Petite | Zarry

Chapter 18.

When the lift's doors opened and both of them went into the big hangar-like basement room, Zayn couldn't believe his eyes. He surely knew that Harry was a wealthy man but he didn't expect him to have so many cars! He silently counted them. 'Seven cars? Wow, that's really a lot... He must be so much richer then I imagined...' the small boy thought.

He must have been looking really impressed because Harry began to smirk and went over to him. "What do you mean...Which one should we take huh?" the tall man asked. "You want me to choose?" Zayn asked a little incredulously. "Sure," Harry said.

There were so many cars, even if Zayn tried he wouldn't even be able to name only half of them. Of course, he recognized the Porsche Cayenne, the car Harry had driven the night Zayn almost got... He didn't want to think any further. And then there was a Lamborghini but that was all he knew. Zayn went to a black car, to have a closer look at it. It was sporty but yet elegant.

"I like this one, " he said and carefully touched the bonnet. Harry got the keys and put his hand on Zayn's shoulder. "What label is this car?" the raven-haired boy asked. Harry smiled, it was one of his favourite cars. "It's an Aston Martin," he said and opened the passenger seat door for Zayn. He smiled shyly and got in. Zayn loved the way Harry treated him. He was so gentlemanlike and charming, it made Zayn's belly tingle in joy.

Harry also got in and started the engine, then he drove out on to the busy streets of London.
As Zayn looked around began to wonder where they were. He had never seen this part of the city. Every house, every building, yeah even the streetlights looked so much more elegant and expensive than what he was used to. Once again he could hit himself, what did Zayn expect? That Harry wouldn't be living in one of the classy districts of the city? Of course, he did.

After a little while, they arrived at a car park and Harry parked the car. Both of them got out and made their way to where the shopping street began. Zayn eyed the few other people who were shopping at such an early hour. Everyone looked so noble, just like the place.

All of this intimidated him, it made him feel so small and out of place. He unconsciously grabbed Harry's large hand which immediately made him feel comfortable. Harry glanced at Zayn, a small smile crept on his face and he intertwined their fingers. Zayn looked up at him and began to blush madly. Both of them were secretly loving the feeling of their intertwined fingers, the way they just perfectly fit like they were made for each other.

Fortunately, before the situation could become awkward, they reached the shop which Harry had led the small raven-haired boy to. Zayn didn't even try to pronounce the name of it, he knew he wouldn't get it right.

The both of them went inside the shop and Zayn was impressed, he had never been to such a nice clothing store before, all he knew were stores like H&M or New Yorker. The floor was marble and the whole interior was black and white with some little golden parts here and there. They went to the men's section and Harry searched through the clothes. Soon he realized that Zayn was probably way too small to fit into those clothes.

He turned to Zayn. "I don't think any of these will fit you..." Zayn looked at him, not knowing how to respond to that. "Hello Sir, may I help you?" suddenly a female voice asked. Both, Zayn and Harry turned their heads to see who, obviously, was talking to Harry. It was a young lady who surely was an employee of the shop. Harry smiled politely, "Yes please, Zayn here, " he looked at the small boy and the woman did the same. "He needs some formal clothes."

The woman nodded and looked him up and down. Then she turned to look at Harry again. "What exactly did you have in mind?" she asked. Harry thought for a moment and eyed Zayn. "maybe just some black trousers with a white shirt." he said. The woman nodded again. Then she looked at the small boy once again. "Hmm, obviously too small for the men's section but I don't think kids' clothing would fit either," she said. "if you're okay with it we could have a look at the woman's section and see if we can find anything proper there."