That One Show (z.s.)

Five

*the next morning*

Harry woke up in Glendale, AZ for his next show later that night. He felt exhausted from the long conversation held the night before, and could barely hold his eyes open to read the texts he'd been sent.

Zayn: Thank you for giving me a second chance.

Zayn: I promise I won't fuck it up this time for us...for you.

Zayn: And I also have a surprise for you...

Zayn: See you in Glendale;)

Harry rubbed his eyes harshly to make sure he'd been reading this right...and also to make sure he was truly awake and not just living in a dream.

To a lot of people, it may have seemed like the man was following him...like he couldn't get enough of him. But to Harry, this was everything...because he knew those feelings didn't just go away. He knew that every time Zayn bit his lip, smiled with his tongue peeking through his teeth, or fuck...even just spoke it was a difficult task for Harry to hide his hard on. He'd become quite good at it, or so he thought.

What he didn't notice was that hiding it was a tad bit more complicated while he was on stage...in front of  what felt like, millions of people.

....
*at the show*

Harry decided to do the show different this time and he opened with "Golden".

"you're so golden...da da da da dah da da da da"

As he sang, he of course, scanned through the crowd in search of Zayn's chiseled face. His favorite face.

Once their eyes met, he never broke eye contact...and he decided, spur of the moment, to sing a song he wrote for Zayn the year after he left 1D...better known as "If I Could Fly"...and so he did. Not letting his gaze falter anywhere but to Zayn's captivating, hazel eyes...

"know that I'm just wasting time, and I...hope that you don't run from me..."

Harry witnessed a tear fall from Zayn's eye as he continued to sing to the crowd...but felt like he was singing solely to Zayn.

"for your eyes only, I show you my heart. For when you're lonely, and forget who you are. I'm missing half of me...when we're apart...now you know me, for your eyes only."

As Harry finished, Zayn allowed his face to dry and held the smirk that Harry loved on his face for the remainder of the concert.

As the last song, "Kiwi" was in full swing...

"She worked her way through a cheap pack of cigarettes, hard liquor mixed with a bit of intellect."

Harry saw Zayn mouth the words
"I want all of you right now."

And he felt himself start to rise from down below, with no way to stop himself, he allowed it to happen in hopes that his voice would distract from the bulging image in his pink pants...

Harry just winked back at him to let him know that he was all his after the show, and although Harry might regret giving in...he knew he wanted it.