Text me, Maybe? [ZARRY]

Zayn

I wake up to the smell of coffee.

Which is a problem.

Because I live alone.

For a brief, disoriented moment, I think I'm being robbed.

Then I remember

Harry.

I groan into my pillow before rolling out of bed. My body is already regretting last night, not because of anything that happened, but because Harry stayed.

And Harry staying means trouble.

When I step out of my room, I find him in my kitchen, humming to himself, wearing my damn hoodie—one I did not give him permission to wear, by the way—and stirring his coffee like he owns the place.

He notices me and smiles. "Morning, sunshine."

I blink at him, still half-asleep. "You're still here."

He gasps, clutching his chest. "I am offended by that tone."

I rub my face, trying to wake up properly. "I thought you left."

He huffs, setting his mug down with an exaggerated motion. "You offered me to stay over, and I graciously accepted."

"I did not offer—"

"Oh?" He tilts his head, all faux innocence. "So I wasn't supposed to crash on your couch?"

I frown. "You slept on my couch?"

His grin turns smug. "Would you have preferred me in your bed?"

I give up.

Completely.

I walk past him, grab the coffee he so kindly poured for me, and ignore the way he's watching me like he's won something.

Which knowing Harry, he probably thinks he has.

I take a sip, refusing to acknowledge that my hoodie definitely looks too good on him.

Then, as if it's nothing, he goes, "So, do you wanna check the internet, or should I just summarize the chaos?"

I pause mid-sip.

Slowly, I lower the mug. "What. Chaos."

Harry drums his fingers on the counter, like he's about to drop the most casual bomb of all time.

"Well, you know how that one time we went out in public, and I definitely didn't look at you like you hung the moon?"

I narrow my eyes. "Harry."

He bites his lip, eyes twinkling with mischief.

"Well," he continues, voice infuriatingly casual, "turns out someone may have recognized me. And they may have snapped a photo. And the internet may be losing its mind trying to figure out who you are."

I stare.

He sips his coffee.

Then, finally, he grins.

"So... good morning?"