Cherry [Zarry One-Shot]

***Zayn POV***

---hullo zaynie paynie were off for breakfast. wake Haz upp, we have a signing at 3. see you laterrr liam xx---

I rolled my eyes, placing my phone back on the bedside table. I sat up and rubbed my eyes, glancing at the clock. 10:06. Not bad for a Monday. I swung my legs off the bed and grabbed my phone to write Liam a quick reply.

---k---

Yup, quick as they come.

I stood up, stretching until I heard my back crack a few times. I sighed and left the room, stumbling into Harry's bedroom. I walked up to him. He was curled up in a little ball under his covers. Both hands were tucked under his chin, and his curly brunette hair was sprawled all over the multiple pillows surrounding his head. His thin pink lips were parted slightly, letting out little breaths of sleep. 

I wanted to 'aw' at the adorableness.

But I didn't.

Because that's not a manly thing to do.

And I'm a man.

I do manly things.

Like wrestle.

And shoot things.

I reached out my hand to shake his shoulder when a random thought stopped me.

Prank.

No, pranks are bad.

Pranks are not what Zayn does.

But I was already walking away, a large smirk covering my face that I'm sure wasn't too attractive. I entered Louis' room and ducked under his bed, finding his Box of Prank Materials. 

Louis liked to think that under his bed was an awesome hiding spot for his stuff.

I liked to think the boy was delusional sometimes.

I sat on his bed, looking for something good to prank the unsuspecting Harry with.

Whoopie Cushion? Nah.

Hand Buzzer? Nope.

A Pen? I clicked the button and shrieked when it shocked me instead of opened.

Okay, that was idiodic Zayn.

I mean, it's a box of prank materials. You should have known better.

I put the pen back in a smiled when I saw a ag of make-up materials next to a small mirror-

Natasha?!

I gingerly picked up my missing hand mirror and rubbed it on my face, whispering words of joy and happiness to it.

Louis is going to get it when he gets back.

I picked up the bag of make-up and shoved the box back under the bed, carrying Natasha and the bag with me out of the room. I tip-toed back into Harrys bedroom and unzipped the bag, going straight to work. Thank god Harry was a relatively heavy sleeper, or it wouldn't have worked at all.

I used the mascara wand to bring his lashes up. 

Wow, they look like my lashes.

No wonder people think I use mascara.

I wonder what woud happen if I used it...

No. Back to buisness.

I put on some bright purple eyeshadow on his closed eyelids, and messily swiped some liquid eyeliner on his lids. I dabbed on some pink blush on his dimpled cheeks, then found some cherry red lipstick. I went to put it on when I stopped.

Mmm, don't his lips look delicious?

What? 

What are you thinking?

I'm thinking they look mighty kissable.

I'm thinking I should shut up.

I delicately put on the lipstick to perfection, an even added on some gloss to make it shinier. The lipstick made his lips look rather plump and perfect. I smiled down at my masterpiece.

You may be wondering why the heck I know so much about make-up.

Well, keep wondering.

A man knows what a man knows.

And what all three of his sisters know about make-up.

Because they tell him all the time.

Even when he tries to ignore them.

I whipped out my phone and snapped a picture, quickly uploading it to twitter.

---@Harry_Styles looks extraordinHarry with make-up, don't you think? xx #ZaynsMorningMasterpiece---

I smiled down at it, then looked up when I heard a quiet yawn. I scrambled to get the bag, then sprinted out of the room, launching myself onto the couch, pretending to look busy with the telly. A few moments later, Harry stumbled in, stretching and yawning.

"Mornin' Zayn." He yawned, plopping himself on the couch next to me.

"Good morning, sleeping beauty." He does look rather beautiful. "You know, red is a pretty good color on you." I said casually. He gave me a strange look.

"Okayyy..." He dragged out confusedly. He lifted a hand to rub his eye. When he stopped, the make-up was smudged. He glanced down at his hand and did a double take at the purple and black smudges on his palm. His make-up clad eyes widened as I stifled a giggle. He ran away, towards the bathroom.

"ZAYN!" He screamed a moment later. I decided to make a run for it. Just as I stood up, he stomped into the room, an angry yet amused look on his face.

"What is this?!" He yelled, pointing at his made up face.

"Well, that my friend, is a face. It's rather common in the human race to have one." I said, failing in hiding my smile.

"Oh, shut up, you know what I mean!" He exclaimed, taking a few steps forward, towards me. I took a step back until I realized I was against the wall. Harry took the opportunity to leap at me, trapping me in the corner. I looked up at him with wide eyes as he put his arms on either side of me. 

"Mercy!" I squeaked, like the man I am. He chuckled, his bright green eyes boring into my own.

"You know, I think you would look good in red as well." Before I had time to comprehend what he said, his ridiculously luscious, cherry red lips descended on mine. His eyes closed and his hands dropped to my waist. I let my hands snake around his neck, pulling him closer. Hie lips tasted like the color of his lips, cherries. After a few moments, he smiled into the kiss and pulled back, staring breathlessly at me. I panted lightly, seeing his lips had smudged a bit.

"I was right." He touched his nose to mine, then let me go and walked away.  I watched his retreating back as he headed back into his room, presumably to get the make-up off and get ready.

Mmm, look at them hips sway.

I dazedly walked into my room, then glanced at my reflection in the mirror. I blinked and did a double take. My lips were lightly coated in a sheen of bright red lipstick, with a touch of glossy shine. I smiled and dipped my tongue out to meet my lips.

Cherries. 

I pulled out my phone and sent a quick message to Liam.

---My boyfriend is up. See you all soon xx---