Two Worlds Collide {Zarry Stylik}

Chapter Thirty three *Finale!*

It's prom night and it's the finale!!!!

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 “Haz hurry up and get downstairs, will ya? I want to get pictures!” Gemma yelled at her brother from the bottom of the stairs.

Harry not even bothering with his sister’s incessant nagging for the past ten minutes continued to mess around with his hair, trying to find the perfect angle to flick all the curls in. He had tried a few other things with a lot of hair gel but nothing felt like him and every hair do just seemed over done so he just washed everything out and resorted to his minimal product, curly do. Simple but Harry.

Contented with what he did, he splashed on a little cologne he had found in one of the bathrooms and began to put on his tie. He looked himself over in the mirror. A Dolce and Gabanna suit seem way too over the top for a secondary school prom to Harry but when his sister started to get carried away there was no stopping her. He sighed and thought about the one thing that was going to make him through the night. You’re going with Zayn. 

And he even had a surprise for later. Zayn had sprung the little thing in the meadow so unexpectedly; it would only be fair to do the same to him...

“Oh my goodness, Harry! You look so sharp!” His sister gasped in awe as he walked down the stairs. “Stay right there, I want this documented. I swear I’m a miracle worker, dressing you up.” She flashed the camera a few times.

“Gem, really?” He chuckled at his sister and looked away from the camera, flash to bright for his eyes.

“Yes, stay right there. I swear you look like a damn model in this suit.”

“Okay sis, that’s enough. You’re so embarrassing.” He laughed as he stepped off the stairs and walked towards his Mum who was standing next to his sister silent in awe. Smile was plastered across her face but her eyes looked a tad glassy.

“I can’t call my little boy anymore now can I? You look dashing, love,” she sighed and smiled up at her handsome young man of a son.

“Little boy, no Mum. Yours, always,” he smiled giving her a reassuring smile.

She sighed and turned to look at him once more. She fixed his messily done tie and fixed up his collar. “You’re wearing your father’s cologne. I can tell it’s his scent...”  A sad expression flashed through Anne’s face before she looked back up to him and smiled. “You’re way stronger of a man though, honey. I can see it in you.”

“I love you, Mum. I see you,” he smiled down at her before embracing his mother tightly and leaving.

Nervousness. That was the feeling eating Harry alive as Paul pulled up in front Zayn Malik’s house. He’d never picked someone up like this before, not even for a date with Zayn. Truly honest, they’d never even really been on many of those things either, so pour Harry’s stomach was blasting Chinese fireballs in him when he looked at Zayn’s front door. He was thankful for the frosty wind being blown out by the air conditioning because otherwise he would have sweated straight through his excessive tuxedo out of anxiety. Every worry about seeing Zayn’s family again was running around in his mind but he would sit there all night if he kept those in his head. He slowly opened the door and stepped out of the car. He had a bad feeling about this...

Zayn noticed the black SUV pull up from his bedroom and grabbed his blazer jacket immediately. He had never been a big spender but he took quite a bit out of his savings to get an outfit for this. He wanted to look like a smart young lad if he was going to take someone of such a high profile name like Harry Styles. He fixed his tie, grabbed their tickets and tweaked his quiff one more time before making his way downstairs.