Mine

Chapter 4

Zayns pov.

I watched as Rose walked away, most likely to the pub where Harry was. I think now was the time Harry was going to come back into her life. I have to admit, she was beautiful and her new personality was cute.

"Rosie..."

It was barely a whispere, and Perrie wouldnt here it since she was still a few hundred feet behind me.  I love Perrie, dont get me wrong, but Rose was practically perfection.

"Zayn what the fuck?! Wheres Rose?"

Perries voice echoes in my head and I'm snapped back into the reality that I suddenly hate. I couldnt hide the fact I loved Rosie like a sister, and I had a place in my heart for her.

"She... She wouldnt let me explain and walked away... I think she hates us..."

Perrie rubbed her arms from the sudden cold, giving me a sympathetic look. She was Roseis freind too, we were both thinking the same thing.

"Zayn, you just have to stick to the mission for Harry..."

Her eyes dropped to my plain chest. I scanned her half naked body, her beauty making her shine. I guess I have to get use to the thought of Harry in Rosies life again.

Rosies pov.

I woke up in a warm bed, the light shining through the curtains blinding me from my usual darkness behind my eyes. The thumping in the back of my head make my face cringe with increasing pain from the alcohol last night.

Turning my head slightly to the right I see a small counter of a small table, advil and a glass of water resting peacefully on top of it. I reached out for it in a kid like manner, making a strained face and groaning.

I took a sip of water, dropping the pill to the back of my mouth, swallowing. I decided to lay in Harrys bed until the pills took effect, but something was nagging my to get up.

It was the smell of bacon and eggs coming from downstairs.

My stomach growled and the headache slowly lacking intensity, making me able to get up and walk towards the direction of the smell. It smelled heavenly.

I walked down the stairs, trying not to make any noise. I succeeded, making me do a fist pump silently before continuing for the kitchen. Peeking through every open door, I finally found Harry standing in the kitchen.

He wore only sweatpants, his top half fully exposed and perfect. His back muscles tensed every time he moved, his hair messy from bed rest. His curls hanging from his face, making him even cuter than before.

At first I want to lean on the door frame and stare at him, but I decided to sit on a stool instead. I hear the sizzling of the pans but I also hear Harry singing quietly in a beautiful, angel voice.

I wanna glide down over Mulholland

I wanna write her, her name in the sky

I'm wanna free fall out into nothin'

Oh, Im gonna leave this, this world for a while

Now Im free, free fallin', fallin

Now Im free, free fallin', fallin

He turns his head and sees me, a smile prancing across his face at the sight. I move uncomfortably in the stool and smile back, unsure of what to say.

"Good morning my Sleeping Beauty."

Harrys deep voice makes my heart slightly flutter. It makes me smile more when he places a plate of food in front of me, consisting of 2 strips of bacon, a large spoonful of eggs, and a small pancake with smiley face made of syrup on it.