Switching Bodies *2024 update*

07.

"I'm sorry if I intruded, on something... important," Harry mumbled, cautiously staring Zayn in the eyes. Zayn's heartbeat lessened somewhat; and his held breath released in washed over relief. Harry hadn't heard them.

The cool breezes felt lighter, and Zayn could feel the sweat forming underneath his lower lip, the nipping cold swiping at it. He made a swift move to wipe it, his fingers losing the initial tremble. 

Zayn smiled, teeth showing, "You didn't Harreh," he chuckled. He grinned widely at his younger band mate, and for the millionth time wondered on the boy. Harry was an odd one, and without realising it the lad could scare you shitless, and the next moment have you loving him. He was definitely an interesting one; hence why Zayn enjoyed his simple company at stressful moments.

Harry's lips barely curled at the corners, and it seemed he was attempting at what they called a 'smile'. Zayn's mood suddenly hardened, his initial relief; short lived.

The raven-haired lad sighed deeply, leaning against the frame of the railing. The cool metal pressed against his spine and lower back, emitting chilling coldness through his thin shirt. The sun's rays bounced against both boys, lighting their features, getting them to subconsciously squint under the pouring light.

Zayn blinked once, loving the soft breeze that kissed his cheeks delicately. His eyelids crinkled, and he forced a brief smile. "Are you alright, mate? What did you wanna see me 'bout?"

"Yeah, peachy," the green-eyed boy brought his hand to rest over his temple, rubbing soft circles. Harry's other hand seemed grounded in thick mud, deep locks, that he was trying to keep at bay under the soft caressing winds. The longer waves flew over his forehead, tickling the smooth skin. 

Zayn watched, and noticed his younger band mate's struggle in finding the right words. He ran a hand through his own jet black hair, loving the feeling the day's atmosphere was giving him. The day was simply perfect, yet it seemed there was eerie tension in the air, smothering them in unexplained anxiety. The situation seemed ironic, and he felt a sense of déjà vu overthrow his rapid, changing thoughts. Gulping at the thought, Zayn moved to distract himself.

"What's up?" he dug slowly, on the matter. Harry could be sensitive, and he'd need a little help opening up on what was troubling him, and Zayn would aid him in that, letting the younger gather his thoughts.

"I just wanted to ask if you'd cover for me." Harry blurted out. His rich lashes pressed against the skin beneath his eyes, and he almost pinched himself for being so abrupt. Taking a breath, he continued in a softer voice, "I-I mean, I understand completely if you can't, it's okay if-" he rambled on. Harry's arms crafted out odd shapes, and Zayn hid an exuberant smile; soon, however, he pondered on what Harry was asking for.

Lifting an eyebrow, Zayn watched him curiously. Harry had never really asked to leave, and this was unexpected. Not one had Harry missed out on any dates. Even on the days he wasn't feeling his best, he came in with a running nose and croaky voice, refusing any rest. It came to a point the boys and their supporting management had to restrain the young lad to his room in order to keep him for worsening his health. Harry had always been a passionate one, and this change in attitude came as a bit of a shock to Zayn. "Yeah, ah.. sure. But why? Do you want to like spend a day free? Family coming over?"

"No, I need to get a checkup. I've been feeling a bit sick."

Another shock. This day seemed to be full of those.

Zayn pushed off the railing looking Harry up and down. He noticed the hunched over posture, slight paleness, and deep red nose. Harry also seemed to be favouring his stomach region, and temples. The boy looked exhausted and tired, and so, so done. Zayn hid a small frown. He hadn't noticed, and later he'd congratulate Harry on his good acting skills, but now he just wanted to pull the boy into a quick, comforting hug. Zayn muffled a soft, 'oh harry', genuinely shaking his head at the boy's sincerity.