Snow Boy [Zarry]

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"Had enough of L.A. for one day?" Zayn chuckled, noticing how tired Harry looked as they walked down the pier.

"I thought we were in Santa Monica." Harry said, feeling confused.

"We are. And there's a little place over there to get ice cream. D'you want some?" Zayn asked, tired of walking also.

"That sounds great." Harry said, feeling like he hadn't eaten anything in years.

When in reality it'd been a few hours.

"You choose somewhere to sit. What kind of ice cream do you want?" Zayn asked.

"Just vanilla. But I like the cones, not the little dishes." Harry specified.

"Sure thing." Zayn chuckled before he turned and walked off.

Harry walked over to a table near the edge of the pier, wanting a good view of the beach and the water.

After sitting down, he sighed, feeling his phone vibrating in his pocket.

He took it out, seeing that Louis was calling.

"Hi." Harry answered, remembering how emotional their goodbye was at the airport.

He'd never seen Louis cry before.

"So you're still alive. I mean, I could certainly tell from your Instagram posts but you never called me, Harry." Louis snapped.

"Oh." Harry said, biting his lip.

"I'm sorry, I was really jet lagged and I just-"

"Are you okay, though?" Louis interrupted.

"Was 'til you called and yelled at me." Harry mumbled.

"I didn't yell, Harry. Not saying I won't, but I didn't. Not yet. Just please be careful, and text me, yeah? I worry." Louis said.

"Yes Lou." Harry droned.

Louis sighed, hanging up just before Zayn arrived.

"Thanks." Harry said, taking his ice cream from Zayn, who sat across from him with just a bottle of water.

"You alright?" Zayn asked, glancing at Harry's phone on the table.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I'll just have to never forget to text Louis again." He said with a quiet sigh.

"Oh, did he bitch at you?" Zayn asked with an amused smile.

"A little, yeah." Harry chuckled.

"But it doesn't matter." Harry convinced himself, focusing on his ice cream.

It did matter, but Harry wasn't going to be upset by it.

"Hey, why didn't you bring your camera?" Zayn asked, noticing that it wasn't hanging from Harry's neck like usual.

"Oh, um," Harry began, knowing he couldn't tell Zayn that he didn't bring his camera because he was pretending this was a date.

"I just forgot it." He lied, licking his ice cream.

"That's not very photographer like of you." Zayn pointed out.

"I guess not." Harry smiled before licking his ice cream again.

Zayn became distracted, watching Harry's tounge glide across the creamy surface before disappearing between his plump lips.

Zayn found himself biting his lip as he watched, his mind beginning to fill with dirty thoughts.

"But we'll go out again, right?" Harry asked, tilting his head a little.

"Sure, yeah." Zayn nodded, making himself look away.