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"zaaaaayyyynn."

"zaaaayyynnn."

"zaaaaaayynnn!"

"zayn, do you not hear me?" harry snapped looking at zayn.

zayn smiled and looked at the frowning brunet.

"loud and clear, babe." zayn said.

"then why you no respond to me?" harry asked.

"because you've been asking me the same question over and over, princess."

"well i want to know where we are going and if we're are almost there." harry whined in frustration.

"yes. we are almost there, okay. in the meantime, here." zayn said and pulled out a cigarette.

"you're a bad influence, zaynie." harry huffed and took the stick.

he put it between his lips and connected the fire with the end; smoke letting out immediately.

harry let out a puff.

"better?" zayn asked.

harry glared at zayn.

"no."

zayn pulled over and looked at harry who just rolled his eyes.

"why you stop? it will take longer!" harry said.

"since when did you get so sassy?" zayn said.

"sassy? i don't know that word." harry said confused.

"it's like you're very demanding." zayn explained.

harry rolled his eyes once more and looked out the open window.

"i'm not." he mumbled.

zayn grabbed harry's jaw and faced harry towards him.

"don't roll your eyes at me." zayn said and harry stared at zayn.

wow.. he has really really nice eyes.

zayn kissed harry.

harry was taken aback so much so his eyes were wide open.

then zayn bit his bottom lip softly and his eyes fluttered shut.

zayn moved his lips slowly letting harry fall into the kiss before pulling away.

zayn saw harry blushing, he pulled his knees up to his face to hide it.

"that's my baby." zayn said and kissed harry's temple before going back on the road.

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zayn tapped his fingers on the steering going along with the beat of the salsa music that played on the radio.

yo no se mañana

ahora estamos solos tú y yo

y los momentos ay que vivirlos

ay que vivirlos

yo no sé mañana

yo no sé mañana

si estaremos juntos

si se acaba el mundo

yo no sé si so para ti

si serás para mí

si lleguemos amarnos o ya no

yo no sé mañana

yo no sé mañana

i don't know tomorrow.

zayn said to himself.

he only knew what the song meant because it was a popular one on that radio station and he decided to look up the lyrics.

zayn looked at harry.

he didn't know if he was for harry or vice versa.

he didn't know if the world would end tomorrow.

he didn't know if they would make love tomorrow.

all he had was now.

zayn smiled.

hopefully harry would like where zayn was taking him.

an art museum.

zayn loved them. and one day hoped to visit all the ones around the world.

zayn saw harry sketching a few days ago in the campus lunch area outside so he figured why not.

zayn had the whole day planned out and he was pretty proud of himself.

he looked at harry who was fast asleep.

i hope this all works out.

zayn thought.

if he was being honest, he thought they were moving quickly.

he didn't even know why he got involved with the younger but he did.

he didn't regret it.

less then two weeks.

that's all zayn had.

los momentos ay que vivirlos
les moments que nous devons vivre leur
the moments we must live them

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hola mis amigoooss.

zarry is moving along v v nicely, if i do say so myself :)

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