chance connection |2| [zarry]

twohundredseventyfive

Harry blinks against the sun in his eyes, burrowing further into Zain's side. He blinks when Zain's fingers scratch through his hair lightly, tipping his head back.

"Why're you awake 'fore me?" he asks, voice still mostly gone with sleep.

"Holiday high," Zain answers, sounding way too awake. He grins at Harry over his tablet, leaning down to kiss Harry's cheek with an obnoxious smacking sound. "What's your excuse?"

"You're really asking that?" Harry grins back, stretching his back slightly and very purposefully displaying his belly.

"Yea, okay," Zain softens straight away, nose pressed to Harry's hair.

Harry closes his eyes again, enjoying Zain's hand in his hair and the sun on his skin. It did feel like a holiday. 

"So, you wanna talk about it?" Zain asks, laying down beside Harry properly. 

Harry blinks at him, trying to remember if anything would require talking about it. 

"What do you mean?"

"You were weird yesterday. After your coworkers. Actor buddies," Zain says with a yawn. 

Something downstairs gets knocked over.

"I wasn't weird," Harry lies, sitting up slightly.

"Louis is downstairs with him," Zain says, pulling Harry to lie back down. "So?"

Harry sighs. He loves that Zain will actually wanna talk when he feels like it's important but he doesn't particularly feel like explaining his weird thought process. 

Zain pokes him in the side, then gets distracted, running his fingers over Harry's belly. 

Harry smiles at him, going for the distraction. "I really like the name-"

"Nuh huh," Zain interrupts, sounding like Freddie. "Avoidance is gonna get you nowhere."

Harry sighs again, loudly. "I don't know, okay," he groans, rolling over. "I just- it was weird. Like, Freddie and you - and Louis," he adds, wrinkling his nose slightly when he realises it's true. "You're just not part of the whole," he waves his hand. "Acting thing. And the acting thing is different than the music thing, like. I feel I have to be- I don't know," he breaks off, groaning at himself.

"You do," Zain says mercilessly.

"Yea," Harry sighs, turning around to glare at Zain defiantly. "I was just awkward and overthinking and I'm blaming the fact that you knocked me up, so."

Zain grins at him, smacking another obnoxious kiss to Harry's nose of all things. "You're insecure," he sings.

"Oh my god," Harry exclaims, pushing him away by his forehead. "Go away!"

"Don't know what for," Zain says and then yelps when Harry's pillow hits him in the face. 

"Is this you being supportive?" Harry laughs, feeling to the bathroom before Zain can retaliate.

Zain shrugs, following Harry into the bathroom. "Yea, so you wanna be super professional for your acting buddies, my love, I get it. And you wanna keep Freddie your secret for a while longer, I appreciate that. But Freddie's gonna ruin that one way or another sometime very soon and honestly, for the film. You've either proven yourself or not at this point."

"I guess," Harry sighs, stepping under the shower. "I told you I was just overthinking. I don't know if it's the hormones making me more anxious or if the constant sweating is making me think I'm anxious."

"You're definitely right about the overthinking," Zain says, following Harry into the shower as well. "Now, you're gonna overthink me sucking your dick or?"