Love and friendship is the same person - Zarry

Midnight Memories 2 (Zayn)

The washing became a battle. We had previously agreed that Harry would scrub the plates and pots clean while I dried them off afterwards. In the beginning everything went smoothly. Until my best friend bent over the sink so low that he came into contact with the water. His head shot up and he sneezed loudly twice in a row. I glanced over at him in amusement without stopping my work. "Look at me.", Harry said. As soon as I turned to him, I had to laugh. His whole face was covered with foam and the front strands of his curls were clinging damp to his cheeks. He glared at me, offended. Faster than I could see, he dipped his hands in the foam and grabbed me. I jumped back, cursing. Unfortunately too late. My nose was covered in foam, as was my throat. "Heyyy!", I exclaimed. Harry just grinned at me. "That means war!" I roared dramatically, grabbing the back of his head and pressing his face completely into the water. Then I let go and quickly took a few steps back while watching him closely. Slowly he raised his head and looked at me. His hair was now soaking wet and water droplets were peeling off his lips. The sight affected something in me, but I couldn't figure out what it was."

That's what happens when you mess with me, Curly." He grumbled and shook himself like a dog. "My poor walls!" I screamed in horror and ran to him. I grabbed his shoulders and shook him wildly until I realized it only made it worse. I pulled my hair. Then I caught Harry's gaze and smile. "You're cute," he said. "No, I'm desperate." "Rather overdramatic," he replied and laughed. I sighed and went back to washing up without a comment.

A little later we sat together on the sofa and watched "The Notebook". Harry picked it and I regretted having agreed. I literally fell asleep. And woke up in the same position as a few hours ago, with my head on my friend's shoulder. When he saw that I was awake, he looked at me. Longer than necessary. And more tenderly than necessary. Then he leaned forward slightly and gently brushed my hair back from my face. I bowed my head, embarrassed. He lifted it and found my gaze. "You're somehow different today." I laughed nervously. "You're just interpreting too much in my behavior." Harry raised his eyebrows, but I ignored it and rubbed my eyes. "Do you want to go to sleep?" His deep voice sent vibrations through me. "If that's okay with you, yes.", I mumbled tiredly. He winked at me. "Of course."

We got up, turned off the television, and went to my bedroom. We quickly got rid of our clothes. When he sat down on his side of the bed, I was startled. "Have you been training?" It shot out of my mouth. Harry looked down at himself. "I actually do as much sport as always," he said and eyed me suspiciously. I immediately blushed. "I was just wondering." He looked at me briefly while a grin crept onto his face. With my heart pounding, I turned to the wall and took a deep breath. What was wrong with me? Suddenly I felt arms wrap around my stomach from behind. I just lay there, stiff as a stick. "I don't even get said a good night," said the deep voice. "Good night, Haz.", I pressed out. He snuggled his face against my neck and mumbled something. I knew one thing. I wouldn't sleep tonight.