✔ King and Queen [Zarry Three Shot AU] ✔

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Black coat covering her whole body, she walked to the door of the Malik Household. She had been waiting for so long, it was like her card would never be the one but finally, it was about time. Her black hair was free and it reached her lower back. She was about 5'11 with a very red lip. Her smile would either make you fall in love with her, or be scared for the rest of your life. Her blue eyes glistening when she rang the doorbell and just waited.

Patricia Malik opened the door. She was cleaning her hands on a piece of cloth, which was almost covered in flour. "Yes?" Patricia asks with a smile and tries not to judge her mysterious family killer outfit. "Hello," The lady who would be about 40 years of old said. "My name is Lori Hart. I'm here to meet Zayn Malik."

"Oh, he's not here." Patricia said with a frown. "How do you know my son, Lori Hart?"

"Well, we haven't really talked in... 20 years I think?" Lori said with her perfect smile. "I'm very excited to meet him again. I still remember him clear in my head. Black hair, chubby cheeks and a mischievous grin. The moment we met, I knew he would be the one."

Patricia's face was pale by now. "Excuse me?" She asks. "Don't be so surprised, Mrs. Malik." Lori said with a straight face. "The power that your boy has, I am the reason behind it."

*

Zayn always had this warm, fuzzy feeling when he would bite into the chocolate cakes that his mother would make on his or his sister's birthdays. The taste, the feeling of it made Zayn so happy that he would eat, eat and eat till he was chocking on it, but he would never regret it.

It's the same feeling right now. But, it's not his mother's amazing chocolate cake. It's Harry's lips. They're on his bike in the middle of nowhere. There are some trees around which offer a great shade and there's a gas station at a close distance, Zayn can see it but they're a little far from that. They're sat on Harry's bike which is parked in the middle of what he thinks is some very huge trees which lead to the dense woods.

Zayn could feel the cool metal of the bike handles around his lower back but he does not give a fuck about it. Harry is pressing closer to him, their hands are intertwined and he's squeezing them tightly. They're kissing, and kissing, and kissing until Zayn has to move away for catching his breath. Harry's thumb traces his bottom lip carefully before offering him a big smile which showed off his dimples proudly.

"So," Harry said. "I just need you to know that I really like you. I've had my eyes on you ever since I saw you on my couch. Or, um, Louis' couch since he bought it. Anyways, I don't want to let you go. I just... I need you. Fuck, I just really need you." Zayn's heart was hammering against his chest like some hard rock was going on and he was dying.

Harry was looking at him. Just looking, green eyes staring into those brown ones with something other than lust which Zayn is struggling to pick up. Their faces were still so close to each other and Harry's hands were around his waist. Well, just one of his hands. The other one held his hand, intertwined tightly. Almost like a promise.

"I like you too, Harry." Zayn replied with a smile, his hand on Harry's shoulder. "I probably like you way more than you'll like me. I'm in love with you and I don't care if you aren't I'll just—"

Harry's lips were back on his. They weren't kissing hungrily like they had been for the past hour but he was kissing him slowly. Moving his lips lazily but happily against Harry's, trying not to smile and break the kiss like an idiot. He has known this guy for about a month and a half and he's so in love with this dork, he hates it. But that's something else to worry about.