Dreary|| zarry

Eleven||

When Zayn makes it back home from work, his eyes drift over to the apartment door right next to his. Only two feet away. So damn easy to walk over and knock. But he hasn't been.

He figures Harry still needs time to cool off. But if Harry really wanted to speak to Zayn again he would've done it already, cooled off or not, right?

It's been a week since he's seen Harry. He hasn't even seen Harry come out or go in, but theres no doubt that he's in there while Zayn is here too.

Its Friday, just before the weekend, meaning today should be the day Zayn tries speaking to him again. The man rolls up his sleeves, clipping them at his elbows before rubbing his hands together out of his nerves as he makes his way over to the mahogany door.

The man lifts his fist, knocking gently. He puts both hands to his sides, knawing on his bottom lip out of deeply rooted nerves. He doesn't want Harry to reject him again...he just wants to talk and he wants to...touch...and just see the man's face, especially his eyes. Harry has been on his mind since everytime he goes to sleep, throughout the day and when he wakes up for the past five days. Its torturous to know the next day, each day he's unable to see him. But today, he needs to. He's almost been craving to.

Then the door opens, and instantly Zayn makes eye contact with Harry. He hasn't seen him for a week and already he can see the changes of his face. The stubble that has grown on his chin and underneath his nose, his hair messier than his usual style. And he still glows of beauty in Zayn's eyes, and Zayn doesn't think that fact will ever stray from his mind.

His emerald eyes look down at Zayn calmly, he doesn't seem surprised but serene and relieved even as a small, apprehensive smile grows on his lips. "Hey, Zayn." Harry says quietly, hand dropping to his side, no longer holding the doorknob.

"Hey." Zayn says.

Harry swallows, flickering his gaze to the floor sheepishly, biting his bottom lip. "I missed you." He says quietly, not looking up, seeming too bashful. Zayn smiles, chuckling lightly, making Harry finally look up into his honey eyes again.

"I missed you too." Zayn responds giddily like a little boy in love. Could he really be in love? Zayn wouldn't be shocked.

Honey mixes with emerald until they are impossibly closer to each other and deep in each other's arms, hugging like no one else exists. Zayn has his face pressed into the crook of Harry's neck, Harry's chin resting on Zayn's head. The hug is the best they can do, Zayn wishes they could do more, but that's on Harry's terms and he can wait for a just while longer. It's not like he's leaving anytime soon.

"Do you want to...do something?" Zayn asks when they pull away, digging his hands into his pockets, now feeling flustered himself as Harry looks back at him. "Unless you're busy, of course." Zayn shrugs. "Then we don't have to." He mumbles, cheeks heating up. Harry grins, nodding.

"Yeah, can we?" Harry says.

Zayn nods eagerly, smiling brightly as Harry walks out, closing the door behind him. The two begin walking down the hallway to go down to the lobby in the elevator, planning to just walk the streets until they find some place.

"Wheres your mum by the way? I notice her car has been gone from the lot for a while." Zayn says.

"Oh, shes gone back to England." Harry states simply.

Zayn refrains from asking why, not wanting to make him uncomfortable so he lives in agitating curiously for a few minutes.

"She's helping with the police investigation about my father's gang. Finding more people apart of it so they can get arrested." Harry says quietly.