Harry could not wait to see his boyfriend, and forget about how awful his day had been. Zayn's arms had been the safe refuge he'd longed for all day...and it had been a LONG day.
He finally managed to get the front door open and set his stuff down in its usual place. Now he was in search of his Zayn and those beautiful lips that always tasted subtlety of mint toothpaste and the wine flavor Zayn used in his vape.
Just when he started to relax at the feeling of being home, he stubbed his toe on the corner of the couch...There really was no escape from this hellish nightmare of a day.
"Fuck! Son of a bitch...that hurt!" Harry whined in a mix of frustration and pain.
Harry's resolve had officially crumbled, and he could no longer stop himself from crying.
"Zeeeeee..." Harry meekly called into the dimly lit flat.
Just then, Zayn came rushing around the corner, face contorted in extreme concern. Harry had fallen face-up over the couch arm and was clutching his right foot like he had just been shot. Zayn wasn't sure if he should laugh at how adorable and ridiculous Harry looked, of if he should grab the first aid kit and prepare for surgery.
Harry looked over to his so-called, loyalboyfriend smirking at his pain while hovering at the end of couch. That's whenZayn saw the real tears in Harry's eyes and knew that there was definitelysomething else wrong.
YOU ARE READING
You Are My Other Half
RomanceZayn was planning the perfect day, meanwhile Harry was having one of his worst. The story of two souls finally merging into one. Or...A story to make me feel better...I guess haha. Just a bunch of Zarry fluff to lift the spirits! :)
