(A/N: I will be updating the next part after 10 views otay? not that much is it..? 8-10 let's do that bc i don't wanna keep some people waiting so :) i'm too nice okay? ;) this chappie will be also in Harry's point of view and yassss! he meets zayn! let's see what happens.. xx please vote vote vote!)
The next day, about 8 am, I quickly got dressed properly, made sure the information sheet was filled. It came with the flyer. It asked questions like "what is your height?" and in the corner it had I had to be taller than 5 feet, but yes I was. 5'11 actually. But the only thing that scared me was that I had to be 18 or older. I was only 17 at the time. By my deep voice, I did seem older. So I thought it was no problem, I raised my birth date to 1854 instead of 1855. After filling in the application quickly, I stuffed it inside my back pocket and rushed out the house before mother could notice anything. I made my way toward the dock, seeing many bold men. It was very loud, people saying farewells, womans waving their husband's handkerchiefs. I quickly made my way with the future soldiers, walking inside the ship, seeing the men form a straight line. I followed, stiffing up my shoulders like the tall mens did, having my hands to my side. There was an adult in front of us, wearing a blue camo kind of uniform, "I am General Johnson. Now. Being in the Navy, in any army is a big responsibility. Pay attention to every word I say, every word you fellow companion says to save many many lives. This is a serious manner and if anyone, anyone interrupts me, is not faithful enough to be a soldier. You got me? Now hand you papers over to Captain Davis. The other crew workers will hand you your uniform. Tomorrow will be day one, training. You will be sleeping in rooms with assigned roommates. Does everyone understand the role? Wake up at 5 am stat in the morning. Hear me clear?" Everyone said yes in a commanding way, handing over their papers to the workers that are collecting them. To me, this all seemed exciting at first, I didn't know there would be people losing their lives. I took my luggage to the room number that one of the workers handed to me, following the other men that were walking down a hall. Ah, room number 24, there it was. I stepped in, only to be seen by an olive skin toned boy who looked very tired by the expressions he was pulling off on his face. He had his hair shaved, not bald shaved, like a buzzcut. He was shirtless, having his eyes closed as he plopped down on the small bed. It was a bunk bed so he was resting on the bottom bed. He had beautiful tattoos on his chest, his torso, his collarbone, his arms.. wow yes he was the attention grabber indeed. I put my bag down gently, placing the army uniform down on the small wardrobe, "H-hi.." I mumbled softly. "I'm Harry." He slowly opened his eyes to meet up with my green ones. They were hazel, golden. They were so beautiful, I can still remember of how beautiful they looked. He made these kind of butterfly in my stomach. You Know, when you meet a boy at school and you know nothing about him but you just can't stop thinking about him? That's how I felt. "Hey. I'm Zayn." His strong husky voice replied. My heart used to flutter everytime he opened his mouth. He meant so much to me.. Now you may say, but I am a boy, and he's a boy. Well I was confused too about what was going on with me. But there are people who fall in love with the same gender. And one of those people, was me darlings. "You're not hot? I'm sweating like a maniac over here." He said again. I could see the nose peircing he had, wow, just wow I kept thinking inside my head.
"Why? Do you want me to take my shirt off?" I started to take my vest and the nice white shirt I had underneath, feeling a nice cool breeze hit my chest. I too had tattoos, I made them myself with some ink I created and it did seem to work. I love art.. art and singing, they went so well together! I only had two birds on my chest and a key and lock on the side of my hand.
"Did you do them yourself?" Zayn asked, sitting up to rest his head on the wall. The window was open and the view of him and the ocean was the most beautiful thing I've ever seen in my eyes.
"I did, did you do yours by yourself?"
"No, some but my father did most of them."
"I bet your father has a lot of tattoos too huh?" I chuckled.
"No, he was going to but he past away," Zayn shrugged, taking his bag to open it. "But I brought a tattoo gun with me, just in case." He mumbled, showing me the sharp point.
"Do you think you can do some on me?" I asked, deciding to sit next to him.
"How old are you?" He suddenly asked.
"..I'm 18. Why do you ask?" I swallowed hard, mother told me never to lie.. but I had to. I just had to.
"Oh, I'm 19. And well, because you act very cute, child like. I find that very nice." He smiled softly, making millions of flowers bloom inside my stomach.
"Thank you," I fixed my top curls. Top curls because I cut the sides so it was kind of like a curly mohawk, but some of the curls would end up looking like a little bang. "I like you're um.. muscles."
Zayn laughed, showing me a muscle gun, sending me a wink before laughing cutely again, "I like what you did with your hair." He whispered softly. Another thank you was all that came out of my mouth.
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