"Oh." Harry said, not really knowing how to reply.
                          
"Yeah. He's itching to get it over with. Doing his usual bitching every five minutes routine." Zayn continued.
                          
"You make him sounds like a nightmare." Harry chuckled.
                          
"Well..." Zayn trailed off, shrugging.
                          
Harry chuckled again. "You can't say too much, though." 
                          
"And why not?" Zayn asked, taking another drag.
                          
"You married him." Harry pointed out. 
                          
Zayn was quiet for a moment, thinking back to when he asked Louis to marry him.
                          
He couldn't believe he was so in love with Louis at one point.
                          
"It wasn't like I knew he'd cheat on me, lie to me, break my heart, and ruin our family. I didn't know he'd choose a steroid addicted trainer over his son." Zayn said bitterly.
                          
And after saying that, he suddenly realized how much he sounded like Louis.
                          
Harry was silent, not knowing what to say. 
                          
"Sorry." Was all Zayn could get out, suddenly feeling emotional.
                          
"No, I'm sorry for saying anything. I didn't mean to upset you, babe." Harry said.
                          
"Maybe it'd be best to just...not. For a while, okay?" Zayn asked sharply, not knowing how to express how he felt.
                          
"Sorry." Harry repeated quietly.
                          
"I was going up ask if you wanted me to come over later or something. Maybe after Niall's in bed? And we can talk?" Harry asked.
                          
"About what?" Zayn frowned.
                          
"No, I mean...you talk and I be there for you. I feel like there's a lot you're keeping bottled up, and I want to help you." Harry explained.
                          
"You want to hear me talk about my soon to be ex-husband?"  Zayn asked.
                          
"I don't care. Whatever you need to talk about, I want you to let it out." Harry told him.
                          
"Harry, I don't know. I don't want you to see me break down, if I do. I just...I don't like crying or getting emotional in front of people." Zayn admitted.
                          
"Zayn, you've thrown up on me. You've cried in front of me, and been hungover in front of me. I've seen you at your worst and I still think you're the most beautiful person I've ever met. I really care about you, and I want to be there for you. Plus...since I met you I sort of hate sleeping alone too. You're really warm." Harry said with a little chuckle at the end.
                          
Zayn smiled broadly, blushing as well. "I'll text you later after Niall's in bed and you can come over." 
                          
"Good." Harry said.
                          
"And...thank you, Harry. I really care about you too. You've done a lot for me without even realizing it." Zayn said.
                          
"No, I realize it. That's why I think I at least deserve waffles with pecans and bananas, dammit." He said, making Zayn laugh.
                          
"I'll make them for you this weekend." 
                          
"Promise?" Harry asked.
                          
"Yes, you big baby." Zayn chuckled.
                          
"Hey, let's make this weekend special." Harry said.
                          
"How, exactly?" Zayn asked.
                          
"I want to take you out on a date. How about Friday night? Then after work on Saturday let's drive to the coast and walk around or something." Harry suggested.
                          
"Really?" Zayn smiled.
                          
"Yeah. Then you can make me those waffles on Sunday." Harry decided.
                          
"I love how you've got this all planned out." Zayn chuckled.
                          
"But the question is, do you love the plan?" Harry asked.
                          
"I do." Zayn smiled. 
                          
"Good, it's settled then." Harry said. 
                          
"Where are we going for our date?" Zayn asked.
                          
"I want to surprise you." 
                          
Zayn rolled his eyes. "C'mon, tell me."
                          
"No." Harry said.
                          
"Please?" Zayn asked sweetly, mocking the way Niall did it when he wanted something.
                          
"Nope." 
                          
"Deja vu." Zayn smirked.
                          
"What?" Harry asked.
                          
"This reminds me of the day you made up that agreement we were supposed to stick to. You sure did break the rules, Officer Styles." He continued.
                          
Harry was quiet for a while.
                          
"Okay, you know what, shut up." 
                          
Zayn laughed. "Make me." 
                          
"Just wait." Harry warned. 
                          
"I'm tired of waiting." Zayn sighed, talking about more than just their banter. 
                          
He was tired of waiting for the divorce to be finalized.
                          
"Me too. You sure do take a long time to make a man some waffles." Harry said. 
                          
"I'm hanging up on you." Zayn said. 
                          
"Fine. But I'll do that thing where I lay on you so you can't get up tonight." Harry warned. 
                          
"I'm so terrified." Zayn chuckled. 
                          
"You should be. I've put on weight." Harry said. 
                          
"Really? Even with all that upper body strength, and your athletic nature?" Zayn teased. 
                          
"Well, it certainly wasn't from your cooking." Harry said. 
                          
Zayn's jaw dropped, and he fought not to smile as Harry laughed.
                          
"Are you saying I can't cook?" 
                          
"I'm saying you don't cook enough. At least not for me." 
                          
"Hm, wonder why." Zayn smiled.
                          
"Listen, don't forget to text me, yeah?" Harry asked.
                          
"As if." Zayn said softly, looking forward to seeing him.
                          
"I'll talk to you later." He said.
                          
"Alright, bye Harry." Zayn replied. 
                          
"Bye babe."