Broken {Zarry Stylik}

Chapter 40

Zayn's POV
Hearing a knock at the door, I pulled myself off the couch where Chris and I were watching a show. Both Chris and Bailey watched as I opened the door, only to reveal Harry with a wacky smile and flowers in his hand.

"Hi, love." He pecked my lips as I let him in.

"What are you doing here? I thought you were busy today."

"I lied," he laughed. "I didn't want you to suspect what I have planned."

"And what would that be?" I arched an eyebrow and crossed my arms, slightly amused at his excitement.

Grabbing my hands in his, he began to giggle and look into my eyes.

"Will you go on a date with me?"

The question took me a bit by surprise. It never really crossed my mind that we haven't gone on a proper date.

"Yes," I beamed.

Chris shuffled in from the living room with a proud grin.

"Take care of him," he winked at Harry.

"I promise I will." His sea green eyes never left mine.

Finally snapping out of his trance, he rubs his hands together, blowing hot air on them to warm himself up.

"Now go get changed."

Normally I would question him, asking where he was taking me and what I should wear, but I decided against it and just go with it.

Slipping my hoodie and joggers off and neatly placing them in my closet, I grabbed black jeans and a maroon sweater. After making my clothes look presentable, I walked into the bathroom, grabbing my hair gel.

I could hear Chris and Harry making small talk in downstairs as I looked for the cologne that Harry always said he loved so much.

Although I felt put together, looking in the mirror, I realized that I look a mess. Somehow my jeans are too loose and baggy, and my sweater seems a bit more stretched out than usual. I take a mental note to buy new clothes, but it's fine for now.

"Will you tell me where we're going now?" My voice booms through the room as I interrupt their quiet chatter.

His eyes scan my body for a little too long and widen. I immediately recoil, but force myself to remain a neutral look in my face, not wanting to ruin this day for him.

"Let's go." He grabbed my hand as we said goodbye to Chris and I pulled Bailey's leash and vest out with me.

He turned the radio on a low volume and blasted the heat to combat the freezing cold air outside.

"Where are we going?"

"You'll see."

Reaching over, he placed his hand on my knee and started rubbing circles on it with his thumb. The soft, relaxing music and Harry's presence put me at ease, almost taking my mind off of why he looked at me so weirdly before.

I looked out the window, watching trees and cars pass by. The sky was turning dark and the trees started turning into large buildings, indicating that we were in the city.

Pulling into the parking garage, the beautiful sight of the city disappeared but I then turned my attention to the beautiful sight sitting next to me. Smiling fondly, I reached out and stroked Harry's soft face, putting my finger on his dimple when he started to smile.

After he parked, he walked over to my side of the car and opened the door for me.

"What a gentleman," I giggled.