New Boy || [ Harry Styles au ] ✔️

12

In the dim lighting, I was quite shocked to see Harry's tall figure sitting on the corner of my bed. His brows were creased in worry and a frown was set. I quickly shut the door as I approached him.

"Where have you been?" He tried to keep his voice down, but it came of more like a low pitched shout.

"I was at the hospital. Now, what are you doing here?" I raised a brow, placing my hands on my hips as if looking for an explanation.

"I uh—" he paused, "You weren't picking up my calls and I got worried. Zayn wouldn't tell me anything so I decided to climb up the window."

"Wow, break into my house why don't you." I smiled sarcastically.

"I swear I was going to come in through the front door, but your brother was there and I couldn't possible say that I wanted to go to your room." He explained in a panicked voice, moving his arms for emphasis.

I took a few steps forward so that our chests were touching and wrapped my arm around his torso. A small smile appeared on his face as he snaked his arms around my waist, holding onto me.

"Why were you at the hospital anyway? Are you okay?" His worried voice breathed, warm breath hitting the back of my neck from where he rested his head.

"It was Lorcan. His mother got into an accident and I had to rush there. It's under control now." I explained, feeling his body tense a little.

"Oh."

"Harry, there's nothing going on between me and Lorcan. He just needed me there—as a friend." I ran my fingers through his curls.

"Yeah I know...I'm sorry, I'm being selfish." He shook his head, pulling out of the embrace as he sat back down on my bed.

"I won't be long." I pressed a kiss to his forehead before making my way to the bathroom.

I quickly shrugged off my coat, and put on a t-shirt and plain cotton shorts. Brushing through my hair, I put it up in a ponytail and removed all of my makeup.

After finishing my routine in the bathroom, I got out and almost did a double take. A shirtless Harry was asleep on my bed, him facing the way I usually sleep in and I held in a chuckle.

Did I really take that long?

Countless possibilities of getting caught like this hit me all at once. Zayn usually wakes me up, so there's that. My mother may come in for the laundry clothes and have a heart attack. Better yet, my dad and Zayn may come in to smother me with cuddles and end up blowing up Harry to smithereens with his gun.

But one look at the content expression on Harry's face was enough for me to push all my thoughts aside and join him.

"Baby." I cooed, slightly moving him so I could get under the blanket. As soon as I was snug inside, his arms pulled me to him. My face was pressed against his chest where I could hear the rhythmic beating of his heart.

I felt a him kiss my forehead before mumbling something along the lines of, "Goodnight baby girl." And I promise you, I felt my entire heart, body and soul go mush.

He will be the death of me.

❁

Warm air hitting the side of my face was the reason I awakened. Soft lips moved down the side of my face, onto my cheeks, nose and forehead. I only grumbled and buried my face in the pillow, hoping to catch a few more moments of sleep.

"Baby, wake up." Harry's raspy voice cooed.

"Nnngh."

"Angel." His lips moved to my neck.

"Go away." I groaned, resting my hands on my eyes to block out the sunlight.

"Zara." He began sucking softly on the sensitive skin of my neck and I gasped. My hands shot out from his previous state and onto his curls, gripping them like no tomorrow. After he was done, he pulled his head back and pressed a soft kiss there.

"Morning." I mumbled, a blush evident on my cheeks.

I wasn't a very expressive person. But being with Harry...gosh he brought out sides of me I didn't even know existed.

He greeted me back as he got off the bed, proceeding to put his shirt back on. I became sad realising I couldn't see his half naked body anymore.

An amused chuckle brought me out of my trance. "It's all yours Zara." And God, I could tell the way my eyes widened like saucers, he knew I was staring.

❁

This morning was relaxed and rushed at the same time. Harry had to climb back down as exiting through the front door would just be wrong at this point. After he had left, I saw the time and almost had a heart failure.

I ran to the bathroom, threw on a tank top with a jacket over and regular jeans. I put my hair into a loose side braid— not because I wanted to have those basic effortless natural looking hair— but because I was in a serious rush as I heard Zayn yelling my name from downstairs.

As usual, I had to skip breakfast as I got into the car with my slightly pissed off brother. I think it was more personal than me being late.

I tried to make small conversation as we reached the school...all of which had gone unheard as he sat there with a dazed look on his face. Thank god I drove today or we'd crash into something for sure.

"You sure you're okay?" I asked my twin, pulling away from our hug. His smile didn't quite reach his eyes, "Girl problems."

Oh yeah...Harper.

He did seem a bit loosened up though. Even when we greeted Louis and Noah, he seemed normal. When it came to our love lives, I preferred to stay away from his as it wasn't my concern. But he had different plans.

And I mean it.

Just moments before the bell rang, his frown deepened even more as they focussed on me, a look of fury crossing his face.

"What the hell is that?" He spat, pointing to the bright red mark on my neck that Harry had left this morning.

Fūck.

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Here you go, a romantic and fluffy chapter for Zara and Harry.

Also, what should their ship name be?

#Zarar or #Hayra or #Zayra

Let me know babes xoxo

-perfectzjm xx