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A good lad to be around

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Zayn's POV

"So, you're really doing this?", Liam asks obviously astonished and maybe even shocked, "like take him home, introduce him to your family?"

"Yes", I confirm, earning me another bewildered stare from my best mate.

"What?", I challenge him, because clearly, he has something to say to that matter but won't do it if I don't instigate it.

"It's just...", he scratches the back of his head nervously, "this is not really something you'd do, you know? I mean...how long did it take until you brought Perrie home with you?"

I am more than taken back by this honest and brutal observation and question altogether. Liam is partially right. I remember it had taken me at least three months casually dating Perrie until I finally introduced her to my family. Three months! And how long have I known Harry; a week.

"It's different", I unsurely speak.

"What is different? The scenario? Because sure that is completely different", Liam retorts a bit scornful, "or do you mean Harry is different? Like your feelings for him are different than the ones you had for Perrie?"

"I don't know", I stutter out insecurely, "I really don't." This little conversation is completely throwing me off, leaving me with incoherent thoughts and feelings that I just can't seem to define. Do I even have to define them? Can't I just go with the flow as they say? Can't I just enjoy my life without thinking too much about every action and interaction? I don't have to analyze everything, right? Or maybe I don't want to! I like Harry. I want to be around Harry. These are the only two things I am certain of and there isn't more to know than that.

But what about a long-term perspective? Will I still be drawn to the curly haired, or will he just be my rebound, my fling from Spring Break? Shaking my head as if to disapprove of my last thoughts, I say more firmly, more to myself rather than to Liam: "I think my feelings are different."
"Okay", Liam nonchalantly says and I think he doesn't quite believe me, which is proven right when he adds "if I were you, I'd figure this shit out. I mean I like Harry, he is charming, fun, witty and a good lad to be around, but is he really what you want? I swear I'm just trying to look out for you and I know that I earlier on advised you to let go and have meaningless flings on our trip...However, I meant drunken one-night-stands and not a new relationship. Are you really over Perrie? Are you really ready to move on?"

"Will you stop, Liam!", I holler at him, because I have had enough. Sure, he wants to help me, but he is taking it to far for my liking. It's fucking my decision and not his. I don't mind him giving me some impulses of what there is to consider and think about, but I don't need him to intrude and thereby overstepping every privacy. To him this must all seem very surprising and stupid, but he is not me. He doesn't feel what I am feeling. He also doesn't know Harry like I do, or wants to know him even better, wants to know every part of him. He has not spent these past days living the absolute dream.

"You don't know shit about Harry, okay! He isn't just a good lad to be around as you put it. I...I don't know how to put it into words. Just drop the subject!", I snap at him and then storm off into the next street.

Liam and I have thought that spending a bit of time just the two of us would be nice before leaving Paris and it has been nice; until just now. We didn't do much, just strolled around, chatted about the past days, sports, about whatever really. We took a few pictures, had a small coffee break in one of Marais' marvelous cafes. Everything has been good. I am very aware that Liam has every right to question my decision, concerning taking Harry home with me. Right now, I can't actually believe I'm really planning on doing that. Albeit, our trains leave tomorrow morning. I haven't heard Louis and Niall's reactions so far, but I'm sure Harry is most likely going through a similar talk with his best mates.

This gets me thinking, though. Why do we always comply to so many unnecessary norms and conventions created by society? Just because society claims that trusting people easily and letting them stay at your home after barely knowing them is wrong, it doesn't have to be wrong, right? Jeez, this is fucking confusing and I feel like I am losing my mind. I don't want to doubt my decision, because I am so happy that I found Harry and managed to open up to him, to get so close within a few days. I don't regret it and I don't want Liam or these stupid societal conventions to make me regret it. However, I can't help but think that society might be right? After all, people only say shit like that from formerly experiencing it. Maybe, taking Harry home is indeed a bit overhurried and rushed. Maybe, I should just let him be a wonderful human that I got to spend some time with in the City of Love. Maybe, that's supposed to be all.

My train of thoughts is interrupted by the ringing of my phone. As I spot Harry's name on the display my lips promptly curl into a smile.

"Vas happening, babe?", I greet him giddily.

"Louis and Niall are annoying me", he says, and I know that he is currently pouting, "when will you be back?"

"Already missing me?", I tease, but simultaneously this is the moment where I am realizing that I have missed Harry just as much and it's only been a few hours.

"Don't be too conceited", his voice is filled with mockery and I have to let out a light chuckle.

"What about you meeting me someplace? We could walk around some more, get some snacks and have another picnic at the river. Sounds good?", I propose, very much liking the idea myself.

"Brilliant", Harry basically yells into the phone, "send me your location and I'll be there as soon as possible", he exuberantly adds.

"Sure thing, bye love", I smirk and hang up after he has said his "bye, Zee". Then, I quickly send Liam a text, saying sorry for just storming off like this and letting him know that I'll be spending the rest of the day with Harry.

When Harry finally arrives, after what has felt like hours, although I think it has been roughly forty minutes, I eagerly embrace him and then pull him into a kiss.

"Hey, there", he coyly mumbles and I heartedly peck him on the cheek, before tracing my fingers up his chin in order to make him look right into my eyes.

"Hey, beautiful", I greet him back, earning me a blushing Harry, who also fondly rolls his eyes at me because of the cheesy line. It feels like forever that I am gazing into his mesmerizing emerald eyes; I just can't seem to take my eyes off him. They hold so much beauty and purity in them. And it is exactly in this moment that I know that I am not really doubting my decision. I might have for a split second, but I am certainly not having any doubts now. I will gladly show Harry my hometown and introduce him to my family. And maybe, maybe this will turn out to be a long-term thing. But for now, I am gonna enjoy this evening and all these other what ifs and question can be deferred to a later day.