Secrets [Zarry]

Stupid

"Why are you all pouty?" Zayn asked as he and Harry sat at the table eating the leftovers of even more food his mother cooked.

"I guess I set my hopes too high for work." Harry said sadly.

Zayn smiled a little. "What hopes did you have?"

"Well...I don't know I just thought it would be more fun." Harry said.

"Well it was only your first day, babe."

Harry looked at him. "Did you just call me babe?"

"Oh." Was all Zayn could say, feeling his face getting hot.

"It just slips sometimes." He shrugged, trying to be casual in hopes that his face would cool down.

"Okay." Harry smiled.

"But you're right. It was just the first day I can't form an opinion from that." He figured.

"Did something happen, though?" Zayn asked.

Harry shrugged. "Not really. That's the thing. It was just sort of boring. Jackie was hardly around, the waiters and waitresses don't ever speak to us in the kitchen unless it's an order. The guy who's training me seems so dull, too. So focused on work and never daring to let the conversation drift into something interesting or positive."

"Like we said, this was just one day. Don't overthink it." Zayn told him.

"Yeah." Harry said softly, smiling some at him.

"I'm guessing you have work tomorrow too?" Zayn asked.

Harry nodded.

"You know this kind of sucks. We won't get to hang out as much." Zayn said.

"Yes we will, I'm only part-time. I'll have days off." Harry assured him.

"How was your day, though?"

Zayn shrugged. "Just another day."

Harry watched him for a moment. "Not to be rude but you should really let me stay over again."

"Not to object that idea, but why?" Zayn asked.

"Louis and Niall are practically nocturnal. They make a lot of noise sometimes." Harry said.

"Okay. Yeah I'd like it if you stayed." Zayn smiled.

He then got up and began to clear the table.

Sure, Harry could've helped, but instead he just watched.

Sitting there in a daze, staring off into space now.

"Tired?" Zayn asked even though it was obvious.

"Yeah. Majorly social situations tire me out." Harry sighed.

"Well lets go to bed." Zayn said, drying his hands and turning away from the sink.

Harry smiled, getting up.

"Did you make it smell nice again?"

"Actually no, so....you've been warned." Zayn said.

"That's okay. I kind of like the cigarette smell. Only when it's faint though. Like on your clothes." Harry said softly, standing close to him now.

"It's like your trademark scent." He said, playing with the buttons on Zayn's shirt near his chest.

"Do you still have my hoodie?" Zayn asked, for some reason just remembering he let Harry wear it.

"Yes. It's...." Harry trailed off, not wanting to tell where he kept it.

"I have it."

"Can I have it back sometime?" Zayn chuckled, sliding his hands onto Harry's hips, bringing their bodies together.