Petite | Zarry

Chapter 2.

Again, his dimples were showing, Zayn just couldn't resist his charming personality and took his hand cautiously.

Harry stood up to help Zayn to get on his feet. "Thank you, sir...." he said quietly and looked to the ground. "You don't have to be this formal Zayn, you can call me Harry okay?" Harry said letting go of his hands.

Zayn looked up at him with those beautiful honey brown eyes. "Okay, Mr. Harry," he said and for a second Harry thought he would hear a soft giggle from Zayn, who was smiling a little.

Harry laid his hand on Zayn's lower back to guide him through the dark. After two or three minutes they reached a black Porsche Cayenne. Zayn's eyes went wide, he never saw such a car in real life. Okay maybe on the streets of London but not this close to him.

Harry opened the passenger door for Zayn. "Come get in." he smiled. Zayn looked at him and then at the open door. "Okay..." Zayn slowly made his way to the car and even slower he got in like he didn't want to break it or something.

Harry closed the door and got in himself. He looked at Zayn. Zayn let out a cute little yawn and let himself sink into the passenger seat. Harry smiled, this boy was just too cute. After a second of admiring Zayn, he started the engine. When he was out of the park he looked at Zayn to ask him where he lived but the small boy was asleep.

Zayn looked so cute in his sleep that Harry just couldn't wake him up. But what should he do now? He decided to take Zayn to his house and take him back to his mum's place, or whoever, in the morning.

He arrived home and got out of the car. He went to the other side of it and opened the passenger door. Zayn was still asleep and looked like an Angel. Harry carefully took Zayn out and held him in his arms like a baby. Zayn was so small and fragile that Harry was afraid he could break him if he holds him too right.

Zayn began to freeze and shivered a little bit. Harry went in quick, he didn't want Zayn to catch a cold. Using the lift he got up to the 8th floor. He got out with Zayn still in his arms and opened the door to his flat with one hand, he could hold Zayn with on arm if he pressed him to his chest.

Harry got straight to the bedroom and laid Zayn down on his large bed. Carefully to not wake Zayn he took off his clothes. Harry let out a soft chuckle, Zayn was wearing spiderman briefs. He tried to not look at the young boy's naked torso. Harry took a shirt from his closet and put it on Zayn. The shirt was more like a dress but that was okay he thought because it was just for one night.

Harry covered Zayn with the duvet and turned off the light. Then he went out of the room and opened the bathroom door. He brushed his teeth and took off his clothes except for his underpants. After he finished his daily evening routine, he went back to the bedroom and laid down beside Zayn. He didn't dare to touch him and turned his back at him.

Harry tried to fall asleep but he just couldn't. He turned around again and faced Zayn. Zayn had also turned in his sleep so Harry could see his pretty face. Harry smiled, Zayn was so pretty and extremely cute. His long eyelashes touched his cheeks and his mouth was a little bit open to let soft snores escape his pouty lips.

Harry yawned and closed his eyes.