for your eyes only

E I G H T E E N

"He said he will be here, and he isn't." Zayn frowns, looking around the art gallery with a worried frown.

Harry shrugs, "He said we will see him around. He didn't say when." he points out, then pouts "You have been doing this for two hours now. Zayn! I am hungry!"

Zayn doesn't reply, still searching the gallery for the fake blonde. And when he can't, he turns to Harry. "We can go eat. But what if he comes when we aren't here?"

Harry's pout deepens. "Why do you even want to meet him?"

"I want to give him my painting."

Harry gasps, clearly surprised, but then an odd feeling washes over him. "So, you are selling the painting to him?" he asks, and winces at how bitter he sounds. He didn't mean to. But it just happened. He couldn't bear Zayn's surprised eyes, so he turns away, scanning the crowd instead.

"No," Zayn says after some time "I am gifting it to him. It means something to him, you know? Like it means something to me."

Harry shrugs, but doesn't reply, and remains considerable quiet for the next twenty minutes, the odd feeling in him intensifying. Until Zayn finally turns to him, sporting a worried frown. And Harry doesn't know why he cheers in the inside.

"Are you okay? You seem quiet." Zayn asks, threading his fingers against Harry's, and Harry blushes.

"I am just hungry." Harry says, the only reason he can think of, of his strange behaviour.

"I guess we can go to eat?" Zayn finally says, and gives him a bright smile.

Harry finds himself smiling back as well, dimples poking out. But he also feels sort of bad because Zayn really does seem to want to meet Niall again.

"We can stay if you want." Harry says, though he doesn't mean it. He is hungry and he wants Zayn to be with him too. And not with Niall. Definitely not with anyone other than him.

"No, it's alright?" Zayn smiles "Tacos? Your favoutrite."

Harry's smile only widens and he nods, eyes shining. "You remember."

"Of course."

Harry doesn't know what's happening. Why his heart is beating so fast and his palms are sweating slightly. He doesn't know why under Zayn's intense gaze he feels like he could melt into a puddle and float on a cloud at the same time.

But he likes it.