[ A/N : Dedicated to smartybrunette . I have seen her comments and votes since I started writing my first story! Thanks, love! For the support and always being there for me! ]
By the time Zayn and the two other seniors - Ella, a leggy brunette who dresses as a hipster and would kill you if you try to talk to her, and Casper, a filthy-mouthed redhead who would sleep with a girl even if she is fucking married - reach the art gallery where theirs and hundreds of others' art was arranged, they are already an hour late.
It's not their fault they had to wait at the station in this cold for about half an hour before the bus arrived to take them and a few more to the art gallery. The credit for delaying the next half an hour goes to London traffic.
Zayn's heart is beating in his chest and his palms are sweating, partly because this may be his future, and partly because he is going to meet the person who he definitely wants in his future.
"This is it." Ella, whispers, when she finds her paintings, surrounding a picture of her, below which, in fancy calligraphy is her name. Zayn's are right beside hers, each painting surrounding a picture of his, to help him be recognised. Ms Grace has typed up a summary of the meaning behind each painting, with their names, and they are hanging on one portion of the wall in all their glory.
"It's like a dream." Zayn breaths out, his eyes misting over. His mind goes over to his mother, smiling and proud "I have done it."
"You have."
Zayn turns around so fast he almost snaps his neck. "Harry," he says, then says it again, just to make sure it's really him, standing in front of him "All dimples and rosy cheeks." Zayn laughs, and watches the red of his cheeks turn darker.
"Zayn." Harry says and gosh his name sounds so good from his voice. He wants to touch him, and make sure that he is really there, and not just his mind playing tricks on him, or he is not just a dream. Hesitantly, he reaches out and takes Harry's hand in his. Harry's eyes widens, but he squeezes back nonetheless, and something shifts in the atmosphere.
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Fanfictionzarry // 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 ]
