Secrets [Zarry]

Charlie Charlie Charlie

A/N: Keep in mind that Zayn and Harry are drunk ❤️
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Harry blushed a deep red color similar to the lipstick he wore, struggling to speak.

He hadn't meant for anyone he knew other than Zayn to see him like this.

Plus, he was shocked to see Charlie.

"You look...." Charlie trailed off, also struggling to speak.

"I-I um...what are you doing here?" Harry asked, trying to keep the attention off of him.

"This was....my first attempt at getting out and getting my mind off of my mom." Charlie said.

"But now I'm drunk and kinda irritated because this song is annoying as hell. I'm probably about to head home I've been here for hours." He sighed, drying his hands.

"What about you? And...care to explain the dress and heels?" Charlie smiled, facing him.

"Everyone has their hobbies." Harry said, shrugging it off. "I'm here with Zayn. I don't really know how long we've been here."

"Hobbies?" Charlie asked.

"I like to dress like this sometimes, okay?" Harry asked sharply.

"No I- that's fine I was just curious. I didn't even recognize you at first you look um...great." Charlie said.

Harry didn't like the way he'd said 'great'.

"Thanks." Harry replied awkwardly.

"So...are you alright? I mean do you think you'll be coming back to work?" Harry asked, thankful he managed to speak without his words slurring.

"Yeah, I'm coming back tomorrow. Is it hectic without me?" He asked.

"Yeah kind of." Harry admitted. "You handled everything so well, I miss that."

Charlie smiled down at his feet. "I think working again will help me feel better. I need routine back in my life, I'm tired of grieving so much. I'll be grieving forever but...I want to be able to live my life too."

"I understand. If there's any way I can help you please tell me, okay? I'm here for you." Harry assured him, feeling better after he said that.

"Sure, thank you." Charlie smiled.

"I look forward to seeing you at work again." Harry waved, turning to go back to Zayn.

"Harry wait there's toilet paper stuck to your heel." Charlie warned him, making Harry quickly look down.

"What the hell." Harry pouted, trying to get it off without touching it.

"Here." Charlie said, walking up and stepping on it for him

Harry lifted his foot, automatically beginning to tip over.

"Woah Harry." Charlie chuckled, grabbing him and steadying him.

"That was close." Harry said quietly, looking at him and trying not to laugh.

Charlie looked back at him, smiling a little.

Harry started to smile back, realizing Charlie's hands were still on his waist.

"Um, you can let me go." He said quietly, uncomfortable with how close they were.

"Oh, right. I'm- sorry I just...I wasn't thinking." Charlie said quickly, letting him go and stepping back.