Secrets [Zarry]

"Off with some girl."

Harry could finally breathe again after his journal was back in his hands.

He was able to dig it out of the lost and found box without anyone seeing him, thankfully.

He walked home with a small smile on his face, spending the rest of the day enjoying his alone time.

Later that week on Thursday, he was assigned a paper to write for his French class.

He was supposed to write about himself, friends, family and his interests all in French.

Harry remembered doing a similar project in high school, which made this whole thing feel even more pointless.

Google Translate was about to become his best friend.

"Harry!" Zayn called as he jogged towards him, seeming to have appeared out of nowhere.

"Oh, hi. You have a morning class too?" Harry smiled, his heart fluttering at the way Zayn made the effort to come see him.

"Ja, mache ich." Zayn said, making a strange face.

"What was that?" Harry chuckled.

"Most likely wrong. But, yeah I'm taking German." He smiled, adjusting his beanie.

Harry smiled as well, looking at his feet.

The wind swept some of his curls into his face, which he brushed away and tucked behind his ear, daring to raise his eyes and look at Zayn.

"You're wearing your hair down again." Zayn commented quietly.

"Yeah." Was all Harry could say, hating how shy he was being.

He'd started wearing it down now more since Zayn had complimented him. 

"So what class are you taking?" Zayn asked.

"Français." Harry replied, perfecting the accent.

"Cool." Zayn smiled some, glancing at Harry's lips.

Harry noticed this, internally panicking.

What did it mean?

Was it just a glance or was there intention behind it?

Was Zayn gay?

Harry hated to assume things about people but Zayn was really testing him.

He felt a blush quickly spread across his cheeks, looking away just as Zayn made eye contact.

"Are you free right now?"

"As an American? I'm told I am but lately I'm not so sure it's true." Harry replied.

Zayn smiled, giving him a look and shaking his head. "Are you available?"

Harry swallowed, knowing he was blushing worse now.

"Well, I have a paper to write. It's due next week I-I should probably get started." He stuttered.

"Okay. I was going to ask if you wanted to um, maybe come over for lunch. My mom brought more food again and Liam and I can't eat it all." Zayn said.

"Oh. Well that doesn't sound too bad."

"What did you think I was going to ask you to do? Skin people?" Zayn asked.

"No, no I just- um, I wasn't trying to be like that, I-"

"It's okay. C'mon." Zayn chuckled, turning and walking off.

Harry took a deep breath, following him.

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"Where's Liam?" Harry asked after they got to the apartment and he saw Liam wasn't there.