Harry Styles Imagines & One Shots 💓

Zealous

Your POV

"Hey, Zayn! Working on another project?" I bounced towards him, in a happy mood to see him doing his favourite thing.

Zayn smiled widely and nodded. He loves it when I talk to him about art, especially graffiti. The both of us are very creative and passionate about expressing ourselves through art, making me and him quite compatible and we have lots of common topics to talk about.

"Yuppp, I'm just doodling, you know?" He replied and took aim at the blank wall, about to spray it when he remembered I was there.

"Y/N, you might wanna step back a bit. This spray paint is very toxic and I don't want you to inhale any of that chemical. Harry will never let me live." He chuckled lightly, his voice a little muffled by the mask he's wearing.

"Sure." I replied and I stepped back far enough to not inhale any of that bu close enough that I can still see him work.

I've always admired his artistic skills, how he managed to doodle such intricate and cool things. Just like that pink motorbike he's spraying on now.

I gushed silently, watching his figure and his skillful arms swishing around, filling up the blank white wall in an instant.

Zayn must've felt a bit bad for me because after a while, he turned back and asked me if I wanna paint on the walls with him.

I gaped at him. Harry had warned me that he's very protective of his paints and he never lets anyone step in his territory when he's working or use his blank walls.

"Uhmm, sure I would love to! But I feel like I'm gonna mess up your work...." I stated my worries.

Zayn gave me a reassuring smile and said that he doesn't really mind because I have good art skills and he can just paint over it with white anyways. 

He motioned to the tubs of wall paints lying on top of messy newspapers told me to feel free.

I carefully chose a spot on the wall that's further away from him so I don't mess his work up. I love working with Zayn because we're both comfortable with silence and he gives me tips to improve my skills as well.

I took a big brush and boldly swished it across the wall with a dreamy blue. I'm trying to create an abstract art using different and unlikely colors.

I chose the most random colors and mixed those together, curling and bending in all sorts of way to my heart's content. After I'm satisfied, I stepped back and admired my masterpiece. 

The colors blended perfectly, and if you look at it long enough, you can start to make out shapes like a cat, a rainbow, a diamond, whatever you can imagine.

Zayn whistled at my work and told me that he was really impressed by the vivid and mesmerising colors and how he could see many random things in it.

I blushed and accepted his compliment then proceeded to using a smaller brush and painting details and patterns on it, making it more intricate.

Suddenly, Zayn had stopped working and sneaked up next to me, stroking a long stroke of bright pink on my cheek and laughing loudly.

"Oiiiii!" I hollered and I chased him around with my seemingly smaller brush but filled with green paint.

We chased each other around, running and giggling like little kids. Zayn looks so silly with the few blotches and marks of green on his forehead and chin.

As I was still running away from Zayn, I bumped into Harry that just walked into the room.

Harry's POV

I was looking everywhere for Y/N. I just stopped by the dressing room for a word with Lou and by the time I turned around, Y/N was gone. I asked everyone I encountered where is she and finally, Mark told me she was with Zayn at his "studio".

I should've expected that because both Y/N and Zayn love art a lot, but I never expected them to be running around the room, looking ridiculous with brushes in their hands.

Without warning, Y/N bumped into me hard.

"Oof!" Y/N let out a noise and looked up quickly but before I could say a word, she giggled and hid behind me while Zayn zoomed towards her. 

She yelped and ran away from me without even acknowledging my existence, far too wrapped up in her mini game. I coughed dryly, hoping they'll take the hint. 

Suddenly,  as if it's only know they realize that I'm here, Y/N stopped and puffed, out of breath but still giggling uncontrollably with a pink streak on her cheek and part of her hair, making her look so artsy.

Zayn couldn't stop laughing as well, bending over and after a while, he told me: "Y/N is so talented! Look at what she did!" 

Zayn motioned to a side of the wall and I immediately recognized Y/N's style. It was all so intriguing  but it's not as intriguing as the fact that Zayn has actually allowed her to use his space and paint.

I commented drly with an air of jealousy: "That looks amazing, babe. It seems like you both had a good time with each other?"

Y/N wrapped her arms around me and I instantly felt a lot better, my heart not so wrenched up.

"Yeah, it was hella cool! Look at what Zayn doodled?! Ain't it wicked?" She gushed and I felt a little annoyed that I wasn't good at graffiti.

If I was, I would've showed her and keep her happy and impressed, I thought sourly to myself.

"Y/N is honestly amazing at this." Zayn continued complimenting her and I grumbled sourly.

"Yeah she's amazing and talented, but she's also mine!" I wrapped my arms around her to make it obvious to Zayn, just in case he forgotten.

Y/N rolled her eyes at me and batted me away lightly: "God Harry, stop getting so worked up! He's just a friend and we weren't even doing anything."

Y/N lead me away from the room and waved a goodbye to Zayn.

"Harry, that was really mean and rude of you!" Y/N said in her dissappointed tone.

I immediately felt awful and stupid. "I'm sorry, love. I just got so jealous all of a sudden and my emotions got the better out of me. That was really stupid." I admitted.

"Yeah, it was... but Harry, I got you alright? And you needn't be afraid that I'm going anywhere. I'm here to stay, forever." She consoled me by stroking the side of my face gently and vowed.

"I love you, sugar."

"I love you too, Harry. Never forget that."