Snow Boy [Zarry]

*26*

"You know, I never thought I'd see you again." Liam said to Louis, sitting across from him.

"Yeah, weird." Louis smiled, glancing over Liam's chest and biceps.

Damn.

Louis was proud to have been fucked by this bloke.

Liam chuckled. "So um, you're from England?"

"Yeah, I'm flying back tonight actually. I've got work." Louis nodded.

"Oh." Liam said, his heart sinking a little.

"That's a shame. I was thinking of...maybe going out later, and Zayn won't get off of his boyfriend long enough to go with me." Liam said.

"Get off of?" Louis echoed.

"Yeah. They're all over each other. You stay here, you must know that." Liam chuckled.

"I do." Louis said quietly, trying not to think about Zayn slowly destroying Harry's innocence.

"But...what does all of this have to do with me?" Louis asked with a playful smile.

"Come with me. We'll dance again." Liam smirked.

"But I've got work tomorrow. I can't miss it, I'll lose my job. Then my house." Louis said.

"C'mon, you can't miss one more day for one more night?" Liam asked.

"I'll buy your plane ticket. Just come with me tonight." He said.

Louis stared at him. "I'm assuming you'll be buying the drinks tonight too?"

"Of course. And...depending on where the night goes maybe I'll be buying you breakfast tomorrow morning." Liam said, making Louis' heart race.

"You think you're clever, don't you?" Louis chuckled.

"Well, you're blushing pretty badly...so yeah." Liam smiled confidently.

Louis just then noticed how hot his face felt, and he laughed, looking at his lap.

"Fine. I'll go dancing with you." He smiled.
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The next day, Zayn had to wake Harry early so the two of them could pack up his painting and get to the art show.

Zayn had already been up for a while, and decided to let Harry sleep mainly because he looked cute all curled up in Zayn's bed, his messy curls covering everything but his pursed lips.

But now Zayn was running out of time.

"Hey," He said softly, nudging Harry a little.

"No." Harry mumbled, burrowing beneath the covers.

"C'mon kitten. The art show is in a few hours and we have a pretty lengthy drive ahead of us." Zayn said.

"Go without me." Harry said, smiling to himself as he felt Zayn lay on top of him.

"No, I want you to come." Zayn said, clinging to him, resting his head on the lump beneath the covers that felt like Harry's shoulder.

"Why?" Harry asked.

"So I can show off one work of art on canvas, and the other in human form." Zayn said softly.

Harry blushed, grinning. "Get off of me so I can kiss you."

Zayn chuckled, getting off of him and sitting up.

Harry sat up as well, pushing the covers out of the way and moving close to Zayn.

He kissed him firmly, smiling out of the kiss when Zayn slid his arms around him.

"Get up and get dressed, I need your help." Zayn said, kissing Harry's cheek as he released him and got up.

Harry sighed, falling back down into bed.

Zayn sighed as well, lifting him into his arms and carrying Harry to his own bedroom to get dressed.

"Easy!" Harry laughed after Zayn tossed him on the bed.

"Get dressed." Zayn chuckled.

"Fine." Harry huffed, getting up and going over to his closet.

He chose to wear a plain tank top and skinny jeans, posing in front of the mirror in his room and taking a picture of himself.

It'd been weeks since he posted anything on Instagram, so he chose to post the photo.

Seconds later, someone commented.

Less clothes next time, baby x

Harry was shocked by the comment, and went to the man's profile to investigate and try to identify him.

But Harry didn't know him.

However, he did look familiar.

He was one of the people who randomly followed him the day Harry posted the jumper photo.

"Harry! I need your help!" He heard Zayn call from his art room.

But Harry had trouble moving.

He didn't want to be seen as some sort of internet slut.

He didn't want to be like Niall.

Harry quickly deleted the photo, and deleted every full body photo of himself too.

He hadn't meant for things to go this far.

In the beginning all he wanted was for Zayn to want him.

"What're you doing?" Zayn asked, suddenly right behind Harry, making the smaller boy flinch and almost drop his phone.

"N-Nothing. Just...checking my messages and stuff." Harry lied.

"On Instagram? Niall isn't bothering you again is he?" Zayn asked.

"No, I unfollowed him and blocked him ages ago." Harry said.

"So who was messaging you?" Zayn asked, wondering why Harry was acting so strange.

"Nobody. I just...." Harry trailed off, feeling cornered.

"I was deleting photos of myself." He admitted.

Zayn frowned slightly. "Why?"

"Because this guy commented on a photo I posted of myself a few minutes ago and said less clothes next time, baby." Harry said, looking down at his feet.

Zayn raised his eyebrows.

"I feel like I'm seen as some sort of...I don't know, like Niall or something and I don't want to be seen that way. So I deleted any full body pictures." Harry explained.

"I thought attention was what I wanted but...now I honestly feel sick after reading that." He said sadly.

"Hey, listen, don't let some pervert bring you down, kitten. And you'll always have my attention, okay?" Zayn asked.

"Good. Your attention and the attention of someone who wants to give me a job is the only attention I want." Harry said.

Zayn kissed Harry's forehead, hugging him tightly.

"Maybe your next post can be of us. And if some pervert says something about you, I can kill him." Zayn suggested ever so casually.

Harry chuckled, burying his face in Zayn's neck.

"But you're perfect, and you're nothing like Niall. You have the right to post whatever you want. But if you want to take sexy pictures...send them to me, don't post them. You're mine." Zayn said softly.

"Okay." Harry smiled, their lips meeting in a brief kiss as Zayn let him go.

"Now finish getting dolled up and come help me get this painting into the car." Zayn said, giving Harry a good smack on the ass before he left the room.

Harry blushed, smiling to himself and looking for his shoes.