Petite | Zarry

Chapter 17.

After a while of laying there with a sleeping Zayn in his arms, Harry carefully took his phone from the nightstand. He moved as little as he could because he didn't want to wake the sleeping beauty. He unlocked his phone and checked his mails. There were a few job applications, some meeting requests and plenty other irrelevant stuff.

He yawned. 'Zayns tiredness must have rubbed off on me' he thought with a smile on his face. He kept scrolling through his mails when suddenly an outstanding one almost made him jump. His grin froze and his sleepiness vanished. It was an invitation to some kind of event, well it was more like an enormous meeting. The only reason they probably called it an 'event' was because you could bring somebody and there would be a buffet even though the men and women would only talk about their companies and all their contracts with each other. So basically it was just a big and fancy meeting.

But the reason why the invitation shocked Harry that much wasn't because he had to go there, it wasn't the first time he got invited, so he didn't have any problem with that. It shocked him because was the event was tonight!

Harry let go of Zayn, sat up and looked at the clock. He sighed in relive when he realized that there was still enough time to get ready. He had to be there at seven pm and it was only half-past two.

He looked back down at Zayn who was still sleeping like an angel. Harry smiled but his smile faded once again as he realized that he had to take Zayn with him. He knew that he couldn't let Zayn stay home alone. Harry was afraid Zayn would get another panic attack or something worse happens.

He knew he had to take the small boy with him even though the event was no place where Harry wanted Zayn to be.

The second thing he knew was that he had to wake the raven-haired boy but he was sleeping so heavenly that Harry just couldn't get himself to do it. He decided to first get the stuff he needed and then he would wake Zayn. Harry got up and left the bedroom to get ready.

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The bedroom was almost completely dark except for the silvery light of the full moon which shone through the large windows.
Zayn sat up and looked around. He was in Harry's bedroom but he could sense that there was something odd, he just couldn't get what seemed wrong to him.

Just as Zayn tried to get up the door suddenly opened and the frame of a tall man entered the room, somehow Zayn couldn't see his face but he guessed that it was due to the little light in the room.

As the man got closer to the bed Zayn knew that it was Harry. It was the elegant, yet dominant masculine way he moved which gave it away so easily. Zayn bit his lip a little.

He didn't know what exactly it was but Harry made his whole body tingle. He made him want to get on his knees and submit to him in every possible way. There were so many strong feelings he felt towards the tall man it scared him a little. But not only his feelings scared him, Harry somehow scared him too. He was just so much... So much of everything...Zayn couldn't find the right words to describe him.

"Baby..." Harry purred, his deep voice sending shivers down Zayn's spine. He felt his face heat up and he began to stutter. "I...H-harry wha-" he didn't get to finish his sentence because he felt Harry's strong hands pushing him back down on to the mattress.

Before Zayn could realise what was happening Harry was on top of him. With one of his big hands, he pinned his wrists to the sheets right above his head. "What are you doing?" the raven-haired boy asked. He felt like he was in a thick haze which blurred his vision. "Don't talk babe" Harry said and put his face into the nape of Zayn's neck. Zayn didn't really know nor did he feel what Harry was doing but it aroused him so much. A little whine escaped his parted lips.

"Zayn..." he heard Harry say. It was soft and sounded like his head was underwater. He didn't really pay much attention to it. Once again he heard his name being said by that deep raspy voice. "Zayn" This time it sounded more like a call and he felt something press against his shoulder. "Zayn, come on. Wake up"

Zayn opened his eyes. The room wasn't dark like he expected it to be. No, it was filled with the bright noon sunlight. The first thing he saw was Harry's face. He was wearing a soft expression and smiled at him. "Oh nice, you're awake" he stated and let go of the smaller boy's shoulder.

"So...was that just a dream?" he asked himself. "What do you mean?" Harry asked, concern in his voice. "I uh... Nevermind" Zayn blushed a little as he thought about his dream. Harry just nodded. "Did you have a nightmare?" he asked.

"N-no? Why are you asking?" Zayn said worried about what he might have done. "Well, you squirmed and kicked the sheets. And you looked kind of scared. Like something bad happened." he explained. A silent "Oh" was heard from the small boy.

"I have to go to some kind of meeting tonight and I'd like to take you with me so you won't be alone," Harry stated and looked Zayn in the eyes. "Okay..." he answered and shyly turned his gaze at his hands.

"Good, so I think in this case we have to get you something proper to wear, don't you think so?" The curly-haired man said. He assumed that Zayn didn't really have anything in his wardrobe that would "fit the theme" properly.

Zayn lifted his head and suddenly seemed to be a little more awake then he was the minute before. "You mean like buying something new?" he asked with a little excitement lingering in his voice. Harry nodded yes.

Zayn got up and Harry left the room so Zayn could get dressed. As Zayn was ready he went into the wide, open kitchen and living room area of the penthouse. "Are you good to go?" Harry asked. Zayn nodded. "Yes, Mr Harry," he said. Just a few minutes ago he realized that he somehow had stopped calling him Mr and he figured that it would be more fittingly if he would start again. Not only due to their age difference but also to show his respect.

Harry raised an eyebrow. He didn't think Zayn would start calling him Mr again but well he couldn't say that he was mad about it.

"Okay then, let's get going," Harry said. He and Zayn took the lift to get to the garage which was on the lowest floor of the building.

Hi guys, so I know it's been a really long time since I last updated this story and I'm not even sure if anyone would still want to read this book. Like, I myself wouldn't read it...

But to those who are still reading my story: thanks a lot! I  hope you enjoyed this actually pretty long chapter. And I hope you enjoyed Zayn's heated dream kinds of thing... (¬‿¬)
Btw I really enjoyed writing it...

Anyways, have a nice day or night or whatever! xx A

(Please excuse the spelling and grammar mistakes ((of course just if there are any..)) it's so late and I should probably be asleep right now but I'm still up... And yeah I'll go to bed now...)