Petite | Zarry

Chapter 3.

Harry must have fallen asleep because when he opened his eyes again, a little bit morning sun was shining through the curtains. He looked at the alarm clock. It was six forty o'clock in the morning. Then he looked at Zayn, which was still asleep. Harry quietly made his way out of the bed and grabbed a pair of sweatpants.

He went to the kitchen to make breakfast. Believe it or not but Harry could cook pretty good. Harry took two plates out of the cupboard and put them on the table while waiting for the dish to be ready.

Slowly Zayn woke up and rubbed his eyes. He blinked a few times and looked around him. He was in a modern bedroom which looked expensive. The walls were white and a big black wardrobe was on his left. Where was he? He stood up and looked down at himself. Who took off his clothes and put a big white shirt on him?

He made his way to the door and opened it as quietly as he could. The smell of fresh fried eggs and bacon came into his nose and he realized how hungry he was when his stomach grumbled.

Zayn heard somebody whistle a nice melody and he smiled. He felt safe even though he didn't know where he was and how he came here. The atmosphere was just so soothing.

He slowly followed the smell of the fresh breakfast. As Zayn looked around a corner he could see a shirtless man putting eggs and
bacon on two plates. The man had a big butterfly and two birds tattooed on his torso and as Zayn could see there were also two fern leaves which disappeared in his sweat pants.

The man was Mr. Harry. Mr. Harry was a very hot man Zayn thought not realizing that he was looking all dreamy while watching him.

Harry looked up and catched Zayn staring at his body. Zayn almost had saliva dripping out his mouth. Harry grinned, then smiled. "Good morning Zayn," he said walking towards the corner where Zayn stood.

He looked down at him showing his dimples. Zayn looked up and blushed. "Good morning Mr. Harry..." he said in a small voice. "Are you hungry?" Harry asked and Zayn nodded following him to the table.

"Do you want something to drink?" Harry asked Zayn. He nodded again. "Do you have chocolate milk?" Zayn asked shyly. "Sure. Do you want some?" he went to the fridge and opened it.  "Yes, please," Zayn said. Harry took out the chocolate milk and got a pink cup were "Good morning Princess!" was written on it.

He put the milk inside and shoved it over to Zayn. "Here you go." he smiled. "I hope you don't mind the pink, my sister gave it to me as a joke." he grinned slightly. "I actually like pink a lot," Zayn said blushing harder this time. Harry smiled, Zayn's so adorable he thought.

When the cup was empty Zayn held it out to Harry. "More?" Zayn asked with big round puppy eyes. Harry chuckled softly. "Of course Zayn." he filled up his cup again and gave it back to Zayn. "Thank you, Mr. Harry," Zayn said, then sipped lightly and looked at Harry.

After both of them had finished their breakfast Harry got up and took their plates to the sink. Zayn stood by the table still not wearing any more than Harry's shirt and his underwear. Zayn looked around Harry's flat. Everything looked so expensive and exclusive like it was designed just for him.

Harry opened the fridge and put the eggs and the bacon back inside. Zayn caught a glimpse into the fridge and his eyes went wide Harry had caviar and some other exotic looking things in it.

"Mr. Harry, I think you have too much money," Zayn said and in the same moment, he wanted to hit himself with a truck. Why did he say that? Was he crazy, he didn't even know that man!

Harry slowly turned his gaze at Zayn. His sight was stern. Nobody ever dared to talk to him like that. "Are you being cheeky little one, yea?" Harry came closer and looked down at Zayn. He'd really like to put Zayn over his knee and teach him some manners.

"N-no, I'm sorry sir" Zayn lowered his head to show his respect, he was kinda scared of him but also felt good because Harry stood right in front of him, he had some special charisma which made Zayn's head spin.