fool's gold [zarry]

deux

Zain glares at Niall out of principle, walking onto the room they have prepared for the shoot. He blinks when he realises he actually recognises whoever Niall has found, wrinkling his nose as he tries to remember where he had seen the boy.

"Hi," the boy — man maybe — grins, cocking his head.

"You're the one from that band," Zain remembers, eyeing his atrocious hair and the jeans that were too small. "The boring one."

"Zain!" Niall sighs again, like he always does.

"Harry," Harry grins, like he is amused, holding out his hand. If he is offended, he is hiding it rather well. Zain is impressed.

"Where are the others?" Zain asks, looking past Harry for any sign of boyband.

"It's just me today," Harry says, dropping his hand.

"I told you, Zain," Niall says, patting Harry's shoulder. "Ignore him. He takes being a tortured artist or something very seriously."

"Shut up, Niall," Zain says out of reflex, taking Harry in properly. "What's he supposed to wear?"

"Zain, seriously," Niall scolds. "Can you at least pretend to have listened? He's wearing the autumn one."

"He doesn't look like autumn," Zain frowns, annoyed. "Who decided? Andy?"

"Mary," Niall says, eyes raised towards the ceiling.

"Nah," Zain makes, plucking at the shirt Harry's wearing. Harry doesn't flinch, watching him in amusement. "Make it the Gold."

"I love gold," Harry smiles. His eyes widen slightly before he adds "it's my favourite colour."

Zain snorts.

So does Niall. "It's not gold though," Niall says, amused. "It's silver. Zain's just a pretentious dick."

"I like silver as well?" Harry says, sounding a bit confused.

"Good," Zain says, narrowing his eyes. "Where's Mary? I need to talk to her. And you," he adds to Harry, gesturing to his legs. "Take off those jeans. They're awful. At least wear clothes your size. If Niall wants you to wear my clothes, you can afford it. Or someone will be happy to pay you for it or something."

"Zain!" Niall groans but Zain doesn't catch the rest of it because he's already looking for Mary. He can't believe she thought to put Harry in Autumn. It was ridiculous.

He manages to get Mary to agree with him — not that she'd really try and fight him.

Harry looks good in the Gold collection, the silver highlights catching in the light. His hair — finally brushed and falling around his head in soft curls instead of a messy tangle — gleaming.

He looks like a prince, Zain thinks with satisfaction. No longer boring and plain.

It doesn't quite satisfy the itch to get his hands on him, but it's good enough for now, to see him shining in the spotlight, even if it was just a small one. To have him wear Zain's clothes. Maybe some Zain made for him, specifically.

"Zain!" Niall calls from the other end of the room, waving his phone at Zain. Zain sneers at him but goes. He knows Niall only calls him of he needs to.

But still, it'd be nicer to to watch Harry instead, the way he doesn't seem quite practised in showing off clothes but somehow still manages to make it seem natural and effortless.

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Me: has no clue about anything.
Me: decides to write about it anyways.