Once in a lifetime

Chapter 7 Aliens

After few days of almost not leaving his apartment to any other place than the gallery, Zayn finally had everything set up for the show. He had ordered the sunflowers to his heart content and the wines they will be serving. He sat on his living, breathing freely again. It was about time for him to hit up on Harry. He spent around ten minutes thinking what to say and how to say it, to end up sending a smiley poop and a cool face emojis to him. He laughed nervously at his own inability to come up with an acceptable text.

Luckily, Harry seemed to be as socially awkward as himself and replied with another smiley poop and an Edvard Munch the Scream emoji along with a phrase: Who's this?

Z: I'm an alien.

H: D'you come in peace?

Z: Depends.

H: On what?

Z: Are you an alien too?

H: I might or might not be one. How does that affect this interaction?

Z: If you are, we can take over this world together.

Z: If you ain't, I can just take over your body and control the world myself, using you, yeah?

H: Shit, that sounds like serious stuff. Might as well just accept I am an alien too.

Z: What colour of alien are you?

H: Huh?

Z: Your skin what colour is it?

This was by far one of the most random and funniest conversations either of them had ever had. Harry was still at his office, laughing like a maniac and Zayn was still on his living, wondering how two human beings could be as strange as they were. He digs it though; he appreciated Harry a whole lot more.

H: Must you know my alien colour?

Z: Yeah, it'll tell me a very important thing.

H: I'll tell but don't share it, okay? It's green.

Z: Green? I like it then.

H: Why is that?

Z: Because I'm yellow, and green and yellow go great together, or so I was told.

At that, Harry cracked so hard. He had no idea where all that came from, but he enjoyed it very much. It killed the anxiety generated when he saw the incoming message from Zayn.

He had been itching to get in touch with him but held back, now Zayn wrote him and had him all jittery because it seemed to him like he was flirting. Was he? So hard to tell, so he reread the last text and grinned at the reference of the day they met. Had it been that important for Zayn as it was for him? Had he made the same everlasting impression on Zayn as he did to Harry? He rushed to reply, to see where that conversation would take them. Seeing this silly side of Zayn, on messages, is something he never expected. Now he had a bit more data, Zayn likes alien stuff and sees himself as one, even if just kidding.

H: To that I must agree, is one of my favourite colour combinations, you certainly give yellow vibes.

Zayn replied with a bunch of yellow and green hearts before doble downing asking him how he was doing.

H: M'well, thank you. You? How did the artist thing go?

Z: I'd love to tell you 'bout that, in person though. You up for maybe dinner tonight or coffee tomorrow?

Harry could literally feel the jump his heart made. That was certainly not a date, was it? It was just a normal mate request to hang out. Right? He decided to play cool, not looking too eager.