𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥 - 𝘡𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘴

Swim Team

Harry. Harry was like the first snow of winter, a cool summer breeze. Harry was everything and more. He was smiles and dives.

Zayn snapped out of his thoughts, and listened to the coach, "get out of dream land, malik, your kick is all over the place and your butterfly is not clean at all, and get off the lane line for gods sake. Harry please show him how it's done."

Harry smirked, "watch and learn dumb ass." He muttered as he passed Zayn in the lane line. Harry swam and of course his butterfly was fucking perfect, his lean arms poked above the water it was like watching art in motion.

And when the timer started Zayn went after him, his form a little sloppy but still beautiful regardless.

Locker room. The locker room was a place full of nude guys and far too tight speedo shorts that left nothing to the imagination. Zayn kept to himself here, covering himself up when the others wouldn't.

He was scared to even glance at the others. They would know he was gay for sure, they would all know. But the boys tended to leave him alone because he was one of the top swimmers right behind Harry.

"Damn Veronica got thick over the summer," an unidentifiable voice said. Followed by a chorus of yessirs and agreements. Zayn rolled his eyes before pulling a shirt over his toned chest.

Zayn was about to leave when he felt the gentle hold of Harry's wrist against his, and in his eyes kindness. They danced in the chlorine scented atmosphere, staying in the pool after dark.

Watching the sky darken and swimming melodiously. Their outstretched limbs were flailed out under the water.

It became their routine, swimming together. Dolphin kicks and streamlines ignoring that when competing season came back they would be enemies again.

And when the moonlight shone on them, and their lips connected it was okay. Because they would be cursed for each other without question.