Partners (Zarry) ✍🏻

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Harry POV

Getting a haircut with Zayn was awkward to say the least. That guy was never talking. I was more happy to leave after the hairdresser was done.

The drive back home was silent and mostly filled with thoughts about Zayn, my new partner. The guy was strange. He was acting like an arsehole a minute and like a friend the other. I hated those kind of unstable people who couldn't deal with their emotions. My life was nothing but structure. I liked things to be structured from my closet to my next decisions in life.

I worked so hard to get where I was, there was no chance I would let that guy ruin my efforts. When I got home, I started my laptop to find that I had new emails. From my mother, then my sister. They were both living in England and I missed them so much.

After answering my emails, I opened a web browser before going on Google and typing "Zayn Malik". I already knew about Zayn. All the police department knew what he did. Beating your partner is pretty much the worst thing you can do as a police officer. You are supposed to take care of each others.

Of course, the internal investigation end up dropping the case but I was worried they were covering up for Zayn.

"Zayn Malik, seventeen years old artist from Bradford impress with his contemporary paintings in L.A. "

I clicked on the link to find a picture of a younger Zayn, holding a trophy, he looked like he was in a funeral more than a gala. A tall man with dark blue eyes and dirty blonde hair was holding his shoulder.

They were surely not related.

I looked at the name under the picture. Mark Stevens, teacher.

I read the article And pushed the back button to come back to the search result page. He had an Instagram but there was no picture of himself, just artistic posts.

I was surprised, Zayn looked like the type of boy exposing himself to get attention. Again, maybe I misunderstood who he truly is.

After a while, I got bored of the lack of information and I could find on him and closed my laptop. I looked outside for a while with music in the background. Drinking my scotch silently.

I went to bed not so long after, anticipating the next day.

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The morning was beautiful. The sun was out and it was smelling like summer. I was positive that day would be much better.

I picked up coffees and muffins on my way to the station and drove to the parking lot. Zayn was already there since his car was there.

I walked up the stairs two by two, trying to not melt under the warm sun of California.

As I got in, i saw Zayn with his perfect haircut, in an office that was closed the day before. He was sitting in front of a blonde guy. The blonde one looked pissed while Zayn looked indifferent, as usual.

- He is gonna get it.

Louis said so close that I could feel his breath on my neck, making me jump slightly.

- Is that a coffee for me?

- Yes I bring enough for everyone.

- I like you, Styles.

He said as a matter of fact before taking a muffin and stuffing his mouth with it.