Petite | Zarry

Chapter 4.

"Get dressed Zayn, we don't want you to catch a cold. Do we? Oh and I washed your clothes because they were really dirty," Harry said and pointed to the bedroom door.

Zayn nodded "Okay...Thank you for washing them for me" He slowly went in and changed. When he came out again Harry already waited for him to get ready. "Go to the living room and wait for me, all right?" Harry said. Zayn nodded again and did what he was told. He wanted to be a good boy now, he wanted Harry to like him. He didn't even know why.

After a few minutes of waiting and playing with his sleeve, Zayn heard the bedroom door open and a perfectly styled Harry came out. He went to a big mirror in the hallway and fixed his tie.
Again, Zayn stared at Harry. He was so hot in this dark blue suit. But Zayn was confused, why would Harry wear something like that on a Saturday?

Carefully Zayn went to the mirror too and looked at Harry through it. "Why are you wearing a suit?" Harry could hear the insecurity in Zayn's voice. "Because I have to work today" Harry answered in a soft tone. "What are you working?" Zayn asked interested.

"I own a trading company, that means I'm the boss and can work whenever I want. And before you ask. Yes, I'm bored, I don't have a lover to spend time with so I'm kinda feeling alone sometimes at home." Harry sighed. "And to come back to your comment about my money, I wouldn't have that much if I weren't alone and had someone to spoil, don't you think so?" he laughed a little and fixed Zayn's hair.

The only thing that Zayn could force to leave his mouth was a silent "mhm", he was completely focused on Harry's touch. It felt good to have his hands on him, he liked  how Harry shoved his hair to the side and ran his fingers through it. 

"What do you want to become when you're older?" Harry asked him tenderly, still playing with his hair. "I-I'm not sure yet...and I mean I'm sixteen years old...all my friends already know what they want to be when they're grown up..." his eyes looked heavy with sadness and disappointment. "It's okay Zayn, you still got time just stop searching for something that hard and it'll show by itself when the time's ready." he smiled.

Zayn opened his eyes and looked up at Harry. "You know, when I was younger I always wanted to become a princess," Zayn said shy, not sure what Harry's reaction could be. "but everyone always told me I couldn't become a princess 'cause I'm a boy... They told me I should become a knight but I wanted to be a princess!" Zayn's eyes became watery, he was still upset about what happened when he was 6 years old.

Harry hugged Zayn gently. "It's okay" he cooed and caressed his head with his palm. "I think you would be a great princess." He smiled and held Zayn tightly in his arms. Zayn sniffled and buried his face deeper in Harry's chest. "Thank you...and thank you for saving me...you're my hero Mr. Harry" Zayn looked up and smiled cutely at him.

Harry looked Zayn in the eyes, he had gorgeous ones, brown with a golden touch which reminded him of honey. Zayn also had a cute little eye freckle, it made him kind of special, Harry thought.

"I should take you home now. Your mom is already worried, don't you think so?" Harry said and smiled slightly secretly not wanting to let him go. Zayn just nodded feeling the same way. Zayn stepped back and looked up at Harry.

"Let's go," Harry said. They went to Harry's car and Harry held the car door open for Zayn. Zayn got in, feeling slightly flattered.

"So, what's your address?" Harry asked the young boy. Zayn told him and Harry nodded, starting the engine. The car ride was silent, Zayn just stared out of the window feeling kinda sick in his tummy because he wasn't sure if he could see Harry ever again after he brought him home.