Zarry One Shots by dattumblrgal

Actors AU

"I still remember the way you taste."

Arguably, it isn't the best thing to say as you kiss someone for the first time in months. But it's true and it was the most prominent thought in Harry's mind ever since he saw the familiar telltale look in Zayn's eyes, the one where they both knew they would end up pressed together in a dark corner with their lips red and swollen from kissing.

They ended up in a bathroom, kissing and grinding against each other instead of watching the movie they're the main characters in. The inevitability of this was almost tangible. Harry saw Zayn on the red carpet, wearing a light pink suit and funnily enough, dinosaur socks and he was done for. All of the pep talks he got from friends, all the time he spent crying to his mom on the phone about his broken heart, all of it was thrown right out the window the second Harry saw Zayn again. When Harry didn't see a certain tall leggy blonde anywhere near Zayn, he only needed to catch Zayn's eye for more than two seconds and he had his confirmation that they will be reliving some parts of their affair tonight.

"My friend was smoking Marlboros when we were hanging out," Harry continues talking between kisses. "And I wasn't sure if I wanted to throw up or start crying because they were the same ones you smoke. And the smell just reminded me of how you always used to smoke in bed after we fucked. We shared sometimes and I'd have the taste of you on my tongue for hours. What are you doing to me?"

Zayn stills, his lips millimeters away from the skin on Harry's neck. "What are you doing to me? I broke up with my girlfriend because I couldn't fucking stop thinking about you. We were together for three years and I threw all of that away because I was driving myself crazy with the idea that I'm going to see you again."

The words make Harry shiver. Zayn's breath on his skin, the heat of their bodies so close to each other, it's all better than the strongest drug there is. Nothing could bring a high like this does. Hearing Zayn says he left his beautiful, his fucking perfect girlfriend for him, has Harry almost coming in his dress pants.

Harry's been in the movie industry for some years now and from what he's seen, the cliché love story about two main characters who fall in love on screen, falling in love in real life too, was nothing more than a good marketing plot for said movie. He has never fallen in love with his on-screen love interests and didn't think he ever would. There was some sex out of convenience, sure, but that's about it. That was until he met Zayn.

They had seen each other in passing before, at other movie premieres or industry parties but the first time they spoke was at their chemistry screen test. That was also their first kiss. Not with feeling and curious hands, but scripted and with a camera on them.

Harry was surprised, to say the least, when he found out Zayn Malik was playing his love interested in what had been described by producers as 'the first gay rom-com'. The man, whose heterosexuality, was according to tabloids and various women he had slept with, as impenetrable as the Hoover Dam. Harry was surely flooded when Zayn, on their second day of filming, casually said "Yeah, I'm bi. I just don't really talk about it and since I got into acting, I haven't had a serious boyfriend so it didn't really come up.".

The sex started not even two weeks into filming. After countless kisses in front of a camera and a sex scene too, the lust between them couldn't have been ignored. It all fit like a perfect fucked up puzzle. Harry's never against casual sex and Zayn and his girlfriend were taking a break. It was supposed to be fun, a few weeks of fucking that they would laugh about after it was over. But things like this don't usually go according to plan, do they?

Fucking shifted into late nights in hotel rooms spent talking, revealing parts of each other they tend to keep hidden. Feelings seeped into something that was supposed to be shallow and insignificant. Touches weren't just about lust and desire anymore, they were tender and curious as they tried to appreciate their bodies and not just make each other come as quick as they could. Hushed laughter, misty skin, empty promises slipping off their tongues on their own volition. All of it had Harry fooled that their affection wouldn't end when the director yelled "Cut!" for the last time.

Harry would never admit it to anyone other than his mom and maybe sister, but he spent a week in bed trying to convince himself he doesn't really love Zayn and that the heartbreak he feels is fictitious. It hurt, hearing Zayn says that he and his girlfriend were giving their relationship another shot. Harry's pathetic "But what about us?" haunted his dreams for weeks.

He dreaded the premiere and the press circuit following it. Spending all that time around Zayn again, knowing that after the lights are off and the interviewers are gone, they're not going to talk, they're not going to kiss and they're certainly not going to make love. But miraculously, he was proved wrong.

"Why didn't you call me?" Harry whispers, no need for it other than it feels clandestine, as if the tiles were listening and would shout out their conversation to everyone in the building.

Zayn lifts his head up from Harry's neck, his eyes finding Harry's. He almost look sad. The usual glimmer in his eyes gone, the corners of his mouth flaccid, like he wasn't smiling on the red carpet just minutes ago. Harry wonders if Zayn ever cried for him.

"I was scared that you hated me," Zayn says quietly, his hand coming up to rest on Harry's cheek. Harry's breath hitches and his own hand comes up to cover Zayn's, the feeling of their skin together so good he nearly cries. "And I knew we'd see each other at the premiere either way. I didn't want to... do it all over the phone because you could just hang up and then you'd avoid me at premiere. I don't know, I wanted to talk to you face to face."

"I missed you so much," Harry says into Zayn's lips after kissing him. He can't help himself, not after weeks of not touching each other, of not even breathing the same air or talking on the phone.

"I love you too," Zayn says suddenly. "I didn't say it back when we finished filming and I must've broken your heart. I felt the same, I still do. I'm sorry. I'm so fucking sorry. I was stupid. I thought that... if I just went back to my old relationship everything would be okay. That I'd forget about you. But I didn't. I love you and I'm not scared, I'm excited because you're fucking brilliant and there's so much more in store for us."

Harry rushes to find Zayn's lips with his again. He tries to put his own "I love you." into the kiss, the hope for the future. And maybe they won't last. Maybe they'll be together for six month, call it quits and never see each other again. Maybe they'll get married and be in love till they're eighty. But Harry doesn't care about the time they're going to have together. This love is worth it, even for a short while. They're here right now, in love and wrapped up in each other. That's what matters the most.