Best men

Chapter 1

HARRY. 

“So?” Harry says, looking at his friend from over his glass, his eyebrows raised, but a small smirk on his face. “Are you gonna tell me why you’re smiling like that, or are we just going to sit here forever?” 

Harry’s seated on a chair at his best friend’s kitchen table, eyeing the widely smiling boy curiously. Zayn had texted him that he wanted to tell Harry something, something very important. So after work he rushed to the boy’s house and now he’s there, eating some takeout Zayn had ordered for them and Zayn hasn’t spoke up yet, he’s just smiling like an idiot.

“Okay, I’ll tell you. Just a bit nervous,” Zayn chuckles before he continues. “I asked Liam.” A blush spreads on his face and his eyes twinkle. 

“You asked Liam what?” Harry shakes his head a little, furrowing his eyebrows while he pushes his empty plate away. He doesn’t get what Zayn’s talking about. 

“I asked Liam if he- I asked him to marry me!” 

“What!” Harry’s face lights up, a dimpled smile appearing on his face while he stands up to walk over to his best friend.

“Congratulations mate! You didn’t even tell me you wanted to get married!” Zayn pulls him in for a tight hug, laughing softly against Harry’s shoulder.

“How did you ask him?” Harry asks, hopping on the counter, a wide smile still on his face while he’s watching his friend. 

“Well, we were cuddling on the couch - just normal stuff yeah - and I felt so happy. I want it to be like that forever so I decided to ask him. And when I did he said yes right away!”

“Whoa, that’s really great, mate! ‘M so happy for you.” Harry tells Zayn before he stands up again to give him another hug. “You two are perfect together,” he sighs before he pulls back from his friend.

“Haz, there’s something I want to ask you as well, though.” Zayn says while placing a hand on Harry’s shoulder, looking him in his eyes. And Harry’s smile is getting wider and wider, already knowing what Zayn’s going to say next. 

“I want you to be my best man.” 

Harry’s smile gets the widest it’s ever been, his dimples are showing, eyes sparkling. He slides his arms around Zayn again, pulling him close, hiding his smile against Zayn’s neck.

“Yes!” he says while he steps back from Zayn, placing a hand on his mouth to stop a small giggle from spilling out. They just stand there for a second, smiling like idiots at each other.

“Okay that’s settled then! Off to celebrate,” Zayn tells Harry while he slides his arm around his best mate’s shoulder, leading him to the living area so they can watch a bit of TV while they talk about the wedding and all that’s still to come. 

They talk for a bit before Zayn walks to the kitchen to get them some beers. 

“So you know you’ve gotta help us plan the wedding, right?” Zayn looks at Harry with a raised brow, placing the bottle in front of him. “Liam’s chosen a best man as well so you’ve gotta work together with him, ‘s that alright?” 

Harry takes the bottle while Zayn sits down next to him again. He nods his head, gulping down half his beer. “Yeah of course, who’s it?” 

“Niall Horan, the blonde guy from Ireland. You know him, right? Liam’s best mate.” 

Harry nods slowly. He knows the guy. They all have spend time together, went out together. He doesn’t know the guy that well but at least he knows he’s very friendly. Harry always thought the boy was quite attractive actually.