Brave || Zerrie AU

New York, Here We Come.

"I hate you!" Perrie shouted across her kitchen table as Harry ran to the couch, a cupcake in his hand.

"That's impossible, I'm irresistible." Harry joked as he reached for the t.v remote on the small coffee table. "Just ask Abriella." 

Perrie couldn't help but laugh at his comment. "Are you kidding?" She placed a hand on her hip and raised her eyebrows. "You can't even hold a proper conversation with her in private without freaking out." 

Harry's eyes snapped to Perrie and before Perrie knew that was happening a white pillow was flying her way. She dodged it just in time, but didn't notice the second one that he threw. Unfortunately, she didn't dodge it and it collided with her face, sending her back in surprise. 

"Harry!" She screamed, her voice cracking as it reached a new height. She turned to Harry and saw the fear in his eyes. 

"I-I didn't think it would actually hit you." Harry said as he stood up from the couch and walked to Perrie's door, his hand on the handle. 

"First, you steal my cupcake. Then, you throw a pillow at my face." She turned to him and prepared herself to run, "Don't think I will forgive you for this, Harry." She reached for the bag of icing next to her and took off after Harry. 

His eyes widened and a second he was out the door, Perrie hot on his heels. 

"Harry, come back here!" She shouted through the hallway.

"No, I want to live!" Harry ran to the elevator but knew it would take too long to open, instead he opened the door to the stairs and ran. 

Perrie chased Harry all the way to the sixth for before she had to catch her breath, Harry was only a couple feet ahead of her. She could hear his rapid breathing and burst into laughter. 

"Harry, are you dying?" 

Harry rested his hand on his knees and looked at Perrie as she walked to his side. "I. Hate. Running." 

Perrie patted his back, making Harry lose his balance and lunge forward. "That's it, we need to go to the gym." She laughed as she took the bag of icing out of her back pocket and sprayed it on his face, making a white mustache on his face along with a uni brow. 

After a couple second, his entire face was covered in icing and Perrie pulled out her phone to take a picture of her masterpiece. "That is what I call art." 

***

"So, I just got invited to a charity dinner kind-of-thing tomorrow night in New York." Harry mentioned at dinner to Abriella, Ciro, and Perrie. 

All three of them turned to him. 

"Cool, what kind of charity dinner?" Ciro asked as he took in a spoonful of the spaghetti that Abri had made earlier that day. 

"It's a charity mascaraed ball, actually, and it's to raise money for an organization that a friend of mine started. It helps build schools in Uganda, Africa, and it also helps to buy buses so that kids from far can go to school." Harry explained, his eyes on his friends as he talked. 

"That sounds amazing!" Perrie said excitedly. 

"You're friend sounds like a really caring person." Abriella added. 

"Oh, she is." Harry started to become nervous by what he was going to say next. "So, I was wondering if you guys would want to come with me." 

Perrie's eyes widened and she turned to look at Abriella. "What are we going to wear!" They asked each other at the same time and laughed.