Petite | Zarry

Chapter 20.

(I didn't check the chapter at all so I'm apologizing if I wrote crap)

Harry and Zayn went back to the car and were driving back home. The shopping had taken longer than Harry thought so they had only a little time left to eat something before they had to get ready.

They were currently in the kitchen. "So, what do you want to eat? We could call the delivery service or I could cook something, it's up to you" Harry said and looked at Zayn. "I think maybe if you don't mind I'd rather have you cook something," Zayn answered playing with the hem of his sweater. Harry smiled. "Sure! I'm quickly gonna make a list with all the things I can cook which don't take too long. While I'll do that you could put your new clothes in the bedroom, I emptied a small area on the right side of my wardrobe. Just don't open the middle part, do you understand?" Harry told him while getting a piece of paper and a pen. Zayn nodded "Yes Mr. Harry I do."

"Good, now go," Harry said by now almost done writing. The small boy obeyed and took the shopping bags on his way to the bedroom. He opened the right side of the wardrobe and starter to put his clothes in including the things he brought from home. He looked at the door in the middle. He was curious. And as much as he wanted to just open it and look at what's inside he didn't. The wish to be a good boy was stronger. The small raven-haired boy didn't want to disappoint Mr. Harry.

A gentle knock on the bedroom door was heard. "You can come in," Zayn said. Harry opened the door. "I'll take a quick shower, the list is on the kitchen counter. If you want to take a shower too, you can do that while I'm preparing the food, yeah?"

"Okay," Zayn nodded. Harry gave him a little smile and closed the door. After Zayn was done putting his clothes away he went to the kitchen and looked at the list Harry had made. Zayn smiled. He really liked Mr. Harry's handwriting, he didn't know why but it just made him smile and want to look at it all day. 

For a second Zayn was lost in daydreams. His brain created a scene in which he got a love letter from Harry. But the thought went by as fast as it came when he heard the bathroom door open and Harry came into his view.

Zayn stood there frozen, he didn't know how to react nor did he know how to breathe but what he surely knew was that he couldn't take his eyes off of that handsome man in front of him.

Harry stood there shirtless only wearing a fresh pair of sweatpants. His hair was still damp and made some water drops fall onto Harry's muscular tattooed chest. The tall man moved closer and leaned against the kitchen counter. "Have you already decided on what you want to eat?" he asked softly but with a slight smirk.

Zayn could feel the heat rush to his face. He instantly knew that he must be blushing madly right now. The pretty boy nodded. "Yes... I'd like to have pasta if that's okay.." he said in a small voice.

"Okay," Harry said now smiling at him as he went to get the noodles and a pot. "I put a fresh towel out for you. You still want to shower right?"

Zayn nodded again."Yes I do...thank you" he turned his head to look at Harry but he only saw his strong back. "Even his back looks so hot..." he thought unconsciously chewing on his pink lower lip. The sight of the shirtless man in front of him made his tummy tingle softly. It was an odd feeling to him but he kind of liked it.

He shoved his thoughts aside and went to the bedroom to get his things including fresh undies, a comfortable outfit, and his skincare products.
Then he moved to the bathroom, it was a big and glamorous room. The floor was warm and seemed to be marble or something like that. The big bathtub and the sink were made from the same kind of stone and both, the tub and the sink blended nicely with the floor. There was also a shower with glass walls, the glass had a slight blurring effect to it.