zarry // discontinued
Two broken teens. Two depressed lives. One wrong number that changed everything.
[ WARNING : Story contains triggering themes like abuse, sexual harassment etc. ]
[ STATUS : part 1, completed; part 2, discontinued ]
"So, despite the fact Alec and I practically threatened you, you are going to London only because your dear Harry asked you to?" Claire raises an eyebrow.
"Yupppp," Zayn smiles innocently "I really really want to meet him. Plus, it may be a good opportunity. Art critics will be there. I can get a scholarship! My mother would be so proud."
He ignores Claire exasperated sigh, and re-reads his and Harry's text conversation; probably for the millionth time.
Zayn : After 15 days, I will be with you for 2 weeks. Can't wait.
Harry : Me either. I will come to see your works. But how will we recognize each other?
Zayn : Send me your pic? I will do the same.
Zayn admits, he mostly asked for his picture because he really wanted to see what Harry looks like, and as he scans the pic Harry has sent him with a grin, he doesn't regret it.
Harry :
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"Whoa, that's Harry?" Claire gapes, looking over his shoulder and at his phone screen "Man, he is beautiful. I am jealous. No wonder you like him so much."
"Yeah," Zayn grins wider. Claire starts giving him a weird/surprised look, making him turn to her. "What?"
"Oh, nothing. I was just surprised you agreed so easily, you like him."
"Wait, CLAIRE!" Zayn shouts, in mild horror "I don't like him like THAT! Sure he is breathtakingly beautiful, smart, strong, sweet and an adorable ball of sunshine, and I like talking to him and hearing him laugh and — "
"Staring at his picture like a psychopath stalker." Claire adds quickly, with a humorous twinkle in her eyes.
Zayn ignores her. "— and he finds the best in everyone, doesn't mean that I like him!"
"Sure, you don't.... You love him."
"Clai —"
"You are going to London just because you want to meet him." Claire says, her voice flat; indicating that there's no room for further argument.
Zayn shakes his head, but doesn't say anything. He walks up to his desk where his paintings are drying. He has to submit five paintings. He has made four so far, and he is pretty proud. But there's one painting still left. He has no idea what he is going to paint. He has absolutely no motivation.
He picks up a green colour tube, and somehow that reminds him of Harry's eyes. And Harry's eyes reminds him of Harry. And Harry reminds him of every single things they have talked about — their late nights talk, their feelings, their goals; everything.
He sighs, rubbing his face. As an impulse, he reaches for his phone, and without thinking sends this to Harry :
Zayn : Wow, you are absolutely beautiful.
Harry's replies come within seconds, as if he was waiting with his phone in his hand for Zayn to text him.
Harry : Thanks :-)
Harry : So... What about your pic??
Zayn cracks a smile, and immediately sends him one of his own
Zayn :
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Harry : Qbkdnlakjoslnkalma
Harry : Uh, sorry about that. I dropped my phone on my face in surprise.
Harry : Gosh! I wasn't prepared for this! You are so hot!
Zayn bites his lips to contain his smile. But he couldn't, and he breaks into giggles like a lovesick fangirl.
Zayn : Thanks <3
"You are blushing." Claire says from across the room, amused.
And Zayn is shocked to realise that yes, he is.
[ A/N : Aaahhhh the zarry feels! Also, this (👇) is Claire, but only with bluish-green eyes?
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