Snow Boy [Zarry]

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It was almost one in the afternoon, and Zayn had spent the first day of february in his art room.

After a very brief nights sleep, he went back to painting.

He was finished with the sunrise painting, and was getting another canvas ready for a snow scene, involving Harry's cottage.

Just as he began to sketch out the horizon line, he heard his doorbell ring from downstairs.

Zayn rolled his eyes, leaving his art room and going down to answer the door.

When he opened it and saw Niall standing there, he immediately put up his walls.

"I don't want to see you." Zayn said sternly, stepping back to close the door in his face.

"I left my tie here, and I need it." Niall protested, stopping the door with his hand.

"What tie?" Zayn scoffed.

"The one you used to tie me to the bed. I have plans tonight and that tie goes with what I want to wear." Niall explained, wishing Zayn didn't look so attractive in paint stained clothes with messy hair.

"I've most likely thrown it away by now. So, guess you'll have to go without it." Zayn said.

"Nah, I'm sure I can find it. I'll only be a second, I promise." Niall said with a small smile, stepping past Zayn and heading for the stairs.

"No, you're not going through my shit to find some stupid tie. If I find it I'll call you. Now leave." Zayn said sternly, pointing out the door.

Niall stopped on the stairs, looking back at him.

"Why? Don't tell me you've got that twink you met in England upstairs." Niall said.

"What twink?" Zayn frowned.

"The curly haired one you follow on Instagram." Niall clarified.

How did Niall know about Harry? And how did he know Harry had curly hair?

"Have you been stalking me?" Zayn asked, feeling deeply confused.

"Well you're my ex-boyfriend, right? I kinda have to." Niall said with a chuckle before continuing upstairs.

Zayn followed, sighing heavily.

"But d'you have someone up here? S'that why you don't want me to find my tie?" Niall asked, walking towards Zayn's bedroom.

"No. I don't want you in my house anymore." Zayn said coldly.

"And Harry isn't a twink. He's actually pure, unlike you." He added.

"Pure? You call half naked posts on Instagram pure?" Niall scoffed.

"Harry would never post anything like the shit you do." Zayn said, standing in his bedroom doorway as Niall walked over and knelt down, looking under his bed for the tie.

Niall smirked to himself, his eyes landing on the tie.

"Told you I could find it." He said, stretching to reach the tie.

Zayn briefly became distracted by the sight of Niall's ass in the air, but forced himself to look away and check his vibrating phone.

Harry was calling him.

"Hello?" Zayn asked after bringing the phone to his ear.

Niall got the tie, and sat back on his heels, irritated that Zayn wasn't paying attention to him anymore.

"Hi, um, am I bothering you?" Harry asked Zayn.

"No, I'm not busy. What's up?" Zayn asked.

"Well, I was just....about to go to bed and I was thinking about you. I-I mean...not romantically or anything. I just was...w-wondering how you are." Harry struggled to say.