It’s nothing. That’s all he’s been telling himself since he left Zayn’s house, what he tells himself every time he touches his cheek and expects to find a mouth-shaped scar. It’s nothing.
But Harry can’t sleep thinking about it, about how Zayn reached for his hands when he came, covering them with his own as he said Harry’s name through his teeth – Harry, not Nathan – then held him until their breathing had aligned. He should have turned around when Zayn stepped back. He should have turned around. He should have just taken his face in his hands and kissed him. Why didn’t he kiss him?
Harry gives up trying to sleep just after 5 a.m. and goes to the 24-hour Tesco on the corner, suddenly desperate for a raisin croissant. He buys two and milk and when he sees that the morning papers have been delivered, he goes to grab a copy of the Guardian. He doesn’t know why he looks up, but he must have caught a glimpse of Zayn, because there he is, on the cover of OK! magazine and Harry drops the pint of milk.
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