A.M. ↠ zarry AU

lovely

love·ly

/ˈləvlē/

adjective

exquisitely beautiful.

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Harry could feel his eyelids getting heavy and tried to shake the sleep from his head. Before saying that it was about time that he left, Zayn beat him to it and rolled off the bed, grabbing his clothes and got dressed again. "Same time tomorrow?" Harry asked while fixing up his last button of his shirt.

"Yea," Zayn handed him his phone. "Put your number in. I'll call you and let you know if the time changes."

To something more normal? Harry thought and he smiled at that.

Normal.

There was nothing normal about any of this.

"Your money's on the table." Zayn said putting on his blazer, looking perfectly put together - like he hadn't just gotten the life fucked out of him. "Oh, and you haven't been drinking tonight, have you?"

"No?" He chuckled and folded his arms, "Why?" Zayn checked his various blazer pockets until he found what he was looking for. He tossed a pair of keys at Harry and upon inspection, realised that it was his car keys. "My car!" Harry beamed, although fatigued. "Uhm, what was wrong with it?"

"Just needed a new battery," Zayn answered fixing his collar. "The old one was supposed to be replaced a good while back." He smiles at a blushing Harry who looks at the floor.

"Yeah...thanks.. How much was it?"

"Don't worry about it." Zayn says, getting out his own car keys and taking his phone back from Harry. "It's downstairs in the underground parking."

Harry so desperately wanted to ask where it was that he was going. Did he have a husband to get back to, boyfriend, girlfriend, wife? He hadn't paid much attention to Zayn's left hand to try and spot a wedding band and he mentally slapped himself for it.

It was currently 03:20. Could whoever Zayn was going back really need him back at this time?

"Thank you." Harry said with a genuine appreciation for his car finally getting sorted out.

"Come here," Zayn smiled and beckoned Harry with two fingers. He moved towards him and Zayn cupped his face.

Harry's hand immediately held onto Zayn's left hand. After a sweet peck he looked down and saw a gold wedding band around his left ring finger.

There's your answer, Styles.

Zayn smiled at Harry and let his hand slowly fall down his smooth cheek before he turned and walked out of the bedroom door. Again, Harry heard the soft click of the door and knew Zayn was gone. Biting his lip he slid on his boots and walked out of the room.

There, in the lounge, in the middle of the coffee table was his payment waiting for him, another grand under his belt.

***

"So it looks like he's going to become a regular of yours?"

"Yea, I think so." Harry nodded and spoke with a mouth full of chicken chow mein.

Harry had taken Liam to his favourite Chinese restaurant he had found when he first moved to LA a couple of months back.

"Well, as long as he keeps paying you as well as he does."

"Mm," Harry nodded, "Thousand bucks is probably like simple pocket change for him anyway."

Liam chuckled at that. "Well good, hopefully you'll be out of your little apartment and can send some money home to your family."