Your Creation • Zarry

6. Heart attack

Rehearsals had begun for the Take me Home Tour days later. We were planning on touring the UK, Europe, North America, Australia, New Zealand and Japan that year. We were expected to be gone for 10 months and I was so beyond excited for it. The boys and I had been working hard for awhile and we had so much planned for 2013; I had such a good feeling it was going to be quite a memorable year for us all.

I walked in to rehearsals wearing a parka and adjusted the beanie falling back on my head while Niall and Liam were already kicking around a football shouting at each other. The camera crew was present as well, since we had been filming so much of our life for a documentary that was coming out later in the year. We were used to the cameras, though. We had been in front of cameras ever since the X Factor and it was pretty cool that we were letting fans have a little sneak peak into our world behind the scenes.

"Oy Oy!" A loud voice rang through the room, which could only mean Louis had arrived.

Louis was loud, loud and more loud. He was the first one in the band that I really bonded with because he was a complete lunatic and was full of laughs. We even lived together at one point which was a lot of fun. He jogged over to Liam and Niall in his naturally energetic state, already spouting off some random nonsense so early in the morning.

Minutes later Zayn showed up looking like he had to be physically dragged in, which was no surprise to anyone. I hadn't seen Zayn since my birthday a couple days prior. He had been busy attempting to make things up to Perrie by attending a bunch of Little Mix's shows on their UK tour. When it came to Zayn it seemed like he was always trying to fix things with her. They argued a lot and no matter how many times she heard about things, she always seemed to forgive him. Meanwhile, I had thought about that dream on at least sixteen different occasions.

Zayn walked up to me and poked my dimple.

"Hello Harry."

I flashed him a wide, dorky smile and he smiled back at me. I was a sucker for the dimple poke. He always did this and it all started when I was nervous singing my solo during "What Makes You Beautiful" and ever since then it had become a sort of ritual where he'd mess with me to calm me down whenever the nerves hit and it was still one of my most favorite things.

I had also brought my journal with me. Ever since Zayn had given it to me I had written quite a bit of random thoughts, ideas and phrases I thought of in just a few days. It was starting to become a bit of a habit that I was bringing it with me everywhere. Maybe I wasn't realizing that I was becoming more of a sentimental person or maybe I just wanted to be prepared in case I got struck with the songwriting bug, but I was feeling more inspired than ever. I placed my journal on the floor near our stuff and walked over to the rest of the boys once rehearsals had started.

We started off by messing around with the crew for awhile and once all of us finally got settled in, we began rehearsals, late as usual. We weren't dancers by a long shot, so it wasn't that much work to rehearse for the show. Fortunately we were switching up the choreography, though, because it felt like we had been doing the same bits for years. It wasn't long until we started goofing off again and we were being scolded. God, we must have been the worst to work with because in the midst of a serious band, we hardly took stuff seriously.

We started off our numbers and when we got to the song "I Would" Liam started singing his part.

"Lately I found myself thinking, been dreaming about you a lot..."

Just then I noticed Zayn look over at me from the corner of my eye, but he wasn't just looking at me. He was staring. Why was he staring at me? And why during that particular part of the song? Maybe I was starting to lose my mind and was genuinely concerned that I was overthinking things way too much.

Once we got to the song "Heart Attack" I decided to change the lyrics, which was something we all enjoyed doing because we couldn't help but be immature sometimes. The original line was "Baby you got me sick" but instead I sang something else.

"Baby I've got a big dick..."

The boys all laughed in unison when I made that lyric change, Liam holding his stomach and shaking his head at me.

"Well, it's true," Zayn said quietly to me as he made his way past, sticking out his tongue.

Normally this would have been fairly typical behavior for any of us, but my head was in a completely different space ever since my birthday. I just hoped nobody noticed me blushing afterward. Was Zayn messing with me? It's not like he hadn't ever seen me naked before. Everyone had. Okay, I was definitely overthinking. I needed to chill out.

We managed to get through the rest of the songs while throwing in our bad dance move ideas alongside the many death glares we were receiving for fooling around too much until we got to "Kiss You."

This was my favorite song to perform. I just loved rocking out to it because it had such a good vibe, plus, there were also some great memories attached to it. I thought about how much fun Zayn and I had during the filming of that music video. He was actually the one who insisted that he and I were the two riding on the motorcycle, but made damn sure I was the bitch in the back, as he had politely put it. But I didn't mind, and I remembered how I had taken full advantage of the many opportunities I got to plant loads of kisses on Zayn that day. I wish they had put them all in.

Fuck, now I was thinking about that dream again. I had been trying so hard not to think about Zayn like that, but it just kept happening on its own. It's like I had no control over that part of my mind anymore. I genuinely started to wonder if it would ever go away and now I couldn't even help but look in his direction way more than I usually did and I felt like he was noticing.