Zayn or Harry? Who should I choose?

Chapter Twenty Eight: The Poisoned Soup

How irritating.

I hope no one would ever know about this.

But since I’m all out of luck, I think everyone will.

Ugh!

I finished cooking the soup.

Who knows what I put in it.

*evil laugh*

I poured some of the soup into a bowl and hurried up the stairs.

“Missed me?” he teased.

“Not even a little bit.”

“Aww.”

I sat beside his bed and got some soup on a spoon.

I blew at it and tried feeding the little rascal.

But I failed.

Coz he was staring right through my eyes.

And he was just inches from my face.

I think I’d have a heart attack.

“Harry! Stop it!”

“What am I doing anyway?” he complained.

“Ugh! Eat this yourself, since you have the strength to mess with me.”

I went out the door without looking back at him.

When I was in my room, I switched the TV on.

It was really boring.

I had to go back to him.

I can’t let him by himself since he’s really sick.

Or is it for another reason?

“You came back.”

“Yeah.”

“So… Can you feed me now? I promise I won’t try to kiss you again.”

“Okay.” I relaxed. I believed him.

I made him eat the soup. I could tell he had no appetite.

When he had a few spoonfuls,

“It’s really good, Kara. But something’s keeping me from eating it.”

“Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you. I put some rat poison in it.”

He suddenly looked afraid of me.

“I’m joking!”

“Of course you are.” He shrugged his shoulders.

“You were scared. No excuses. Hahaha.”

“I’m not.”

“Really, I’m just joking… relax.”

“Fine.”

After a few seconds…

“By the way, you look really cute when you’re terrified for your life.”

“Kara!”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Okay. I just can’t help it.”

“Well at least you called me cute.”

He won.

For now.