Zarry - I can't lose you now (ON HOLD)

Chapter 6 - Home alone

‘You remember me Zayn?’ Harry asked, a smile spreading across his face as Zayn took his hand between both of his softly.

‘Of course I do Haz, I remember everything’ he replied, leaning in to kiss him.

Harry bit his lip, and leant in too, their lips meeting for the first time in almost seven weeks. Zayn’s hands snaked into Harry’s hair, getting lost in his mass of curls, whilst Harry’s hands held Zayn’s waist close, leaving no space between the two of them.

It had been hell not holding him like he was now, but he had him back, and that’s all that had mattered.

Zayn pulled from the kiss and grinned at Harry, his eyes sparkling mischievously.

‘Harry, I-’

Who lives in a pineapple under the sea?

SpongeBob Square Pants!

Harry awoke to the sweet sound of Louis turning the TV on to his favourite program, SpongeBob Square Pants. It blared loudly, enough to arouse Harry from his deep slumber. He groaned, he’d been enjoying that dream, he’d have rather of stayed there than back in reality.

‘Thanks Lou’ he mumbled to the older lad, turning over on the sofa, plunging his face into the pillow.

He tried to fall back to sleep, but his eyes had opened by now, and his brain was starting to function again.

He flipped over and faced Louis, who was sat opposite, smirking, flicking his eyes between him and the TV.

‘You could have waited until I woke up to turn it on!’ Harry whined, his eyelids heavy, but his body had no intention of letting him sleep again.

‘Well this isn’t your bedroom, so I had no need to be considerate’ he laughed, then stood. ‘See you after work, babycakes’

He ruffled Harry’s curls like he always did, ‘Bye Zayn!’ he shouted to the kitchen.

‘Bye! Um…’ he paused. He’d forgotten Louis’ name again, ‘Louis!’ he replied just in time as Louis shut the door behind him.

Liam and Niall had already left for work, they had to leave pretty early for their job, and Harry didn’t start work at the bakers down the road for another hour or so.

It was a pretty rubbish and unexciting job, but the pay was good and the people were lovely, always stopping for a chat, so it worked for him.

He knew Zayn was awake and he needed to talk to him before he left, give him something to do since Doctor Mills had insisted on him taking a few weeks of work until his memory returned, so it would his first day alone.

Harry pulled the covers over his head and closed his eyes. The TV had been turned off the house was now silent, thankfully, so maybe he could have a quick nap.

‘Harry?’ someone asked quietly, he could hear their feet padding lightly across the living room.

He pulled the covers from his head, groaning again. All he wanted was sleep, can’t even have that?!

‘I brought you some tea’ it was Zayn, obviously, who was stood next to the sofa Harry was on, holding Harry’s favourite mug in his hands, the stream floating from out of it.

He pulled himself into a sitting position, taking the mug carefully from Zayn’s hands. He sipped it, expecting it to taste awful. He was very specific about his tea, it had to have the exact right about of  sugar, one grain over and he hated it. The only people who could ever get it right were his Mum, Louis and Zayn.