Zarry One Shots by dattumblrgal

Canon AU - Phone call

"It's three in the morning," Zayn's voice on the other side of the phone is rough. The call must've woken him up.

           Harry's sitting by his pool, legs in the chilly water. He might get a cold after this night. It's unusually crisp for LA. It doesn't really matter to him.

           "I know," Harry says quietly. Words have abandoned him now that he's doing what he thought he needed for a long, long time. What can he even say? I need you? I can't live without you? I haven't seen you in two years and I think I'm forgetting how your touch feels and it's driving me crazy?

           He hears Zayn sigh and ask, "Are you drunk right now?"

           "No," Harry simply answer. He's not drunk, far from it. The sobriety of his mind probably made him ask Louis for Zayn's number and call him. The 3AM part was melancholy and heartache.

           "How'd you get my number anyway?"

           "Louis."

           "Oh," there's only silence then. Loads of it. They can both hear each other's breathing over the phone. There's nothing for them to talk about. Not right now. Truth is, about a million things has been left unsaid between them. In no universe is one phone call enough to talk through all of them. But still, Zayn hasn't hung up on him, so Harry thinks it's a good sign. He wants to talk, or at least not fight.

           "I miss you," Harry breaks the silence. The words just left his mouth without permission. Or maybe his heart did give it to them. It's been too long.

           "What are you trying to do with this, Harry?" you could probably hear his heart breaking over the sound of his name falling from Zayn's lips. It's the same voice, it's the same accent, but there's nothing familiar about the lack of emotion. If Harry looked into it too hard, he'd pick up hatred and loathing in Zayn's voice. He knows it would be just his imagination. It's been two years, Zayn doesn't care about him enough to hate him.

           "Nothing. I just miss you. So, I got your number and called you. It's been two years already," Zayn scoffs. Harry can vividly picture him right now. Lying in bed, possibly his dogs somewhere near, the moonlight sparsely illuminating him. Harry wonders if she's with him. Many nights, Harry was there instead of her.

           "Exactly. It's been two years and I've moved on. I don't need you to try and fuck everything up," Harry just nods to himself.

           "I wanted to do this with you, don't you dare say I didn't. But guess what? You changed your fucking number. We're not going to do this again. All that sneaking around, cheating and empty promises. You don't get to do this to me now. Not when I finally-" Zayn cuts him himself off. Not knowing that he was about to say will certainly eat away at Harry for a long time. Normally this late at night, when he's alone in bed. Because Harry's a secret masochist, he settles with the rest of the sentence being "have a girlfriend I love and I don't ever think about you".

           "I know. I just- I want to be your friend again. We didn't use to always fall in bed together," the memory hurts more than anything.

           "Just...call me when it's not the middle of the night. Bye, Harry," it's hope. It's more hope Harry has ever encountered in his life.

           He knows he's selfish. So, he will call. It will lead to either something terrible or absolutely fucking wonderful. Those are the only two options with them. They're burning bright together, like the sun. Or they're a volcano eruption, destroying themselves and everything within their proximity.

           Harry's always been selfish, especially with Zayn. Sharing was never his strong suit. And now Zayn's given him the tip of his finger. Harry's not going to take just the whole hand, he's going to take all of him.