Snow (Zarry AU)

Part 20

Folding clothes has never been his favourite thing to do, but Zayn knows it's the only way he'll get his things to fit in his suitcase. Doniya is off helping their sisters pack, which leaves him alone in their room.

There are things worse than rejection. He should know, because he's been through one of them, although it feels more the other way around; like it went straight through him. Becoming a different person is inevitable, like he's been taught many times.

But there is a difference. Louis forced him through a change, one he wasn't counting on. It went like a car slipping on ice. Zayn didn't know which way to turn the wheel, and when it finally stopped and he stood still, he promised himself he'd never get in a car again.

Fat load of good that did.

No, but Harry is different. He never forced Zayn into anything and has always been there to offer his help, which is what Zayn needs again. Without Harry's directions, he doesn't know where to start. The frustrating part about that? Harry doesn't know Zayn needs them. Not these specific ones.

Zayn drops his thoughts when there's knocking on the door, leaving a shirt half folded on the bed as he goes to answer the door.

It's Harry, and he's holding a sweater. "Hey."

"Hi," Zayn says, stepping back to let him in. "Did I forget something?"

"Sort of?" he starts hesitatingly. "I thought you should have this." He holds out the sweater and when Zayn takes it he sees it's Harry's favourite blue knitted one.

"But this is your favourite." Zayn doesn't understand.

"I know, that's why you should have it. It's not me, but it's the next best thing, until I can like, come over." Harry pauses. "The weekends should be fine, unless you're too busy?"

And these are just the directions Zayn needs.

"Wait, so you wanna...keep going?"

Harry gives him a confused look. "Of course. What, you don't?"

"I do! I just thought, eh- nevermind." Zayn suddenly feels so stupid, especially when Harry starts laughing.

"You thought I wasn't being serious about this or something?" he asks, stepping forward so he can tilt Zayn's chin up, who just shrugs and averts his gaze from Harry's eyes.

Zayn looks at him. "Maybe."

"Let me clear this up." He takes a deep breath. "Do you want to be my boyfriend?"

Never did Zayn expect he would be so sure of something. "Yes."

"That's settled, then," Harry concludes before leaning in and kissing Zayn. The sweater falls to the ground as Zayn loops his arms around Harry's neck and presses himself up against him. It feels like new beginnings and hope and happiness.

So with Harry he has a clean slate, a blank canvas, and together they will make the best work of art the world has ever seen.

That's it for this one, people. Thank you so much for the support! Every single one of you deserves a medal!

To happy endings! xxx <3

Dedication: @Londonrunaway