Zayn didn't know how to comfort him and he hated it. He felt so useless and dumb. Why couldn't he be funny and witty like Louis? Maybe then he could cheer Harry up a little bit. Or, he could be like Liam, who knew how to comfort people due to his natural caring self. Or, maybe have Niall's positive energy, always knowing how to bring a smile to people's faces. But he is none of that. He is just...him, Zayn. He didn't know what to do in these kind of situations. All he could do was offer his shoulder for the one he loved to cry on.

"H-He called." Harry sniffled and Zayn immediately knew who Harry was talking about. "H-He said he was d-drunk a-and didn't do anything else."

Zayn frowned and whispered unsurely, "D-Do you believe him?"

Harry shook his head frantically, "No, h-he is lying. I know it!" And, he cried harder than before while chanting 'liar' under his breath.

Zayn held him tightly and rubbed his back. When Harry finally calmed down, Zayn swallowed the lump in his throat. He needed to tell Harry, it was now or never.

"Harry..." He said softly, catching Harry's attention. "I-I need to tell you something."

Harry hummed and looked up at Zayn as he wiped his tears away.

"I, umm, I saw Nick kissing that boy a few months ago." Zayn admitted shamefully. "I was going to tell you but, but, we were just getting to know each other and I didn't know if you would believe me or not back at that time. I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner. I'm a shitty friend."

Harry bit his lips and looked down at his fingers that were playing with Zayn's shirt button.

Zayn felt his heart sinking when Harry didn't say anything. Fuck, he should have told Harry sooner! Now Harry was going to hate him and he wouldn't want to talk to him again.

"I'm sorry." Zayn murmured sadly and swallowed the lump that had formed in his throat. If Harry decided that he didn't want to talk to him anymore, what would he do? Zayn would be a disaster, no doubt. He felt like crying too. He blinked his eyes quickly to stop the tears from falling down.

Harry looked up at Zayn and shook his head with furrowed eyebrows. "No, you don't need to apologize to me, Zee. You're right. I would not have believed you if you had told me before. I was so in love with him and I still am. It just hurts a lot knowing that he was cheating on me all these times."

"You still love him?" Zayn frowned.

"Y-Yes." Harry looked away, his eyes filled with sorrow as he smiled weakly. "It's not easy to stop loving someone you have given your unconditional love to just over a night, you know. No, I won't go back to him, he's a cheater. And, yes, I'll move on." He paused and blinked away the newly formed tears before he whispered,"...but I don't know when."

"No matter what, I'll be there for you. You'll never be alone, I'll be with you from dusk till dawn." Zayn blurted out.

Harry suddenly giggled softly, "Did you seriously use your song's lyrics?"

Zayn blushed but couldn't help but smile too when he realized he just made Harry giggle.

The doorbell rang, interrupting them.

"It must be the breakfast." Zayn said and walked to the door.

He brought the food to the bed, but Harry pouted and said he didn't want it.

Zayn sighed and put the tray of food aside. He looked at Harry with a serious face as he spoke sternly, "No, Harry! You have to have breakfast. It's not healthy or right to punish yourself because of someone who is not worthy of your love. What about the ones who love you? What about me? Your friends and family?"

Harry flinched, he had never seen Zayn get mad and Zayn had never talked to him like that. It kinda makes him nervous if you ask him. "B-But I've lost my appetite." He stuttered.

"No excuses." Zayn scolded, "Don't make me spank you, lil boy."

Okay, that was it. He was older than Zayn and Zayn called him lil boy? That was insane. Harry wanted to point it out and remind Zayn who was the little one there but, well, he didn't have the guts to talk back to him since Zayn was staring at him harshly. He bit his bottom lip and swallowed his thought.

When Zayn turned to gather the breakfast, Harry pouted and whispered, "You're not my dad."

"I heard that." Zayn said.

Harry stuck his tongue out and made a funny face when Zayn wasn't looking.

Okay, Harry decided that he'd let it slip this time. It's not like Harry was afraid of Zayn or something, definitely not. He was four years older than Zayn, so why would he be afraid him? Ha, that was funny. So, yeah, he definitely was not afraid of Zayn. And, he had every right to refuse to have breakfast since he was going through a HEARTBREAK, okay? 'Zayn's lucky he has a pretty face' Harry thought.

"Harry?"

"Yes?"

"What are you doing?"

"Removing the carrots." Harry shrugged as if it's the most obvious things in the world.

"You know carrots are good for your health, right?" Zayn said as if he was talking to a five year old.

"But I don't..." he looked up and saw Zayn raised his eyebrows at him. Harry pursed his lips as he stopped putting the carrots out of his plate.

Okay, it's for your health, Harry. Carrots are not that bad, right? Right. Harry grimaced as he took a bite of the carrot. Why were carrots good for your health when they tasted like that?

"Can I have ice-cream? Like tons of ice cream." After the breakfast, Harry asked hopefully. And before Zayn could say anything, he held his hand up. "No, you're not gonna refuse me. I'm the heartbroken one here! I deserve a cuddle and tons of ice cream while watching my favorite movie! I deserve to be treated like a queen." Harry hissed at Zayn and crossed his arms like a grumpy little kitten.

"More like a princess." Zayn whispered.

"What did you say?" Harry titled his head, confused.

"I said I'm gonna text Paul and ask him to bring you ice-cream." Zayn gave him a small smile and took out his phone to text Paul.

And, the day went by with them cuddled up in the couch, watching Harry's favorite movie while eating lots of ice-cream just like Harry demanded. If Harry cried into Zayn's chest throughout the entire movie, whining why he didn't get a happy ending like in the movie, let him be, because he was heartbroken!

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