Wild (sequel to Deep) - Zarry AU

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Harry began to explain – very slowly - how he had decided to imitate a fan in order to comment on my story.

"Wait," I stopped him, my hand moving unconsciously to the sleeve of his jacket, as if we had been on touching terms for years. My eyes glanced around the room. "What about these other people?" I hissed. "I'm sure someone here's going to recognise you soon, if they haven't already!" 

He smiled, sat up and raked his hand through his hair for the third time. I realised it was the longest it had ever been; and that somehow, up close, he resembled a beautiful woman. So maybe it wasn't such a stretch for this to be Skyla...

Harry shook his head. "Don't worry about them." He looked at me and smiled that kind smile that I knew so well, his eyes shining with the joy that he always seemed to radiate when meeting a true fan. My heart felt like it was melting. "They all work for me," he whispered. My lovesick reverie broke and my jaw dropped again. He folded forward with laughter, then turned to point at me. The HS treatment. 

 "You set this up??" I hissed. But I couldn't be angry. Because already it felt to me that we were friends. 

 Val was going to be so jealous.