Zarry One Shots by dattumblrgal

Sentence Starter Prompt - Marriage Pact AU

This one is for @LorelaiG2000 , I hope you like it :) It's basically a marriage pact AU, non-famous :)

"Are you still awake?"

"Yeah," Zayn replies from his own bed. "I don't think I'm drunk anymore."

Harry turns around so he can face Zayn. Their dorm room is dark but there's enough light streaming from the outside to see each other.

"I was thinking," Harry mumbles.

"That's a new one for you," Zayn retorts, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

"Anyway," Harry rolls his eyes. "I was thinking just about... stuff. And I realized something. I'm never gonna get married."

"Okay, good for you, babe," Zayn stretches his arms before turning on his side. He rests his head on his hand, his elbow digging into the pillow. "You don't have to get married if you don't want to. I don't think I'm going to either. Weddings are a hassle."

Harry shakes his head a little, scoffing before he sits up in his bed. "That's not why. I want to get married one day. I'd love to have something so special with someone that we decide to put a ring on it and build a life together."

"Then where's the problem?" Zayn frowns. "You're gorgeous, I'm sure you'll find someone one day."

"That's the thing," Harry waggles his finger. "I'm not going to. I'm literally never going to find someone who will love me enough to stay with me forever. Because I refuse to get married if it's just gonna end with a divorce. But there's never gonna be that person for me. People always lose interest in me. Sure, I'll date someone for a bit but then they just slowly, so painfully obivously, stop giving a fuck about me. It's like, I can never make someone hold onto me for long enough. No one has ever cared enough about me to tell me that they love me."

Zayn's face drops a little. "Haz, don't say that. You're a wonderful person. And you're so young, c'mon. You're just twenty. Don't write yourself off. You can find love at thirty-eight for all you know. Not everyone has a high school sweetheart that they stay forever with."

"Zayn, I know what I'm talking about," Harry says intensely, putting his both hands on his chest, one atop another. "I can feel it. I can feel how everyone around me feels. I just know that I'm never gonna find someone who's gonna love me enough to marry me. Besides, I don't want to get married that old. I'd like to be a dad one day and I don't want to be pushing fifty with toddlers. That's a nightmare."

"You're being ridiculous, Haz," Zayn tries to dismiss it. "How much weed did I give you tonight?"

"We shotgunned half a joint but that's beside the point," Harry shakes it off. "Don't you have doubts sometimes? About love and friendship and your destiny?"

Zayn takes a moment to think. "Of course, I have." he says eventually. "Everyone does, Harry, that's the thing. Do I sometimes think I'm gonna die alone and no one in my life truly loves me? Well, except for my mom. Of course I think that. But I can't see the future, can I?"

Harry sighs. He stands up from his bed, walks the two steps between his and Zayn's beds and nearly sits right on top of Zayn. With a huff, Zayn shuffles a bit on the bed so Harry doesn't fall off.

"Do you love me?" Harry asks, his hair falling down to his face as he looks down at Zayn. "We have been best friends for years now. So do you love me?"

"Of course, I do," Zayn scoffs. "Do you love me?"

"Hell yeah," Harry says like it's the most obvious thing in the world. "More difficult question now, would you fuck me?"