Snow Boy [Zarry]

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The next morning, after a few hours of cuddling and getting high, reality started to bother Zayn.

"So....we have a week." He said, looking at Harry.

"Seems like it, yeah." Harry said, turning his head and looking back at Zayn.

The two were laying beside each other on Zayn's bed, coming down from their highs.

"That sucks." Zayn said.

"I know, I-" Harry began, stopping when he heard his phone ringing.

He rolled off of the bed, catching himself on his feet before kneeling down and digging his phone from his pants pocket.

"Hello?"

"Harry? Where are you?" Nick asked.

"How'd you get my number?" Harry asked, sitting back on his heels.

"You gave it to me ages ago. Back when we first started uni together." Nick reminded him.

"Right." Harry said, wishing he'd never done that.

"But I stopped by your house to talk and you're not here." Nick said.

"Yeah, Louis surprised me with plane tickets. I'm in L.A." Harry said.

Nick was quiet for a moment, and Zayn decided to crawl over and look down at his boyfriend.

"Does Mr.Sheeran know?" Nick asked.

"Well....no. But I'm going to tell him soon." Harry said.

"I mean...you randomly leave the country and don't even tell your boss? Do you realize how lucky you are to have been given opportunities like this? You're a dropout but somehow things just magically work out for you." Nick said angrily.

"Look, what I do is my business. Just because you wanted to fuck me and I wouldn't let you doesn't mean you have to act like a little jealous bitch. I can handle myself, and I certainly don't need you, or your opinion in my life." Harry said.

"Hope you get fired." Nick snapped.

"Fuck you." Harry said before he hung up and aggressively shoved his phone back into his pants pocket before pushing them away.

Harry sighed shakily, shifting onto his bum and stretching his legs out in front of him.

"Um, okay what the hell was that?" Zayn asked, sitting up now.

"Just this guy from my past. Doesn't matter." Harry mumbled.

"Yes it does, he tried to have sex with you?" Zayn asked.

"It was before me and you even met, Zayn. He's just a prick I know." Harry said.

A long silence followed.

"I never knew language like that could pass through those pretty lips, kitten." Zayn said softly.

Harry smiled a little, looking up at him.

"Guess this kitten has claws."
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Later that day, while Zayn was making lunch for Harry and himself, Harry called Ed.

He paced while listening to the rings, scared that he was about to lose his job.

The job he'd only had for a month.

"Hello?"

"Hi....um, Mr.Sheeran." Harry said quietly.

"Oh, hi Harry. Call me Ed, remember?" He asked.

"Right. Um....well I was calling to say that I'm back in L.A. B-But I can still take those photos and email them you. I promise." Harry said quickly.