+ harry's pov +

Zayn had already texted his mum, telling her he was going to crash at my place.

We stumbled into my house, laughing and giggling at past 12am.

"I'll set up the couch for you," I whispered, praying we wouldn't wake my parents up.

"I'm sleeping with you baby," Zayn pouted, and I didn't hesitate, I just nodded.

"Okay," I grabbed his hand and led him upstairs to my room and closed the door.

Zayn undressed, and plopped into my bed in his boxers.

I did too, but instead I put on some pajama pants, then crawled under the covers with Zayn.

He right away wrapped his arm around my torso, holding me close.

"Your hair is in my face," Zayn chuckled, moving my hair away from him.

"I'm sorry, love." Giggling, I turned around and pressed a kiss against Zayn's lips.

"I love you," I mumbled, nuzzling my head onto Zayn's shoulder. "I'm going to wake up beside you tomorrow,"

"And that's all I've ever dreamed of," Zayn's voice was quiet. "I love you more babe,"

Zayn fell asleep a little later.

Still holding me.

My parents both had work early in the morning, so I wasn't worried. I wanted to wake up..

Make Zayn breakfast.

Kiss him.

I didn't fall asleep until later, but when I did, all I could think of was waking up beside Zayn.

Zayn being the first thing I'd see.

Thank God my parents left before we woke up, the next morning.

I climbed out of my bed, wiggling out of Zayn's grip and went to my washroom to brush my teeth.

After doing so, I stayed in my boxers but threw on Zayn's sweatshirt before making my way downstairs to cook breakfast for Zayn and I.

I turned on the stove and pulled the pancake mix out of the cupboard.

I prepared the pancake mix, and soon after began to cook the pancakes.

I made a smiley face out of blueberries on one of the pancakes for Zayn.

After I had finished three pancakes for me, and three for Zayn, I arranged them on plates, and pulled out two mugs.

I turned on my coffee machine, and started some coffee.

Zayn came down a little after I had finished preparing breakfast for us, in his boxers. "Hi." He mumbled, his morning voice groggy, but surprisingly attractive.

"Good morning Zee." I smiled.

"Wow," Zayn closed his eyes, taking in the scent. When he opened his eyes, he sat down by the breakfast bar and eyed me up and down. "That's where my sweatshirt went."

"Yeah," I blushed. "Sorry."

"You look much better in it than I do." Zayn shrugged. "C'mere." he said, and I walked around the breakfast bar and stood in front of him.

Zayn tugged at the bottom of the sweatshirt I was wearing, and pulled me closer to him. "Is it going to be like this when we get married?" He asked me, chuckling softly.

"Well," I started. "We'll have to make some changes.."

Zayn raised his eyebrows at me. "And what might those be?"

"Well, first you'll have to cook for me sometimes too." I blushed, looking away from Zayn.

"That could be arranged my love."

My love.

My heart jumped.

"Now, eat up." I frowned, wiggling out of Zayn's grip. "I worked hard."

Zayn began eating. "So, prom?" he started.

"Yeah, it's soon." I smiled.

"I've got my suit. Specially picked out to impress you." Zayn told me.

I blushed, walking over to the kitchen to stop the coffee. "How do you take your coffee?"

"White, thanks." Zayn spoke.

I poured some coffee into one of the mugs for Zayn and put some milk in it.

"Thank you babe." Zayn smiled, grabbing my free hand and placing a kiss on my knuckles.

I blushed, sitting down beside Zayn on the breakfast bar. "Cheers." I clinked his mug against mine.

For mostly the rest of the day, Zayn and I had a movie marathon, and Zayn even went out and bought me ice cream.

When it had come to the end of the day, just before my parents were supposed to come home, Zayn left.

I tidied up the couch, and washed the dishes, then started dinner.

When mum and dad came home, I was setting the table.

"Wow love," Mum spoke, taking in the scent of my cooking. "You cooked."

"Yes I did," I smiled proudly. "Sit down," chuckling, I took mum's coat, and pulled out a chair for her.

"Harry," she smiled.

Dad sat down beside her. "This is amazing Harry."

We began eating, and right away the questions having to do with Zayn immediately started flowing in.

"Are you going to prom with the handsome boyfriend of yours?" Mum asked me, while sipping on her water.

"I-" I blushed. "I don't know,"

"You don't know?!" Dad panicked. "Did something happen?"

"No, no. Nothing happened."

Dad nodded and continued eating.

Was Zayn going to ask me?

This had me worried.

After dinner that night, I went up to my room, where I FaceTimed Zayn for around two hours.

"Babe, tomorrow I have something planned for you.." Zayn started.

I nodded. "Okay, what is it?" I began blushing.

"Tomorrow is a busy day for me, and I know tomorrow we were supposed to go out, but I can't.." Zayn paused. "Tomorrow, I've arranged for Dani and El to take you shopping, but be back before 7:30, okay love?"

I bit my lip. "Be back where?"

"Your house of course," Zayn smiled softly. "I'll be there."

I was confused.