You (Zarry AU)💚💛

You and only you

"What the fuck? Harry? What are you doing here?" Zayn asked.

"I work here. What are you doing here? Where is your gun? Why did you enter a random business in the middle of the night?" Harry asked back to back.

"I... don't have a gun. What do you mean you work here? I... own this business," Zayn said surprised.

"Why did you say you had a gun? Wait what? Do you own the store? That's not true, Niall Horan owns it," Harry said.

"I... thought you were a thief or something," Zayn said. "Erm... Niall is my business partner. He manages this store," he continued.

"What? No... why? You live in London, you don't have anything... why?" Harry asked.

"You work here? How? I thought you... I need to sit down," Zayn said and did so, taking out a cigarette and lit it up.

"You can't smoke here, the books..." Harry said and Zayn just glared at him.

"All right... erm...I... I just started to work here more than a month ago," Harry explained.

"You had?... Of course, you had. This is the universe mocking me," Zayn chuckled. "You're the new employee that helped Niall with all of this, don't you?" He continued.

"Ye-yes. But, I swear I didn't know that ... that this store was yours. I- I needed a job... erm and I applied," Harry explained.

"Holy shit, why Harry? Why do you appear in my life now?" Zayn asked.

"Erm... Zayn, I'm... sorry. I really am," Harry said.

"No, you're.... not... and, I'm gonna kill Niall, I swear to God," Zayn said gritting his teeth.

"Hey, don't, he... probably doesn't know and he did it to help me. I really needed the job, but I understand. I'll hand over my resignation tomorrow," Harry said grabbing his coat and luggage to leave the place.

"Hey, no, wait. You don't have to do that. I... I, you can stay, I mean, it's your job," Zayn said.

"I... I don't want to impose. I can get another thing," Harry said looking around. He really liked being at this place and he'd never thought, that Zayn owned it nevertheless.

"It's... alright. It's been a while and I... I don't even live here though," Zayn said exhaling the smoke. He was shaking and his voice was trembling.

"Thanks, Zayn. You were always so generous with me. Erm I see you haven't quit smoking though," Harry said trying to break the awkward situation and sat in front of him.

"Hard to quit. Erm... you let your hair grow, you look good," Zayn couldn't help to say.

He was always perfect before Zayn's eyes. "He looks even more handsome now," he thought.

"Thanks, you don't look bad yourself. A supermodel huh?" Harry said chuckling.

"You know? Erm yeah, not bad. I have deep pockets now," he said smiling at him remembering the conversation they had in the past.

"I know," Harry said looking at him. He observed his perfect features, he looked exactly like his dream. His stubble suited him perfectly and he still has that sweetness in his eyes.

"Erm, so, you are... are back in town?" Zayn asked.

"Ye-yes. I... came back," Harry said looking down. He didn't know if he should tell him the truth. It won't change anything now. He had a new life and he was engaged.

After a few minutes of silence, they broke it.

"Why did you leave the country? Harry asked.
"Why did you forget that I existed? Zayn said at the same time.