One-Shots ⇒ z.m.

[Zarry] - Knight in Shining Armor

Summary: What if Harry is straight, or so he thinks, but Zayn is in love with him. And one night Zayn is helping Harry studying or something and Harry convinces Zayn to go swimming and they like start making out.

Word count: 2,943

A/N: I might have lied to a certain princess that I'm too tired enough to post our latest one-shot offering. HAHAHAHA. I love you so much, Niki! Sometimes you don't have to be gullible and believe every word I say. LOL. HAHA. You'll always be my princess so I can never resist you or disobey you when you practically force me to post this. Anyway, this is another one-shot coming from me and my princess, @Tommogirl98 (mobile is being sht again and won't tag you ughh why) I hope you like this! All the love! :*

And oh, the next chapter for His Silent Cry will be out tomorrow so stay tuned! -Milesss

Warnings: Fluff, smut, SUPER DISORGANIZED WRITING C/O ME OBVIOUSLY BECAUSE I'M A SHIT WRITER AND NOT NIKI BECAUSE SHE'S GREAT HIHI. Hope you still enjoy!

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Emerald green eyes.

Luscious chocolate curls.

Bright infectious smile.

Harry Edward Styles.

He was an epitome of a true angel, sent by the heavens to bless people.

Especially his best friend, Zayn. Who by the way is also head over heels in love with him.

But as the old cliché goes, "You can't always get what you want,".

Zayn wants Harry, but Harry would never want Zayn.

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"Zayn I'm tired of studying..." Harry complained. "Let's go swimming."

"Harry, you know I can't." Zayn whined.

"Oh we can stay in the shallow end. Pleeeaasee" Harry pouts, and Lord knows Zayn cannot resist when Harry pulls of the puppy face card.

He avoids Harry's gaze for a minute, nodding his head in obvious defeat.

"Yes! Go change now, Zaynie!" Harry scampers to his own closet to pull of his own pair of swimming trunks.

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Zayn stood at the edge of the pool as Harry jumped in. "Come on Zaynie."

Zayn took a deep breath, but didn't movie. Harry rolled his eyes and pulled Zayn in, making the smaller boy scream in terror.

He held unto his curly friend for dear life, his obvious fear of water manifesting in all of his features.

"Shh, Zaynie, calm down love," Harry cooes, but to little effect.

"Sc-scared, H-haz," Zayn stutters out with tears leaking from his eyes.

Zayn showed no signs of calming down as Harry found himself staring at the other lad's beautiful features.

"Zayn." Harry breathed out. Zayn was literally shaking as he looked up at the tall lad he clung to. Without thinking, Harry grabbed Zayn from behind  the neck, bringing their lips together.

All Zayn's fears seemed to melt away as he kissed Harry back, wrapping his arms around his neck, and going limp in his arms.

It was like an alarm going off at Harry's side as he pushed Zayn away. He immediately ran into the house, completely forgetting that he left Zayn at the far deep end and that he couldn't swim at all.