Secrets [Zarry]

Bet

Socks like these:

On thighs like these:

There you go.

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Harry really loved Friday nights.

Louis and Niall went out partying, which meant Harry got the house to himself.

Regardless of how lame he knew Louis and Niall would call him if they found out, he decided to do some studying.

He had the music he liked on in the background, sitting on his bed surrounded by open books and messy notes.

On his nightstand was an empty tea bottle, and a banana peel.

His hair was pulled back into a bun, and he was wearing nothing but Zayn's hoodie, small white briefs, and his one pair of thigh high socks.

The hoodie still smelled like Zayn, and Harry would occasionally bring it to his nose and smile some.

He felt so comfortable in it.

Actually, he felt so comfortable like this.

His legs were shaved, his toenails were a deep red color that nobody but himself would ever see, and he was existing without judgement in a hot guy's hoodie.

What else could he want in life, really?

He was currently looking over his astronomy notes, more concerned about his pen color rather than the material itself.

He'd written in black instead of his usual blue.

Harry's attention was easily stolen as his phone started vibrating, and he reached over to pick it up.

"Are you behaving?" Anne instantly asked.

"What- mom why are you calling me now? It almost nine at night." Harry chuckled.

"Well I'm just surprised you answered. I expected you to be out getting into trouble." She joked.

"Right, because that's what I do." Harry said sarcastically.