ONE DIRECTION ONE SHOTS (CLOSED)

Zhyzhia and Harry (vashappeninzhyzhia)

I was ecstatic. I haven't seen Harry in a long  time. I missed him, his kisses, his embrace, his dimples, his smile, his cheekiness, his green eyes and curls, and his love.

He arrived earlier yesterday, but I coulldn't see him because I was at work. Which was hard, because he was so close, but I couldn't see him. I really wanted to, so desperately. But I'd get fired if I left early on my shift and I needed an income of money.

Harry was at the club yesterday night, so I couldn't see him after work. He said he was with the lads 'celebrating the end of a wonderful tour' as he put it. But I was kind of worried because, if you don't know, Harry tends to get drunk very quickly and gets completely wasted. He never spreads his drinks out.

I see the road all the boys flats are on and turn into it. I drive down the street a little more and get to the security guard in the little booth by the gate. This place has access only for the boys, so no fans can come inside.

I could go inside without a problem because he knows we've (Zarry-haha sounds like the bromance name for Zayn and Harry) been dating for a year now, so he's seen me a lot. He nods his head and the iron gate slides to the side mechanically and I drive through, it sliding shut behind me.

I drove up to the driveway of Harry's flat. The set up is weird. All the boys have a little flat-sized house with a little driveway. I pull into the driveway and see Harry's black Range Rover already there. So I know he's home.

I decided to come this morning, it's about 6 a.m., because I have to be at work at 8 a.m., so I could have about an hour and twenty minutes to talk and hang out with him. I turned the car off and took the keys out of ignition. I slide it in my purse and leave it, walking out of the car. I don't lock it behind me because it's completely safe. I know it's early, he'll probably be asleep, but I would be able to surprise him. I go up the two front steps and knock. The door opens a couple of long minutes later.

I freeze and the girl also freezes looking at me. She looked my age, but completely fake. She had brown roots with platinum blonde hair that went to her fake chest. Her make up looked like too much icing on a cake and was smudged, her lipstick spread out over lips. Her skin even looked a little orange, too much spray tan. Gross.

She had sheets wrapped around her body and shoulders, as if she was naked. I bet she was.

She was naked.

At Harry's house.

Tears are pooling in my eyes and spill over my cheeks, anger bubbling inside me. I was like a shaken soda and if someone opens me, I'll explode.

She looks at me weirdly, "What's your problem?" And what do you know?! It's a snobby, high-pitched talk that sounded like nails on a chalkboard.

"My problem is you." I hiss, crossing my arms.

"Um, why?" She asks, clutching the sheets tighter to her.

I laugh bitterly and roll my eyes, scoffing, "I can't believe it."

"What?" She asks. She's so stupid, I just wanted to take her to school and teach her myself. I hear footsteps coming down the stairs and we both look to see Harry in only his boxers walking down, his curls all wild and not in his neat form it usually is.

"Um Harry, who's this s***?" She says. I glare at the blonde. Has she looked in the mirror? Then I move my gaze to Harry, glaring as tears were in my eyes. He looked shocked, his eyes wide and jaw hanging.

"I didn't know you were going to be here." Harry whispered.

"It's called a surprise moron. Does that mean you sneak around with fake bimbo girls whenever I'm not around?!" I walk in, pushing the girl aside as she glared at me. Harry's hands reached out a little as he started walking from the bottom of the stairs towards me.