Snow Boy [Zarry]

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-A few weeks later-
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After almost three weeks of adjusting to L.A., Harry began to think about why he was really here.

Other than Zayn, he was here for photography.

So, other than taking the occasional photo of himself, or sneaking one of Zayn while he wasn't paying attention, Harry began to take more nature photos.

Nature being Zayn's back garden until Zayn agreed to drive him somewhere to take better pictures.

"It's probably the hottest day of the week, so this shows I care." Zayn told Harry as Harry looked through the closet where he put his clothes.

"You'll probably just sit in the car in the air conditioning." Harry scoffed, smiling back at Zayn who stood in the doorway.

Surprisingly, Zayn was dressed and ready to go before Harry was.

"You're right." Zayn said, lighting a cigarette.

"I'll be downstairs." He added, walking off.

Harry continued to dig through his clothes, finding a blue crop top amongst all of his other shirts.

He held the top out, wondering if he should wear it or not.

This, and maybe a tight pair of black jeans.

Harry smiled to himself, taking his pajamas off and putting the crop trop on.

He hopped around the room working himself into his jeans next, then found a pair of blue converse that would match his top.

Harry shook his curls out, brushing his fringe to the side and getting his camera.

Zayn was downstairs stretched out on the couch, taking lazy drags from his cigarette while he waited for Harry.

He sat up as he saw Harry coming downstairs, Harry's flat stomach being the first thing he noticed.

"Ready?" Harry smiled.

"Uh, yeah." Zayn said, trying to sound casual while looking at Harry's legs in those jeans when Harry wasn't paying attention.

He followed Harry outside, watching Harry go down the steps.

Zayn looked toward the sky, mentally telling himself that it was just a crop top and jeans.

He needed to calm down, and think clean thoughts.

"Can we go to the coast first?" Harry asked after the two of them got in Zayn's car.

"First? Where else are we going?" Zayn asked, looking at Harry.

Harry smiled innocently, lifting his camera to hide his face.

"I can't drive you all over the state of California." Zayn chuckled.

"Why not?" Harry asked, putting his camera back down.

"California is a huge state, first of all. And second...I don't want to." Zayn spoke honestly.

"Fine. The coast then maybe a smaller city?" Harry asked.

"I can do that." Zayn said, backing out of the driveway.
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"I can't do this." Zayn muttered to himself, beginning to sweat from the heat.

"Harry can we go now?" He almost whined, sat on the hood of his car in an abandoned parking lot while Harry walked around and took pictures of the buildings.

They'd already been down to the water, where Harry took dozens of pictures.

A few of them had Zayn in them, even though he had protested and held his hand up to block the camera.