Dreary|| zarry

Twelve

As Louis takes a nap on Zayn's couch, Zayn stands to get a blanket for him, covering the man with it gently before walking to his room to put on some shoes.

It's raining outside, and its undeniably calming especially in the late evening hours. Louis fell asleep because of the pitter patter when they were only on their third movie. Zayn is mostly awake, head buzzing because he was thinking about Harry and how he is.

He passes Louis in the living room again, noticing he's in a very deep sleep, and Zayn realizes that whole he stayed over here the last couple of nights and days he never slept like that. He was either fighting sleep or couldn't sleep at all. He must be at peace with himself, Zayn concludes.

Exiting out into the hallway, Zayn feels a shiver run up his spine. He takes slow movements, taking his time to walk to the door next to his own, knocking swiftly.

The door opens and a short girl answers, Gemma. Zayn hasn't spoken to her much at all, just got the backlash of a skeptical sister wanting to keep her brother safe from a stranger. Which is understandable considering the family's past.

Zayn sends her his best smile. "Looking for Harry?" She questions.

"Yeah." Zayn nods.

She opens the door more, letting Zayn inside.

"He's in his room." She says.

Zayn turns to say something to her, along the lines of thanks, but she disappears out the door as quick as light . Zayn shuts his mouth before turning to Harry's room door, about to knock but the man exits just as Zayn moves forward, causing them to crash into each other, Harry dropping whatever he was holding to hold Zayn up by his forearms. Their faces are only inches apart, eyes digging into each other.

But then Harry's eyes suddenly widen and he looks down at the floor. "Oh no." He breathes, letting Zayn stand himself and he bends down to quickly collect the now cluttered paper on the laminated floor.

Zayn smiles when Harry stands back up, loving to see his bright, emerald irises. "Hey, Harry." Zayn says. His gaze flickers to the papers he holds to his chest. "What's that?" He asks.

"Um...its a surprise." Harry says. "You can't know yet." He shakes his head. Zayn furrows his brows, crossing his arms over his chest as he smirks.

"I see." He chuckles. "Can't wait to know then." He says.

"Come on." Harry says, walking over to the kitchen.

Zayn follows him, noticing Harry seems more bubbly today. He really has to let off some emotions today though. Zayn believes today is the day it should be done.

"Harry." Zayn says. He takes a seat at the dining table as Harry folds up his papers and slides them in his back pocket. The man gets two mugs and a box of tea.

"Yeah?" He responds, back turned.

"Can I tell you something?" Zayn says.

Harry glances at him. "Yeah." He says.

"I hope this doesn't scare you away, but from getting to know you...I don't think it will," Zayn says. Hopes rather.

The Muslim man bites his bottom lip, feeling the undeniable nerves. But if Louis could do it...Zayn must be able to. Louis honestly inspired him last night. And made him a bit less fearless. "I think I'm-"

A sudden yelp comes from the man as he steps away from the counter, Zayn standing up quickly with wide eyes as he walks over to Harry to see him holding his hand, shaking a bit with his skin slightly seared off half his palm.