Hate and Love ( Zarry AU)

Part 35

Harry's POV

These good news made me feel better right away. Happily I made my way over to my room. In my head I was already picturing Zayn and I as a couple, but my phone started ringing and interrupted the wonderful phantasy of mine. Who wanted to call me now? When I looked at the display it showed Gemma's name.

"Hey Gem", I simply greeted her.

"Hey Haz, just thought I'd call to ask how you are doing. And of course because I want to hear all about the New York trip."

After the two of us had caught up I just had to tell her about what I just found out. Her reaction was not what I had expected.

"Harry, please be careful. Zayn is a player. And just because he broke up with Perrie that doesn't mean he did it because of you. I get that that's good news for you. But just don't run back to him and make it that easy. At least from what you told me, he really hurt you and if I were you I'd just take everything slow and see what will happen."

"I, but Gem you don't understand. I thought you would be happy for me. I've been waiting for so long. And this is a sign. I know it", I replied..

"Do what you think is best. But don't let him break your heart", she warned.

"Yes, don't worry about me. Anyways it was good talking to you", I answered, and wanting to end the call so I could dream about being together with Zayn rather than Gem destroy my good mood.

"Okay, goodbye little bro. Love you."

"Yeah love you too. Bye."

But today everyone seemed to want to talk to me, because I wasn't able to continue imagining, instead someone knocked on my door. What would my parents want now?

"Yeah come in", I sighed annoyed. But it wasn't my mom or Yaser, but Zayn. Shit, I looked terrible. I was dressed in black sweatpants and a terrible tee with a painted cat on it. On top of that my hair looked all messy and that just wasn't how I wanted to appear in front of Zayn.

"Sorry I don't mean to bother you. Your mom and my dad are eating out today. And they said we could order something", Zayn explained shyly. Was Zayn nervous right now? Well if so, he could not be as nervous as I was.

"Actually you know what I think I'll make myself some pancakes. So you don't have to order anything for me", I replied

"Oh okay."

"If you want I'll make you some too", I offered.

"Yeah that'd be cool", Zayn answered. Seeing Zayn being nervous, was definitely weird to me. Usually I was the nervous one.

"Alright, with what?", I asked.

"What do you mean?", he asked. Oh stupid me. I could have asked differently.

"Ehm what do you want on your pancakes?", I added to my question.

"Oh I think I'll just take Nutella."

"Okay. I'll call you when I'm done cooking."

"Yeah thanks", Zayn replied and hastily left the room.

This was by far the weirdest conversation I have ever had with him. Sure I was used to Zayn being mean, I was used to him being flirty, cocky, teasing me or being funny, but not nervous and shy. He hadn't even looked me in the eyes once.

Zayn's POV

I am so stupid! This was by far the most embarrassing encounter with Harry that I ever had. I just still felt guilty because of how I had treated him that I didn't even manage to look him in the eyes. And on top I still wasn't quite sure what I truly felt for him. And everything was just very confusing. Maybe I shouldn't even be thinking about him. Maybe I should just stay single for a while. I just ended my relationship with Perrie a few hours ago. Rushing in new relationship, probably wasn't the best idea anyways.

Harry's POV

I just finished making pancakes. Two for Zayn with Nutella and one for me with sugar and cinnamon. "Zayn, dinner is ready", I yelled so he could hear me upstairs. Then I nicely set the table for the two of us and poured each of us a glass of water. I almost thought about lighting a candle, but I had to remind myself that this wasn't a date. It was simply me cooking for my stepbrother and myself. When I just had finished putting the plates on the table, Zayn came downstairs. His hair was still wet, so I assumed he just took a shower. He looked gorgeous. Even though he hadn't put his hair in its usual quaff- shape. How could someone look so good in plain sweatpants a black tee? I certainly didn't. Luckily, I had put on a grey hoodie instead of wearing my ugly, but in my opinion cute cat-tee, so I didn't feel embarrassed in front of him anymore. Zayn quietly took the seat in front of me and started eating. After a few bites he praised my cooking, which made me blush. "Really Harry, these pancakes are freaking delicious, almost as delicious as my moms' were." That must be a huge compliment coming from him, if he compared my cooking to his mothers. I have actually never really heard him talking about his mom and sisters, the only thing I knew was that they all were pretty close and that Yaser and Zayn had suffered a lot. How come that I didn't know more about all that. In fact, I just realized that I actually didn't really know much about Zayn, not about his past, not about his hobbies or interests. Well maybe a bit, but not precisely. But somehow I still managed to fall for him.

Suddenly I noticed that I hadn't answered him yet.

"I'm glad you like it." After that we ate in total silence. I really wanted to talk, because the tension in the room was driving me insane. But of course I was too shy. Also I didn't really know how to start the conversation. So I kept my mouth shut.

Zayn's POV

When I came downstairs, I saw that Harry had set the table for the two of us. He really was a wonderful caring human being. I mean if I was him I wouldn't treat me that nicely. Heck, why did he even offer to cook something for me too? Well, I guess because he was Harry. And no matter what, he always cared for everyone else.

When I took a few bites of the pancakes he had made for me I just had to compliment him: "Really Harry, these pancakes are freaking delicious, almost as delicious as my moms' were."

And I wasn't even exaggerating. The really tasted delicious. When I was younger my mom used to cook for us children all the time and of course she had her own pancake recipe too. Harry's pancakes really, almost tasted as good as hers. But of course no one could reach my mom's cooking skills. Harry didn't really seem to have heard m compliment. After a minute or so he finally answered: "I'm glad you like it." He seemed as if he wanted to say something else, but decided against it. We finished eating in silence. I really wanted to talk with him, I just had to have enough courage. When Harry was about to put all the dishes into the dish washer, I stopped him: "Harry I got this. You cooked and I'll clean everything up."

"You don't have to Zayn, I don't mind doing it at all."

"Seriously Harry, I insist."

"Okay", Harry gave in and was about to walk upstairs when I stopped him again.
"Harry wait!" He turned around shyly and stared down at the ground. "Harry, I I want to apologize again. I never meant to hurt you. And I want you to know that I wasn't playing you, I just was confused about my feelings. And I hope you still enjoyed the NYC trip and that we will get on good terms again. Because we as stepbrothers should stick together right?"

Harry's POV

Did I just hear that correctly? "Because we as stepbrothers should stick together right?" Why on earth did he have to say that? Was he seriously trying to hurt me even more? Well it definitely worked. To say I was upset was an understatement. My blood was boiling because of how angry I was. But instead of yelling at him and insulting him I just answered sadly: "Right."
So Gemma was right. I had gotten my hopes up to quickly. Zayn didn't want to be with me. Him breaking up with Perrie had nothing to do with us. Us. There never even was an us.