Say Something (Im giving up on you) || Zarry

Chapter 16

"its zayn."

Harry wasn't sure why he's looking at Luke in a way that a 5 year old would when he's asking mummy if he can eat a peanut butter cup in midnight. Like he's asking for permission, can I amswer it?.

But of course he wasn't really asking Luke's permission. It might or might not be rude to take the call, but still, if he's having second thoughts, it isn't for Luke. Its for himself. So when he saw the lad rolled his eyes, Harry answered it. "zayn?"

Zayn chuckles, "no, its Justin Bieber."

zayn rarely makes jokes, so it made harry chuckle too. "what is it?"

"no reason. just checking on you."

there was a long pause before zayn spoke again. "You looked really tired earlier?"

"oh. I was tired."

"strawberry or pistachio?"

"pistachio.....?" without thinking, harry replied.

"you just never change, don't you?" zayn chuckled, and that's when harry realizes what he was asking.

"wait, don't tell me-"

"yes, and I'm buying a pint, so you still have 30 on your clock to eat dinner before I get there."

and there it is again, the dead air. It maybe because he still has 30 minutes to go back to his flat, or he can tell him now, on the phone, that he's with Luke, outside a vintage looking diner. but its zayn.

its zayn.

The thought of seeing him thrills every fiber in his body. The opportunity to spend time with him alone have been very limited, and harry knows, he fucking knows that it'll get more complicated in the future, so now he's panicking that he's already looking at Luke apologetically, about to answer zayn, but he spoke first.

"but you're not home, are you?"

"uh.. yeah..." harry admits, playing with his bottom lip nervously.

"where are you then?"

"I'm about to have dinner, but I'll jus have it to go-"

"with who?"

Harry had to swallow the lump forming in his throat, "Luke..."

"oh," zayn paused. a long one. harry can hear him though, speaking with maybe the cashier that he's cancelling on buying his pistachio pint.

"you have a good evening with Luke, harreh." he's about to hang up, harry knows.

"zayn, wait. you're still coming over, right?"

"I think I'll just spend the night here."

It took a while before it registered to harry that he's at perrie's. And it made him laugh. dry, bitter laugh, that hearing it would make you want to scratch your own throat. "of course."

"of course what?" 

"of course you're at perrie's. of course you'll spend the night there. I mean, she's your girlfriend, is she not?"

"don't wanna do this on the phone, har-"

"and of course-" harry laughed again, "of course you're allowed to be jealous, but I'm not, am I?"

"stop fucking saying of course." and he can hear him, heavily breathing on the phone, soft voice now low and raspy. "where are you?"

"doesn't matter. you have a good night too." Harry murmurs, hanging up quickly.

Luke was just staring at him the whole time, hands behind his head. "you done, drama queen?" And harry wishes he was. he wishes he's done with all the drama, with all the damn regrets and wrong decisions this life has to offer.

"you," he points at luke, finger almost touching the tip of his nose, "that milk shake you were bragging about, that better be worth it. that better be better than a pistachio ice cream."