Keep It A Secret (Zarry)

Chapter 1

Bright lights.

Millions of screaming fans.

Sold out tours.

Who on earth has not heard of Zayn and Louis? They are all over the radio, television, internet, malls, elevators, billboards and you can hear them even in the most isolated village in a city. Who would've thought that this duo which has conquered the world is made up of two lads in their twenties? Louis Tomlinson and Zayn Malik, they both started with a dream and now everything is surreal.

Louis, the oldest yet the most child-like of them both. He likes to fool around and is always loud and spontaneous but he knows how to read a serious atmosphere. Then there is Zayn, the relaxed and most model-like. He is known for his symmetrical cheekbones, his quiff and his artistic talents. He is really affectionate and caring to his mate, and he treats him like a brother.

These guys charmed the universe not only with their looks that could kill, but with the harmony of their friendship. Singing with passion and reaching their dreams altogether makes their music stay in the hearts of their fans. Even though they live their dreams out together on stage, Louis and Zayn both really miss their families. Louis and his adopted brother Harry, are as close as they come. You couldn't find a more overprotective older brother than Louis. Even though the twenty-two year old is only four years older than his kid brother. Louis still will most likely kick some serious ass if Harry was to ever get hurt by anyone. Then there is his mother and father Johannah and Troy, who he misses so much.

Zayn on the other hand only had his three sisters that he cared dearly about. Saffa, Doniya, and Waliyha are Zayn's three favourite little girls. Even though Saffa is the only one that could be counted as 'little' sense she is the youngest, at the age of eight. Doniya and Waliya, were still his little sisters even though Doniya is three years older than him.

Even though they weren't technically alone. Both boys obviously felt extremely home sick from time to time. That's why they were happy to have each other. Knowing the fact that the other had their back no matter what. That no matter what the paparazzi said they wouldn't judge, but only comfort the other.

That is a big part of why Zayn and Louis worked. They both realized that they were just two twenty year old men, in the mind sets of eighteen year old. They knew that they both weren't perfect in any way shape or form, despite what their fans would say. They knew that one of them could fuck up somehow, but they also knew that they would have someone to lean on when it did happen. So as they both lounged in their shared hotel room, watching another crappy film. Zayn couldn't help the giant smile that spread across his face.

"What's got you all happy today Zee," Louis asked bumping his leg against the other lads.

Zayn just shrugged and rested his head don the back of the squishy couch. "I don't know really...I'm just feeling happy I guess," Zayn said yawning slightly, "Oh and how's Harry doing?"

Louis closed his eyes and moved so that his head was rested on the armrest of the couch. Turning his head enough so that he could still see the movie, he sighed contently. "He's fine...he just graduated and what not. Plus he's really buzzed about being on break now."

Zayn nodded and smiled softly, "I remember those days...being all excited to just chill and hang out with my mates all day. Not a care in the world."

Looking over at Zayn, Louis laughed shortly and nodded. "He asked if he could like come on the tour with us. I didn't know how you would feel about it, so I just told him maybe."

"I wouldn't mind having Harry on the road with us. He's a nice kid, so it wouldn't matter to me" Zayn said shrugging not being bothered by the question.

"Great! How about you face-time him while I go make something to eat," Louis said as he left the room, not giving Zayn the time to reply.

Groaning slightly, Zayn moved to the other side of the couch grabbing Louis phone. Flipping it open, he sighed and typed in his mates password before going through his contacts to Harry's name. Pressing on Harry's name, Zayn waited for him to answer. A few seconds passed, and Zayn was close to hanging up but stopped when he saw probably one of the sexiest men alive appear.

"Lou- oh...h-hey Zayn," Harry said waving shyly

Zayn watched as Harry shifted the camera, so it gave an even better view of his face. Swallowing hard, Zayn cleared his throat before propping the phone up on the end of the couch. Running his fingers through his messy quiff, Zayn cleared his throat once again, finally getting his words out. "Umm, hey Harry..how are you?"

Harry smiled and yawned, covering his mouth with his hand. "I'm fine, just a bit sleepy but I'll survive. Why are you calling so late anyways? Isn't it like 10 something over there?"

Zayn was to caught up in Harry's smooth deep voice, to even realize that he had stopped talking. He only snapped out of it when Harry started to talk again.

"Uh Zayn...?" Harry said snapping his fingers in front of the camera a couple of times.

"Oh sorry!...I kind of just..yeah sorry, what did you say again?"

Harry smiled a bit and laughed lightly. Laying on his stomach on the bed, the curly haired eighteen year old slowly carded his fingers through his brunette hair, lightly tugging on a few of the strands in a way to keep him awake. Tilting his head to the side, his eyes fluttered slightly as he sat up a bit, resting on his elbows. "I was wondering why you're calling me so late."

"Oh! Well Louis told me about you wanting to come on the tour with us. He went to go make some food, so I guess I'm just telling you that I don't mind if you wanna come along, It will be fun."

"Really?! Thank you, thank you, thank you! I honestly thought you wouldn't want me to because well...I'm still like a kid and you would get annoyed with me, or something."

"Nah, it's fine Harry. You're a nice guy, I wouldn't mind spending time with you."

Harry blinked at Zayn and smiled softly, nibbling on his lower lip gently. "I wouldn't mind spending time with you either..." he mumbled out before yawning loudly, "but right now I should really get some sleep.

Zayn smiled and leaned his head on his hand, "Bye Harry," he said as he hovered his thumb over the end call button.

Harry smiled shyly and rubbed his eyes gently with a small fist, squeaking out a yawn. "Night Zayn," he said waving goodbye, as he pressed the end call button at the same time Zayn did.