Humility (Zarry A.U)

Chapter 6

Chapter 6

*Author's P.O.V*

Zayn wakes up the next morning to the sun shining into the room. He covers his eyes as he rolls over with a quiet yawn. He sits up in bed to stretch out his body. He then wipes at his eyes to get the eye boogers out. He then gets out of bed and goes to the bathroom. His showers end within fifteen minutes, then go to get dressed. He can hear so much commotion going on outside of his room. It makes him dress a little faster to see what is going on. He comes out of his room once he is finished. The moment he steps out, he sees servants hustling pass him with their hands filled with different things.

"Ah. Good morning, Zayn." Harry greets once he comes up the stairs with a big smile on his face.

The surroundings suddenly go black, with the king only being seen through hazel eyes. The pink suit with diamonds lining the sems has his throat running dry and his hands clenching. It's like the outfit is taunting him about his crush. He can just tell by the way the suit hugs his ass and winks at him in victory. The crown on his head forces his curls in his face, making him look so adorable. This look could give anyone a stroke. The admiration doesn't last for long since Zayn is pulling down the stairs by him. He tries not to trip over his own feet and make a fool of himself.

"Where are we going?" Zayn questions, looking down at their connected hands.

"We're going to have breakfast in the garden and discuss the things to come." Harry replies, then stepping through the back door.

They step onto the patio before making their way into the garden. Birds fly over them while squirrels chase each other near their feet. They take a seat at the nicely decorated table with Zayn trying not to freak out as he notices a little bit of chest since the two buttons at the top are undone. He forces his eyes to stare at the food that is covered with a silver cover top. Harry removes the trays to reveal neatly sliced fruit and two bowels filled with rice, scrambled eggs, slice avocado, steamed broccoli, and slice sausages The smell travels to their nose, and that gets their stomach to growl.

"Today is the day you get to train our men." Harry says excitedly as he claps his hands.

"My kin-sorry. Harry, I'm honored you put me in charge of them, but I don't know a thing about training people to fight." Zayn explains, watching the young king pick up a kiwi and eat it.

"Zayn, I used to watch you watch the fallen guards train all the time. I know you got this, and I know you are fit under all that clothing." Harry reassures before he starts to eat from his bowel.

"You saw me?" Zayn asks and mentally coos when he sees him look up at him with his cheeks filled with food.

"If it makes you feel any better, I started watching them too because of you so I can help you with the replacements whenever you want." Harry answers, then wrap his lips around a strawberry.

Zayn then starts to think about it. If he helps him, he will see him sweaty and shirtless. He'll get to see his muscles on full display. Though Harry and him have been friends for a long time, he's never really seen him shirtless or naked, for that matter. His mind does drift to other things. Sexual things, to be exact. The thought of seeing him completely naked underneath him, begging to be touched. He starts to come up with how he might sound when he is filled with so much pleasure. Before his mind could go even deeper, he shifted his focus back to reality. There was no time for him to be thinking about things that would never happen.

"Are you okay?" Zayn questions once he realizes that the younger male is really happy.

"Yes, I'm fine." Harry lies then, taking a sip of his water, noticeably not making eye contact. 

"Harry, your parents died not even twenty-four hours ago. It's okay to not be alright. It's just you and me." Zayn reminds him, and that gets the young king to break.

"I'm not fine. I miss them so much, Zayn. They were supposed to be here to watch me get married and have children. I should have been a better son to them. I don't know how to take care of this kingdom when I can barely take care of myself. This kingdom is going to fall because of me." Harry confesses before dropping his head into his hands.

"Hey, everything is going to be okay. I am sure that they were very proud of you and are watching down on you, guiding you. I can help you with this kingdom just like you have helped me my entire life." Zayn responds as he reaches his hand out and places it against his shoulder, the texture reminding him that he's poor as hell.

"Thanks for saying that. Thanks for everything that you will do and have done for me." Harry says, lifting his head up to reveal that he did have a few tears.

"No problem. I had your back this long, and I don't plan on that changing." Zayn replies, using his napkin to wipe away his tears.

"Now, can you please eat. I, with the help from a sweet maid, made this for us and want to know what you think." Harry explains, taking the napkin and then pointing at the untouched bowel.

"Oh, so sorry, mother. I'll get right to it." Zayn teases while doing a small bow.

"It's King to you, peasant." Harry jokes as he gives him a fake offended look.

Zayn shakes his head with a laugh before he picks up his fork and starts to eat. Other than the fact that the broccoli could have been cooked a little longer and it needed a bit of salt, it was good overall. It's his first time actually making something so he's not going to be a dickhead about it. He's never had anything as fancy as this so he doesn't care. He smiles at him to indicate that it is good and Harry smiles back just as big. They use this time to enjoy the sound of nature around them. Today and the upcoming days are definitely going to be busy for the both of them. They finish up their food after a while before a maid comes over to take their bowels and plates. They stand from their chairs then slowly make their way to the training grounds.

"When you were asleep, I took some servants and added them to guard position so you now have thirty five." Harry informs as he motions his hand to the guards that quickly bow.

"I think I'm going to be sick." Zayn mumbles before feeling a hand squeeze his shoulder gently.

"I'll be right here watching you. Whatever you need, just wave me over." Harry reassures then kisses his cheek before going to take a seat."You'll do splendid."

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