The Beautiful Escape [ZARRY]

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Zayn coloured angrily; so what if it hadn't been the most intelligent thing in the world to say? He wasn't the one who'd been stupid enough to climb up a rotten tree. Which reminded him. Why had he been climbing a tree...? His clothes, which he had noticed straight off were extremely expensive-looking, were not what he'd call accepted tree-climbing gear.

Some people never lost touch with their inner child, but somehow Zayn didn't think this man was one of them- in fact, it was hard to imagine that he'd ever been a child. This stranger gave the impression of having emerged into this world complete with cynicism and raw sex appeal.

Harry bit back the blighting retort that hovered on the tip of his tongue and forced himself to smile placatingly at the girl.

"Are there any grown-ups around, young missie...? Your parents...?"

Young Missie! Zayn blinked incredulously. "What did you...?"

He'd be the first to admit that he was no brooding angel, but although he'd never brought traffic to a halt, or reduced a crowded room to awed appreciative silence like Ryan Gosling, he had turned a head or two in his time. Young missie...!

True, he hadn't tied up his now long hair this morning, his thick lashes look a bit fake and add to that fact the yellow cagoule he wore was thickly padded enough to disguise his lean, manly structure completely. Maybe the man's mistake was understandable; especially if he'd fallen on his head.

Zayn's lips pursed; for a moment he couldn't actually decide whether or not he was insulted, then his ready sense of humour came to his rescue.

Having three sisters, he'd learnt when to act offended and when to not. It's always better to laugh at himself before someone else had the chance.

"My dad's at home." Zayn couldn't resist the naughty impulse to raise his normally husky sound to his approximation of a teenage girl's tone.

Zayn gestured towards the path half-hidden by a massive holly bush smothered with berries. "It's not far' can you manage?" he wondered, his eyes travelling with an increasingly doubtful frown up and down the man's tall frame.

"You'll be the first to know if I can't," came the dry response.

"But your head's bleeding."

"It's nothing."

Zayn shrugged; if he wanted to play the macho hard man, let him.

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