Change Your Ticket

What if it's just fun?

Harry's POV

Waking up to a warm body heat pressed to mine, I rapidly sit up, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes. As I open my eyes, I can see Zayn's hand wrapped around my waist, or more like only slightly holding on to it, since I have changed my position. His black hair looks all messy, but it doesn't change the fact that he looks absolutely cute when sleeping. These astonishing long eyelashes of his make him look even more beautiful. Before I know what, I am doing, I brush my hand tenderly over his cheek, down to his neck and slowly let it slide down his upper body. However, then I do realize that this might be really a creepy thing to do and I immediately retreat my hand.

"It's okay Perrie, you're allowed to touch me", I can hear Zayn mumble drowsily. Perrie? Did he just say Perrie? Or maybe I have just misheard him?

It's too early for me to bother with thinking about it, so I just fall back onto the bed, snuggle back up against Zayn, wanting to enjoy the time we still have left. As I admire his face from up-close, my gaze falls onto his red lips, making me recall the events from last night. Absentmindedly, I trace my finger over my own lips, wishing that they could be feeling the warmth of Zayn's again.

I have no clue what we are doing? Are Zayn and I a thing? Do I like him? Do I want this to become real? Would that even be possible? What does he want?

All these questions are running through my head and I can't relax anymore. So, after a while, I do sneak out of bed again, briefly looking around to see if my friends have already woken up. And indeed, Niall and Louis are both awake, their penetrating eyes focused on me.

"Good morning", I greet them, feeling a bit embarrassed that they have probably seen me and Zayn and my affectionate behavior just now.

"Slept well?", Niall questions, clearly holding back a laugh.

"Mmh", I hum, blushing.

"Can I talk to you, Harry?", Lou asks, sounding not as amused as Niall but rather scolding, as if I had done something wrong.

"Sure", I retort and so Lou gets up from bed and the two of us walk into the attached bathroom.

"What's up?", I try to sound nonchalant, but I think he can see right through me.

"I am worried about you", he states seriously, "I think Zayn is not good for you", I attempt to speak, but Lou shuts me up with a glare and continues talking, "I wouldn't necessarily say that he is a bad person, I just think you and him are rushing into something that will destroy you. I have never seen you getting so attached to someone as quickly as you seem to be to him. Heck, that guy has wrapped you around his fingers within mere days. "

"So?", I sigh, feeling annoyed with Louis for ruining my good mood, but also irritated by his words, because maybe there is some truth to them, "what's so bad about that?"

"Harry", he sighs, "I know you. And I am happy that you seem to be having fun with him, but what if that is all to him? What if it's just fun? Because clearly, you seem to be developing feelings for him, whereas he might only be wanting a fling."
His words cut like knives and sadly, I have had these same doubts as well. Lou is right. I am developing feelings for Zayn. I am getting attached to him too easily. And maybe, I do want him and I to not only be a thing, but become serious. FUCK. I can't even be mad at Lou anymore, he is only looking out for me, because like he has said, he does know me very well.

"Well, what am I supposed to do?", I retort, almost frantically.

"Spend the day with Niall and I", he proposed, "not with him. As more time you spend with him, the more you will fall for him. So, for these last few days you should try to avoid him." Avoid him? I don't think I will be able to do that.

"I'll try", I agree with his idea, "but it won't be easy."

"Good, I think you are making the right decision", he says encouragingly. Albeit, it already doesn't feel right. Walking back into the bedroom, I can see that both Liam and Zayn are awake now. Quickly, I avert my gaze from Zayn and look up at Niall, who is sitting crisscrossed on bed, already munching on some chocolate biscuits.

"Morning, lads", Lou greets the other two while I stay quiet. Both of them mumble a Good morning back, but I try not paying attention to them. Although I already desperately want to sneak another look at Zayn. He just has looked so beautiful. Dang. I gotta focus on something else. It can't be that hard. Then why does it feel like he is staring at me, when I crouch down to get some fresh clothes out of my suitcase. I must be imagining things. Shaking my head, I try to shrug off that feeling and head to the bathroom. Just when I have put on my pants and taken off my shirt, the door swings open and he is staring right at me.

"Morning, babe", his raspy morning voice sends shivers down my spine. And the fact that we are both topless and that he has just called me babe is not exactly helping either.

"Hey", is all I mumble, not daring to gaze into his golden eyes, but instead, staring at the mirror in front of me. Closing my eyes for a second, I try to contain my inner urge, which is to just give into to all that he is offering.

"You look hot in the morning, Curly", his voice is so close to my ear, his hands suddenly on my waist, burning up my exposed skin.
"Zayn, I...", I try to speak up, but I can't form a coherent sentence in this close proximity. "Really hot", he speaks further, stressing his words, by pressing gentle kisses on my shoulder, then working his way up to my neck.

As more time you spend with him, the more you will fall for him. So, for these last few days you should try to avoid him. I repeat Louis' words in my head and reluctantly, step away from Zayn.

"What's up?", he asks, clearly irritated with my behavior.

"Ehm, I just have to get ready", I lamely explain. Luckily, Louis enters the bathroom in this exact moment: "You coming, Harry?"

"Where are you guys going?", Zayn wants to know.

"Nialler. Harry and I wanted to check out Montmartre a bit further", Lou shortly replies and somehow I feel like there is a weird tension between these two.

"Oh", is all that Zayn lets out and if I am not mistaken, I can see disappointment in his eyes. Does he want to spend more time with me? Maybe, that means, he likes me?

"Harry", Lou calls me again and I quickly put on my shirt and leave Zayn standing in the bathroom. 

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