Intersection [ZARRY]

40

“We waited until the end of winter to buy lawn furniture. We’re not going to get to use it much. I like this one.”

Zayn pointed to a long table, chairs and umbrella, all in Earth tones. It sat six people, with a brown, green and beige square pattern on the top.

“I do, too. We should get two of them, though. We both have big families, and we might want to throw parties or something. Since we have a big yard, we should take advantage of it.”

Zayn looked over at his lover. It had been two weeks since the day at his mom’s. They hadn’t had any more incidents with family or friends, but that was probably because they’d mostly kept to themselves.

Zayn went to the shop a couple times, and Harry had been to the restaurant. All his
employees knew he had a boyfriend now, and it had basically been like telling them he had golden brown eyes. No one cared.

He spoke with Doniya a few times over the phone. She wanted him to know she still supported him, and that she’d work on their mom. Other than that, they’d just lived their lives, and Zayn was fucking happy.

“We might not always, though.” Zayn knew what his words meant. He hadn’t planned to say it this way, but the meaning behind them was sincere.

“What do you mean?”

“We’re in the same bed every night. We’re paying for rent on two places.” He shrugged. “It just seems useless.”

Harry grinned. “If we moved into one place, we’d have to share the yard with someone else.”

“Or we could look for a new place.”

“With a big yard to fit two tables?” Harry asked, like a ten-year-old begging for a toy. Zayn laughed.

“Sure. A big yard is nice. We don’t have to rush. It’s the middle of December. The holidays are coming, and this time of year is always crazy. We can plan for the beginning of the summer.”

“A large yard and a live-in chef? Sold. We should start looking soon. And by the way, we’re getting two tables now.”

Zayn rolled his eyes. Damn, he loved his man. Just being around Harry made him happy. Things weren’t perfect. They were still stumbling around in their relationship. But it was worth it.

Harry was worth it.

“Yes, sir. We need to hurry, though. I have to head to work.”

“You can go. If we want this one, I can take care of the rest.” They’d taken Harry’s truck and Zayn’s car so he could head to the restaurant afterward.

“Oh, will you bring me home some of those potatoes I like? The ones with all the stuff in them?”

Zayn let out a loud laugh. “All the stuff, huh? Yeah, I’ll bring them home.”

He didn’t think about what he was doing. Just let himself feel as he leaned in, pressing a quick kiss to Harry’s lips. “I’ll see you tonight—”

“Zayn?”

Zayn tensed at the female voice he would know anywhere. He’d ignored a few phone calls from her in the past month or so, not wanting another episode like they’d had the last time they’d spoken. He knew there wasn’t a chance at avoiding Gigi this time.
He turned toward her.

“Gigi. Hey.” His eyes darted to the man at her side, the one she’d had an affair with during their marriage. Zayn and Gigi’s eyes
locked, neither of them turning away. It was her fiancé who spoke first.

“Hi, I’m Tyler.” He held a hand out to Harry.

“Harry.” They shook hands.

“It’s nice to meet you,” Tyler replied.