Pretty Boy

Ten

After waking up Harry decided to stay in the room for awhile. Not wanting to risk seeing Louis. It was quite awkward now that he was thinking about it. Sleeping over at Louis house after they broke up. Can he even call it a break up? He sits there for an hour then hears a knock at the door.

"It's Zayn, I have clothes and Louis' gone out." Harry springs out of bed and answered the bedroom door.

"Thanks Zayn." he says, taking the clothes, "I'm sorry about last night."

"Don't worry about that, but might wanna pull down your dress."

Harry looks down it see his dress pulled up to his waist, leaving his lace cover crouch exposed. Blushing, he pulls it down. He looks up to see if Zayn is gone so he just shuts the door and changes into the clothes brought for him.

The clothes were very different from what he usually wears. Everything was a lot more baggy and boyish. Harry cringed at himself in the mirror. He had to wash off his make-up and now he felt bare and ugly. Harry ghosted his finger across his cheek. His eyes looked sunken, his body drowning in the clothes. Deciding that putting his hair in a pony might help, he looked in the mirror again. Everything still felt wrong.

Pulling his eyes away from the mirror he walked down the stairs, praying Zayn had some breakfast ready. On his way down the stairs he could smell the sugary goodness of waffles.

"Thought some comfort food might be best. " Zayn smiled as Harry sat on one of the stools next to the island.

"You're an angel." Harry said between bites. Zayn just laughed and made himself a plate.

They eat in silence for awhile, nether knowing how to start a conversation. Harry's mind was plagued with thoughts of Louis, starting a conversation was the last thing one his mind.

"Shopping!" Zayn exclaims suddenly "will that help the heartbreak, you like shopping right?"

"Yeah, that would be nice" Harry gives him a weak smile. "Can we stop at my house first, I need my own clothes."

"Sure. " Zayn grins clearing both their plates.

~

Zayn had never felt more uncomfortable in his life. Harry's house was huge compared to his. Everything looked barely touched. The rooms were decorated like something out of a magazine.

"I'll try and be super quick, like only an hour." Harry says running up to his room.

Sitting on the couch awkwardly, Zayn takes in his surroundings. The house didn't look lived in. It felt like a hotel; no pictures of family or Harry as a baby, no personal touches. Zayn felt like he was ruining it by just being inside.

True to his word, Harry came down a hour later. Dressed in ripped black jeans and a white knitted sweater. His eyes were a sparkly grey with a bright inner corner. Slipping on his Vans, Harry turns to Zayn.

"Hurry up slowpoke! " Before walking out of the house.

~

The mall wasn't as busy as Zayn initially thought. First, Harry pulled him into Sephora. It didn't take long for Harry to get Zayn to try on some make-up.

"I don't even know what a highlighter is Harry."

"This one is called Dark Horse, it's going to look so good on you." Harry said it so excitedly Zayn couldn't say no.

"What the fuck does matte mean, you aren't putting that anywhere near my mouth."

"It's going to look so good Zayn. You can have anyone you want." Harry swiped the wand across Zayn's mouth.

"Not anyone." He mumbles sadly. Harry sends him a questioning look.

"I can't get who I want." he continues "They don't want me." Zayn gives Harry a look that tells him not to question it anymore.

Zayn leaves with the makeup on after Harry complains about 'ruining all his hard work'. Next they went into Forever 21. Harry tried on an enormous amount of clothes.

"No Harry you don't look fat." Zayn sighs. Harry continued to come out in similar outfits until Zayn couldn't tell the difference between the clothing anymore. They go to three more stores before Zayn calls for a lunch break.

After picking up a burger for Zayn and fries for Harry, they sit.

"We're friends now, so I think you should tell me about your crush." Harry teases.

"I can't Harry, it's not-" Zayn pauses. "It can't happen." The table turns into a very sad silence.

The rest of the mall trip goes smoothly. Harry leaves with twenty bags, Zayn didn't buy anything but lunch, so he help Harry carry his bags.

In the car Zayn lets Harry blast the aux cord, even though he thinks cringey. Harry sings along to all the songs.

"Tell Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy I want you to spank it while we making love" Harry sings. Zayn just laughs at all his silly dance moves.

~

Zayn drops Harry off and helps carry the bags inside.

"Where are you parents?" Zayn asks offhandedly.

"I have no clue, probably LA for a meeting or Rome for their anniversary." Harry laughs "They'll be home for Christmas."

Zayn hopes the sadness doesn't show on his face. He can't imagine only seeing his family for holidays. He thought about how lonely Harry must be.

"Sit with us at lunch?" Harry says as Zayn walks down the front steps.

"We'll see." Zayn replied with a cheeky smile, then continued to his car.