Harry's heart pounds in time to the rhythm of his feet as he hums along to his song on his morning run. In all honesty Harry really hates running, but his manager has him on a tight schedule with his exercise regime and diet being controlled, and being a Gucci model he supposes this is just part of his life now.
Harry's real passion lies in the music industry if he's being completely honest, after everything he'd been through in the last few years he felt that it was the only thing where he truly felt himself. Harry finally reaches his apartment and he crouches down, trying to catch his breath back.
For a very long time Harry had spent his life lost, confused and so unhappy. It was his roommate Zayn that had managed to get him the job modelling, and to get his life back on track. Zayn was more than a roommate though, Zayn was the only person that was there for Harry, and the only person Harry felt completely comfortable around. Other than Nick, Zayn was Harry's only friend, and yet Harry would never, could never, trade that for anything else in the world.
Harry pulls his t-shirt up to wipe the sweat off from his face and walks back into the apartment, trying to stay quiet incase Zayn is still sleeping. Harry finds Zayn curled up on the sofa with a sketchpad in his hand, glasses sliding down his nose, and his usually perfect quiff soft and fluffy, falling into his eyes. Harry smiles a little at the sight, loving to see Zayn relaxed and drawing, knowing that his true passion was art. Luckily Zayn could portray some of that in his modelling what with the clothes he wore and his photoshoots.
Zayn looks up at the sound of the door shutting slightly and smiles when he see's Harry. It had taken a lot after everything to get Harry to do simple things like actually get out of bed everyday so to see him doing things himself, even as simple as going for a jog at 6 in the morning, makes Zayn feel very proud.
"Hey Haz" Zayn says softly.
"Hi" Harry mumbles back, sliding his shoes off and putting them into the porch.
"C'mere, I wanna cuddle" Zayn calls, setting his sketchpad to the side and making grabby hands at Harry.
" 'm all sweaty..." Harry protests but still lets Zayn drag him into his lap.
"Don't care, I want my morning cuddles." Zayn teases, cuddling the younger boy in his lap, Harry curling up into Zayn.
Harry's sister had been friends with Zayn in school as they had been in the same year, and thats how Harry and Zayn had met, Zayn instantly feeling very protective of the younger, shy sweet boy. Zayn was now 22 and Harry 19, and over time they'd only gotten closer.
"How're you feeling babes?" Zayn asks carefully, not wanting to disturb the peaceful atmosphere they had created.
"Um, I guess better? I don't, don't know. Sometimes I feel, feel like I'm running on a treadmill. Like, it doesn't matter how much work I put in, I'm never going to get better, but the second I stop for, even if it's only for a second, I'll go spiralling out of control. Simon still won't let me see a therapist privately." Harry whispers the last part.
Simon is his manager, and Zayn fucking hates him. Zayn had managed to get Harry a job modelling but with a different company to his, and to put it simply Harry wasn't being treated fairly with his management team. But he did manage to get a contract with Gucci so it's hard to complain.
"Simon's a dick, and as soon as your contract with him is over we're dropping him okay? Gucci will still want you Haz, they don't give a shit about Simon and his fucking company, I promise. And I swear you are getting better Harry, the progress you've made in the past few months is incredible. It will start to get better at some point, and I'm always here if you wanna talk." Zayn promises, stroking a hand through Harry's hair.
"Thanks, Z. I'm here for you too, I know a lot of the time we end up talking about me and, and everything. But, I am here for you too." Harry says honestly.
"Thanks babe. I love you."
"Love you too." Harry mumbles, his eyes starting to shut and his breath evening out.
"Oh hell no, you're not falling asleep on me you great lump. Get off!" Zayn complains in a teasing manner, tickling Harry to wake him up.
"Heyyy. I was comfy. 'nd I'm not a great lump, Malik. I'm a Gucci model." Harry teases back. Zayn looks at him fondly, knowing how much progress Harry is making if he's able to joke around and not be offended by simple things.
"Sure, don't let the fame go to your head or anything, Styles." he teases again, ruffling his hair. "Now go shower, you really are sweaty." He shouts as Harry walks up the stairs, laughing when he hears a faint "leave me alone!"
10 minutes later Harry padded back into the living room in some cotton shorts and a hoodie, his hood pulled up, and his hair dryed and soft.
" 'm going for a meeting with Syco in town and then I have a shoot in the afternoon for the Gucci spring collection. D'you need anything whilst I'm gone?"
"Maybe something for dinner, we're out of food again. What's your meeting about?" Zayn replies.
Harry's eyes shoot up from where he was digging around for his trainers and meet Zayns.
"Oh! Um, well, I er, the meeting, it is about, the m-meeting's about, um, it's ab-about-"
"Harry quit the shit talk, just tell me." Zayn interrupted, Harry's eyes falling back to finding his shoes.
"He just wants to discuss my "public image", it's fine." Harry says.
"What does that mean?" Zayn asks, pulling Harry's shoes out and handing them to him, earning a small thanks.
"It's, um, I think it's going to, um, be about, you know, cause I'm gay, and uh, he doesn't want people to, like, find out. It's fine though, I swear. He's got a point."Harry mumbles, trying to reason Simon's shitty managing.
"Harry it's not a bad thing being gay, you shouldn't have to hide it if you don't want to." Zayn sighs, remembering how scared Harry was when he came out to him.
"Maybe I do want to..." Harry mumbles.
"What?"
"I don't know if, if I am, if I'm ready for like, the whole world to know? I already get spoken about enough in the media..." Harry trails off.
"I know babes, just don't let Simon make you do things you don't want to, okay?"
"I'll try, I left half of my smoothie in the fridge if you haven't eaten breakfast yet, it's the green one with ginger we make." Harry offers, tying his laces and grabbing his jacket.
"Thanks Haz, I'll see you later. Don't forget dinner." Zayn calls as Harry leaves the house.
"Bye." Harry mumbles back, preparing himself for this meeting he didn't want to go to.
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