Hero

Chapter 11

The warm ball of light filtered through Zayn's thin eyelids awoke him a bit to early for his liking. Especially for it being in a Saturday. Rays of brightness cast squares onto the glossy wooden floor, reflecting onto several objects in the room which decorated its otherwise simplicity. He blinked a few times, in an attempt to help his eyes adjust to the illumination directed right at his defenseless eyes. He then turns his attention to the warm arm still rested across his stomach, and then follows the skin up till he catches sighs of a mop of curls on his chest. His hand was still rested in the hair, and harry smiles a bit before looking at the clock across the room and sighed again when he catches the sight of the time. He directs his attention back to harry and lets out another sigh.

"Time to get up," Zayn says, but he nestles down against Harry's hair instead of actually getting up. He's pretty sure the lad hears him, cause then Harry's stirring a bit, and his head is moving off of Zayn's chest and up to his shoulder.

"Mmm," Harry mumbles, slipping his hand up the front of Zayn's shirt as he stretched. "Seems s'early." He says with sleepiness still in his voice.

Zayn's a bit surprised that Harry didn't move away from him as soon as he figured out what kind of position they were in. Or worry for the fact that he slept over that buff without notifying his mom about his not coming home. However, like last night he doesn't say a word and just melts more into Harry's warm embrace. He reaches his hand up and runs his fingers through the curly locks. "Yeah...it's like nine am on a Saturday. I only woke up cause the sun is in my eyes."

Harry smiles at that and changes their position so zayn was now laying on him instead of the other way around. They say their in a comfortable silence, and harry didn't want the moment to end. So when Zayn's stomach growls, Harry would have been a bit frustrated having the moment being lost, but when he sees the cute blush in Zayn's cheeks he can't help but to smile widely again.

They make it inside of Trisha Malik's kitchen. Harry stares around the filled kitchen while Zayn pulls out pots and pans showing where everything was at. Harry walks around behind him and sets two waffle makers on the counter. He plugs them in to let them warm, then moves to the carton of eggs waiting nearby, handing Zayn one at a time while accepting back the empty shells to toss. When they were done, the breakfast ended up being really good. Like good enough to have Zayn moaning a bit at the taste, and making a bit of a mess of the syrup that drips from the corner of his mouth to the tabel.

"This is fucking amzing! You should cook for me evey morning." Zayn says and then immeditly wants to take it back, cause that's implying things, and even though he wants those things. He can't just go arounf blurting things like that all out in th open.

The curly haired lad is silent for a fewe minutes, and for a while the only thing that can be heard was their breathing. Harry then takes a few steps closer to him, until he has one arm coming up to box Zayn against the kitchen island. The other goiing to put the fork down and out of Zayn'd hands. "I'm reading this right, right?" he breathes.

"Yeah," Zayn murmurs. The scent of Harry's fading cologne hits him like a tidal wave and he groans when Harry pushes forward, their mouths meeting in a clash of warmth. Harry kisses raw and filthy and pretty much completely unlike Zayn expected. Zayn's not quite sure what he was expecting but it wasn't this, not Harry's hands curled around the back of his neck, his mouth hot and open against his own. When Harry pulls back, his face is flushed, lips red, eyes dark. He keeps his hands around Zayn's neck, though, looking pleased.

Then there are footsteps bein heard coming down the stairs. Both of them look up, and blush when they see Zayn's sister Waliyha standing in the middle of the stairs looking at them with raised eyebrows. As the introductions are made, Harry realizes with a start that Zayn's younger sister is Waliyha Malik, who is in Harry's class. He isn't sure why he never made the connection, but he recognizes her the minute he lays eyes on her. They were dance partners on that horrible day in year nine when everyone had to learn the Irish jig in gym class. It was a humiliating experience all around. The 17 year old looks like she's recalling every awkward, lurching step of their Irish jig before she was smiling slightly at the two. "I knew mom was wrong when she said you two were just friends."

Then she was coming down thwe stairs, and sits down across from them at the table and grabs a pancake. Zayn slaps at her hand, but it doesn't stop her. At this point Harry had pulled away from Zayn, and was now back to standing by his own plate. he was actually really glad that it was Waliyha, and not any other of the Malik's.

Waliyha's still staring at him, unimpressed but still with that small smile. "I've heard athletic kids are the biggest troublemakers."

That's...probably at least slightly accurate. Harry learned early on that one of the benefits of being on a winning team is that the staff that appreciated agood footie game were always on his side, so he could slide by on almost everything. He's not stupid enough to admit that to anyone but Gemma, though.

"I've never even had detention," Harry says, which is absolutely true. He's certainly done things that would have warranted detention, had he been caught, but that's just semantics.

They're all momentarily distracted when Safaa comes in, grabs a book off a shelf seemingly at random and sits down next to Waliyha. The Malik kitchen sure is popular today. The siblings soon started to drill Harry with questions, and if Harry was being honest he'd say he was getting a bit nervous with all the intogrative questions. When it got to the point where the questions started to turn into indirect threats for if Harry ever hurts Zayn. Zayn took it upon himself to kick the two girls out and back to their room.

"Sorry about them."

Harry smiles and shakes his head dismissivly. "Don't worry about it. I like them..but they do remind me of cartoon villains."

Zayn snorts, and smiles fondly at that.