Finally Free

Chapter 4

♡ Perrie ♡

"Why so quiet, huh? Who hurt my baby's feelings? Awww I'll take care of it darling, don't you worry that pretty head of yours."

I watch from the backseat as Zayn keeps ruffling Harry's hair, rubbing his arm in mock worry as his voice stays teasing. Harry is visibly annoyed even though he tries to stay passive, hoping Zayn will leave him alone if he ignores him; the eyerolls and groans might be giving his real feelings away though.

"Mmmm" Zayn groans as he takes another spoonful of a yoghurt he found in the car. "This is great"

I can tell for sure Zayn knows Harry bought the yoghurt for himself and now he's feeding off on Harry's grumpiness by feasting on the yoghurt in an overdramatic manner.

When Harry picked us up behind Gigi's building (he apparently knows shortcuts and ways to escape paparazzi and how to avoid them as well), Zayn greeted him with a hair ruffle and a punch on the shoulder which made Harry groan in annoyance for the first time tonight.

I could tell Harry wasn't feeling good when Zayn literally yelled in his ear about how he missed him and he scrunched up his face like it hurt him.

I thought, he's still not over last night's hangover.

I know that Jade and Leigh-Anne were hungover this morning when they greeted the rest of us for breakfast that they were forced to attend, who knows how they even got back last night.

Whenever these three go out to bars it always ends up with a wild story to be told the next day. So I'm wondering what it is this time.

"What's this? You won't even talk to me? You cut your hair once and suddenly you're the shit; too mighty for the rest of us peasants, huh?"

Harry's eyes go to the rearview mirror to look at where I'm sitting buckled up with a seatbelt. For a moment I wonder why he's checking on me like a child, but then the car ubruptly comes to a stop and lurches us forward, making Zayn choke on a spoonfull of the yoghurt.

That brings out a loud laugh from me for the first time today, it's one of those laughs that just make your tummy hurt and you feel almost brand new after you calm down.

Whilst Zayn's busy coughing his lungs out I see Harry holding back a smirk in the rearview mirror.

After Zayn's coughing attack stops he keeps his eyes on the windshield but his voice directed at Harry.

"I just spat strawberry yoghurt all over your car." He says as if replaying the event in his mind to make sure that actually happened.

"Yes, moron. We can see you still need a bib. It's okay I'll buy one for you, sweetheart."

"I just choked on fucking yoghurt!" He emphasises and puts up his spoon as some kind of proof of what he's saying and sits there like he's expecting some kind of explanation from Harry.

Harry's lips quirk upwards as the car starts to move again. He looks so satisfied with himself at the moment, he looks like a boy that just won a FIFA game against his older brother.

I just know he won't let this incident live down any time soon.

Zayn turns his head to look at Harry, very dramatically may I add, and gives him a deathstare.