His mother started to say something else, but Zayn didn’t hear it. He was too busy staring at the boy with long, curly hair that was sauntering toward him, seemingly oblivious to the stares of passersby.
The boy wore an outfit that would have been ridiculous on anyone else. A bright pink striped shirt, tight jeans, and sparkly ankle boots. A hat that was somewhere between farmer and fedora. A ring on every finger. Tattoos walking up and down his skin.
It couldn’t be—
"Harry?”
The boy’s eyes met Zayn’s, and lit up.
“Zayn?” He sprinted forward, and Zayn, after muttering a hasty goodbye to his mother, got to his feet and wrapped Harry in a hug.
Harry was still so much taller than him. “What are you doing here?”
“Flying home, same as you, I’m guessing.” Harry said.
“You go to UT?”
“Nah, there was a music festival we wanted to hit up.” Harry said, tapping his guitar case.
Zayn raised an eyebrow. “We? So you and Louis are--”
Harry held up his ring finger, indicating a simple silver band, remarkably less gaudy than the jewels adorning the rest of his fingers.
“You got married?” Zayn squeaked. “When? Why didn’t you invite me?”
“It was all sort of last minute.” Harry admitted. “We were very drunk.”
Zayn narrowed his eyes. “Are you happy?”
Harry grinned, and Zayn could tell he meant it. He still had that same moony glow on his face, like he was the main character in a romance movie.
“Yeah. But I’m definitely not looking forward to facing my mom.”
Zayn laughed. “Oh my God. She’s gonna kill you.”
Harry nodded solemnly. “I’m using Gemma as a human shield. She promised to be there when we tell her.”
“Well, congratulations, I guess.” Zayn said.
“I guess you could say it was the best drunken mistake I’ve ever made.” Harry said.
Zayn looked around. “Where is he now?”
Harry shrugged. “He ran to the bathroom for a second. Actually.”
He pulled a cellphone out of his impossibly tight jeans (A/N- *sigh* Harry!) . “He should be back by now.” He typed out a text, then sat down in the chair next to Zayn.
“So, what’s going on with you? What are your Christmas plans? I mean, I know you don’t celebrate Christmas, but--”
“I’m going to New York.” Zayn said.
Harry raised his eyebrows. “New York?”
“Yeah. I have things to do.” Zayn said, trying to think of a convincing lie. If Harry knew he was planning on being alone, he would probably kidnap him and drag him into whatever he and Louis were doing.
Being allergic to solitude himself, Harry couldn’t understand why someone would want to spend any time alone.
Worse, Harry was completely oblivious as to how truly nauseating it could be to be around him and Louis for an extended period of time. They had never seemed to graduate out of the honeymoon phase.
Zayn was happy for his friends, but the last thing he needed was to be third-wheeled over Christmas.
“Who are you seeing?” Harry asked.
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