Zayn's pov

Harry was walking ahead me tripping and almost falling every now and then. He is so clumsy. Mu laughter has been resided but actually I don't think I can laugh anymore. I have laughed this much after approximately 2 years.

Harry still had the angry looking kitten face with a pout..oh how I wish I could kiss his so kissable lips .

I knew halfway where we were going but Now I know we are lost .

"Harry stop ! We are lost just admit it !" I said and turned on my flashlight to look at his face. He was bitting his lips as if thinking but it seemed so seductive to me.

I looked away.

"So.." he started but didn't said anything so I looked at him.

" so...? " I repeated him.

"What are we gonnna do ?" He asked.

" walk back in the direction we came and now HEAR ME AND HEAR ME GOOD YOU WILL FOLLOW ME "

He nodded his head even though he wanted to say something.

I started walking back in the direction which I thought we came from but it was harder than I thought all the trees looked same and I didn't knew if we were going right or not.

" stop it harreh !" I shouted when harry triped for the 100th time.

He looked at me as if he was going to cry and I suddenly felt guilty. I was just worried about him . What if he really hurts himself I don't even know the way out.

" ok just hold my hand . Yeah ?"

He seemed hesitate at first but holded my head nonetheless. I felt those sparks again and I smiled but harry doesn't have to know that.