"and i kept staring at him cause moon was still dull in front of his shine, even after all these years he was still same."
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"I cannot miss the opening scene, I want popcorn too Zayn please."
Asher pouted, but Zayn shook his head with a smile on his face. He was already convinced but annoying Asher was a fun thing to do so he was denying it that he won't go, unless he kiss him in front of everyone.
" um I can go, I'm not even interested in movie is that okay ash___"
"no he'll go, he's my boyfriend you're my shy giraffe just sit here, Zayn either you go or I won't talk to you."
Harry looked at Zayn from under his long lashes, it was so hard to look into his eyes and not think about him as 'his'. On first place he didn't even wanted to be here, but the more you avoid something the more it knock on your door. Ignoring Zayn was so hard that harry always cry after midnight just with the thought of how would he let go of something which was never his. he's always in his house laying on his living room couch talking to his mom like she's his mum too and it swell Harry's heart but only if Zayn knew what he do to him.
"alright alright I'll go ."
With that he was gone but not before looking at Asher with all the love in his eyes and harry still wonders why he was not a sight to look at by Zayn's eyes. Why it was so hard for Zayn to spare a single glance at him, when in his every dream and even in the dreams of his dream there's always one name Zayn in every love language. He would love to write sonnets about him not only in this lifetime but in his every life time, poem with lips and love with eyes. What if his touch is far he would love to drown himself in his warmth.
When he came back with three popcorns in his hands and sat beside Asher harry couldn't stop himself but a small drop of tear left his eyes. It was so small that it got absorbed on his chubby cheeks, jus a small indication that heart is bleeding. His eyes stuck on his face, he was always a shameless fool when it comes to Zayn but how could he stop the desire of his heart, in that dark room no one could judge him that why are you staring at you friend's fiancé and neither his mumma would ask him that why you're ignoring Zayn honey.
It was a romantic movie where the hero was going away waving his hands and his lady was crying with a smile on her lips, though his eyes were never leaving Zayn's face but still he could feel what she was feeling cause in real life his hero was Zayn and he was his lover waiting for him under the moonshine laying on the moon bathed grass. Everything was there, that night and the sound of fireflies, silence and the wave of ocean the smell of lily and home cooked food; sun and moon and rain too but Zayn was not there, he never was. Even in dreams harry get only his faded glance not more than that.
"harry love romantic movies, I'm more into actions though hazz how was it?"
Asher said as soon as the movie ended. Zayn looked at harry cause he was not speaking anything and he has noticed how much he has changed from his childhood. The little harry was bubbly, always running barefoot from his house to Asher's house pleading Zayn to play house with them and that pouty mouth always filled with candies and now this harry won't even utter a word specially in front of him.
Harry looked at Asher and nodded his head. His mind was blurry and gone too far to contemplate what did he asked. They walked for having dinner in near by restaurant and harry was getting sick, every moment was like years it's been just two days since he saw Zayn but it feels like centuries. Doesn't matter he's here or he was far, he was always a star too far from him.
He excused himself from them, making a lie that my friend is calling. Asher didn't buy it but when harry said please he let go of his hand. Zayn walked with Asher, his hand secured around his waist and harry collapsed around the side wall, hiding himself from prying eyes and the gaze of darkness, pushing his tears away and tried to kill his painful sobs before they escape his mouth. But when it was that easy to hide something, he puts his hands on his mouth but it was not enough. The hollowness of chest was not going anywhere. It was a physical pain, not only emotional but in the middle of chest nor right and neither left exactly middle where heart has its most parts.
A notification peep on his phone and a hope that maybe Zayn text him but how could he when he was with him. It was from Asher asking where are you?
How would he tell him that where he is and why he's crying wiping in the lanes of an unknown place. He was betraying his best friend, having thoughts about his fiancé; committing sin after sin. Asher love Zayn like no one else and harry knows that, but his love was also pure jus like first dew of summer and first ray of sun then why loving someone who's already loved my someone else is sin for everyone.
He wiped his tears immediately fumbling with his phone, he has to behave normal till they get married, he has to behave like his heart is not broken and neither he's bleeding and that he never loved Zayn.
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