The next morning Zayn woke up happy, like he hadn't in years.
I bet everyone knows why. Right, because Harry slept with him, in the most innocent way of the term.And he was even more happy because Harry was still hugging him like his whole life depended on it.
Zayn found 'Sleepy Harry' beatiful. He found his face almost angelic, like he was in peace. His curls were hanging on his face in a messy way, making him look like he was a child. The only flaw in all of this was the he could not look into his beautiful emerald eyes, the eyes he fell in love with.
But as if Harry had heard his thoughts woke up, revealing his magnificent eyes.
"'Morning Zayn" he mumbled while yawning, with his raspy sexy morning voice.
Zayn smiled and kissed Harry's forehead.
"Good morning to you, Sleeping Beauty. Did you sleep well?"
"Yeah, thank you!" Harry said.
"For what? I didn't do anything special." Zayn asked curiously.
"Well if it wasn't for you I wouldn’t have slept. I know this may sound stupid, but that movie really scared me and I know that I sound like I'm a four years old child. Anyway you were there for me and I thank you for-" Zayn couldn't help but stop his rambling with pressing his lips against his. The kiss didn't last long, though, because Zayn realised that this probably wasn't what Harry wanted.
So he immediately pulled away and got up from the bed.
"Oh my God, Harry, I'm so so sorry. It shouldn’t have happened, but you... you were too cute for your own good and I couldn’t help but kiss you. Oh God I can't believe I've just said something like that in front of you. Anyway, It won't happen again if you don't want it, I promise." And with saying that he disappeared in the bathroom leaving Harry dumbfonded on the bed.
When he exited the bathroom Harry was still there, but he made sure not make eye contact with him.
So he went to the kitchen and started to cook breakfast for him and Harry hoping that things would not be akward like he imagined from now on.
He cooked some toasts and some eggs, nothing special, because he wasn’t the best cook ever.
When he finished cooking Harry appeared in the kitchen.
"What are you doing?" He asked him.
"Well, I cooked you breakfast. Isn't it obvious?" Zayn answered a bit unsure.
"Oh..."
"What's that? Aren't you hungry? If your are not, I will put this stuff away. It was stupid of me to not ask you if you wanted something or not. Sorry. " he lowered his glance.
Harry put a finger under his chin and raised his head to make Zayn look him in the eyes
"You don’t have to apolagise for anything. Thank you for everything, but I can't stay for breakfast. I have some things to do and I have to do them before I can do anything with you. Please understand me, it's not your fault. I'm so sorry, I have to go. I'll be back at some point, I promise. Bye Zayn."
And he left Zayn with a chaste kiss on the cheek.
While Zayn knew he had ruined everything again.
Hello again sorry for the long wait but during this summer I didn't have much time to update so here I am hoping that you didn't forget about this story.
I hope you like it!
So I want to inform you that it's the last chapter, so the second part of this chapter will be the last part of this story, no epilogues because I dont like them. Sorry if you feel this is going to be rushed but I feel that the story has to end this way.
BUT I'm cosidering they Idea of writing a sequel, but only if you really want it! And you have to be informed that it won't be in the near future, but in maybe I'll post it in the middle of the next month. If you want it comment and tell me what do you want to happen in it!
Anyway I habe to go byeee!
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