Petite | Zarry

Chapter 5.

Harry parked his car in front of a small detached house. "Thank you for everything, Mr. Harry," Zayn said wanting to get out. "Wait," Harry said and grabbed Zayn's arm. "I'm coming with you, I want to talk to your mom, are you okay with that?" Harry asked letting go of Zayn's arm. Zayn nodded "Yes of course."

Both of them got out and made their way to the front door. Zayn fumbled a key out of his pocket an unlocked the door. Zayn got in and looked at Harry. "Please come in Mr. Harry" Harry did what Zayn told him and closed the door behind them. 

"Bubbles? Is that you?" Harry heard a soft feminine voice shout. Zayn blushed hard.
"That's so embarrassing omg help me!" Zayn thought, almost dying. "Yeh Mommey I'm home!" Zayn shouted back. Harry grinned slightly, the way Zayn talked was so cute.

A pretty middle-aged woman came to them, when she saw Harry her brown eyes went big. Now Harry knew who Zayn got his eyes from. She looked at her son. "Who's this man, Zayn?" she asked in bewilderment. "That's Mr. Harry," Zayn said proudly smiling.

Harry held out his hand to Zayn's mum smiling. "Hello, my name is Harry Styles," Harry said. Zayn's mum took his hand and shook it. "Trisha Malik, Zayn's mum" she smiled back. "I'd like to talk with you," he said looking at Trisha. "of course, let's go to the living room," she said pointing in one direction.

"Zayn go to your room, please." Trisha commanded. "But Mommy I don't want to!" Zayn whined. "Zayn, be a good boy and listen to your mum, will you?!" Harry said giving Zayn a stern look. "Okay..." Zayn lowered his head and slowly went to his room.

Trisha looked at Harry, she was surprised how well Zayn could behave. "How do you do that," she asked him. Harry smiled and shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know"

They went to the living room and sat down on the couch. "What do you wanted to talk with me about Mr. Styles?" Trisha asked. "Well, first of all, please call me just Harry. And second is, yesterday I went out jogging in the evening. I had to save your son, he almost got raped."

Trisha gasped really loudly. "What?! How could that happen? I thought he stayed the night with Niall?" she said very worriedly. "Well I don't know how that could happen but I took him home with me because he fell asleep before I could ask him about your address. I hope it's okay that I let him sleep in my bed last night?" Harry asked. "Well, of course, it's okay as long as he is happy and healthy," Trisha answered.

"So...is Niall Zayn's boyfriend?" Harry asked a little scared that he might not like the answer he'll get. Trisha laughed "No! They've been best friends ever since kindergarten" Harry sighed in relieve, he didn't even know he was holding his breath. "that's nice to have a friend like this" Harry determined smiling.

Harry kept talking while Trisha frowned "I still have to pay the water bills, then maybe I shouldn't buy the new sink now...perhaps next month -But I think we would need it now...oh how shall I manage all this?" she asked herself worried. Harry saw her facial expression. "Is there something wrong Trisha?" he asked tenderly. She looked in the young man's face trying to fake a smile.

"No, it's all right," she said. "I don't believe you, tell me if you want maybe I can help you..." Harry said smiling encouragingly at her. "Well I lost my job a few days ago, I didn't tell Zayn because I don't want him to worry but I can't pay the bills this month... And now I'm scared what if I won't find a new job. I mean look at me I'm pretty old now and a single mom who would want to employ someone like me?" she said and Harry could hear the bitterness and sadness in her voice. "I could be something like a babysitter for Zayn if that would help you, then you wouldn't have to worry about him for a few days and search for a new job. And by the way, you aren't old! I think you look pretty good though." Harry said to cheer her up but really she was a beautiful woman, just like her son was an excessive pretty boy.

"That would be wonderful thank you Harry!" she said happily smiling. Harry smiled too. He took out one of his business cards and scribbled his personal phone number on the back. "Here" he gave it to Trisha "you can call me whenever you need help, even if it's two o'clock in the morning." He smiled. "Thank you," Trisha said again not sure if she dreamed this.

Harry looked at his clock. His eyes went big. "Oh shit! I'm late for my meeting!" Harry jumped up. "Goodbye Trisha, have a nice day!" he shouted going to the front door. In the same moment Harry opened the door, Zayn came out of his room seeing Harry leaving. "Wait" Zayn said, looking at the tall man's back. Harry turned around. "Yes?"

"Bye Mr. Harry" Zayn said smiling. Harry couldn't do anything else but smiled too. "Bye Zayn," he said and with these words, he left house.