Is Your Heart Taken? (Zarry AU)

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March 16, 2015
Even after a few days passed, Harry still couldn't take his mind off of Zayn and his mysterious aura. Not that he liked him, but he liked his company and their small conversation. No, Harry isn't straight. In fact,he's openly gay, but only his close friends know that because even though he's openly gay, he doesn't act like one. He acts like a normal guy, but of course,when he likes another one he'll flirt and see how it goes. Even though all his previous flirtations failed miserably, at least he tried.
He really hoped Zayn wasn't a homophobic guy because that would just ruin the whole image he had about him. Harry shook his head and finally started getting slowly out of bed. When he managed to drag himself up, he walked towards his bathroom and fulfilled his daily needs. He took a warm shower and after drying his curly locks, he walked out of the bathroom and towards his closet with the towel wrapped around his skinny waist so he could pick out his outfit for the day.
Harry walked out of his little, yet comfortable, apartment and headed to Holy Grail. He really needed to get a car before someday he faints and dies on the sidewalk. He took out the little paper the doctor gave him and walked to the nearest drugstore to get his prescriptions. After waiting two hours for the employees to attend him, he finally got out of there, cursing and with his mind clear that he sure as hell isn't going back to that drugstore.
He sits on a bench out of breath, closing his eyes and trying to control his heartbeat. Taking out his water and the pills his doctor prescribed to him, he chugs down the two pills and leans back. He looks around his surroundings, starting to feel a little bit better. He stares at the kids and happy couples walking past him. Oh,how he wishes to have a normal life with nothing that could stop him, but he doesn't control that. He can't choose the life he wants to have.
He starts walking slowly to his apartment, but then stops at a car dealer he found on his way to check out the cars. There has to be something that he can afford around here. He looks at the creepy old man with the beer gut staring at him and he shudders. He asked the man a few questions and smiled when the man gave him the news that there is a car he can afford. He tells the man to wait until he can get the money so he can buy the car. He gets out of there and goes straight to the nearest bank to take out the money he had saved to buy an old beat up car like the one at the dealer that would help him move around.
After making that long line at the bank, they told him that all his savings were taken away by the hospital because he had a debt with them. He stared at the ceiling, blinking back the tears, and took a deep breath. He thanked the old, sweet looking lady that ruined his day with the news and walked out of the bank towards his apartment. Of course that would happen, how could he forget. He needs to get a better health plan or he's going to be bankrupt, and he also needs to find a job before everything goes downhill for him.
Maybe he could check for a job at the coffee he went to the other day. It doesn't seem like a rushed job to the point where he could get a heart attack. He chuckled, shaking his head. How did he end up here? He walked inside his apartment, turning on the lights and locking the door behind him. He walked to his room, stripping out of all his clothes. He got inside the shower, washing all the dirt from his body. He washed his body, tracing the scar on his chest, just above the butterfly tattoo on his abdomen. Sighing, he cleanses all the soap from his body and dries himself, going straight to bed just after getting a snack.