Smoke & Mirrors • Zarry

16. Glowing

"My love, there's only you in my life. The only thing that's bright. My first love, you're every breath that I take. You're every step I make. And I, I want to share all my love with you. No one else will do. And your eyes, your eyes, your eyes. They tell me how much you care. Oh yes, you will always be my endless love. Two hearts, two hearts that beat as one. Our lives have just begun. Forever, oh, I'll hold you close in my arms. I can't resist your charms. And love, oh love, I'll be a fool for you, I'm sure. You know I don't mind, oh, you know I don't mind."

It seemed to be the most common ritual lately for Zayn to wake up to Harry singing loudly, exuberantly, as if he was the only one to ever exist in the world and that morning was no exception, except Zayn could hear Harry's voice ringing out at the top of his lungs over the sound of rushing water, which echoed off the walls of his bathroom outside his bedroom door and Zayn turned over to see that it was already late afternoon and Harry was showering while singing Endless Love by Dianna Ross and Lionel Richie, and taking it upon himself to sing both parts.

Zayn chuckled under his breath as Harry's voice range went from high to low, as if he was in a whole ass musical and it was so like Harry to be this way, but Zayn happened to find it cute and he just listened to him as he peeled himself out of bed, his body still aching everywhere from fucking all night and morning and Zayn slowly gathered himself, slipping on a pair of black sweatpants as he moved his exhausted body from his bedroom to the kitchen, glad to have the power back on.

He peered into the cupboards for something to eat, but Zayn couldn't seem to make a decision on what he wanted considering all that he was thinking about was the way that Harry made him feel, the way he whispered against his lips, the way his tongue felt as it slid against his, the way Harry drove him crazy with the words he spoke, how he knew exactly what to say and when to say it, the delicious obscenities that he cursed through breathless panting, grunts, his effeminate moans, the measured way that his hands roamed about Zayn's body, touching him in these specific patterns that sent Zayn to some ethereal place, some high that no drug could ever achieve.

And it blew his mind and terrified him all at once and Zayn just stood there, zoning out as the lovely, melodic voice that belonged to Harry filled the space around him, casting its spell over Zayn. And then his phone started ringing on the kitchen counter, snapping him back into reality.

Louis.

"Oy, I'm downstairs. Let me in," he said on the other end with his thick, Doncaster accent.

Zayn groaned silently, forgetting that it was the day that Louis came back from Italy and he reached over to press the buzzer on his wall as he heard Louis' footsteps marching their way up the stairs.

"She said yes. She fucking said yes, mate!" Louis exclaimed as he barreled through the front door and ran up to Zayn who began hugging him with excitement. "I'm engaged to El. She's gonna be me wife. Un-fucking-believable, innit?" 

"Congratulations Lou that's amazing. I'm so happy for you," Zayn replied, patting his back, unable to remember the last time that he genuinely hugged Louis, and then they pulled away from each other while Louis gave him a look, a specific, curious sort of look. 

"Hmm, something's different with you," Louis said, making his way into the living room and plopping down on the couch, lighting up a cigarette. "Don't take this the wrong way but you're like, glowing. And you just hugged me."

"Glowing? What the fuck does that mean?"

"You know...you just look like you're in a suspiciously good mood," Louis replied, blowing smoke into the air and Zayn just shook his head to himself, pouring milk into a bowl of cereal and wondering how it became so apparent that his mood was now written all over his face enough for Louis to notice.