photo booth ➳ zarry

seventeen

"good morning sunshine." i smiled at the curly haired doofus who happened to be beside me when I had woke up. i love the fact that i can see his face first thing in the morning.

"good day." harry mumbled, grabbing my pillow and placing it over his head.

"so are you ever going to go home? because maybe we can do something today." i smiled.

"what are you talking about?" harry smirked, leaning closer to me, trailing kisses up my jawline.

"no harry. not that." i giggled a little as harry continued to kiss me until he reached my lips.

"we'll talk about this after. right now i want to really kiss you." harry spoke.

"harry b-" harry cut me off, placing his finger on my lips, and shushing me.

after that our lips made a lot of contact.

"okay harry okay." i moved away from him, laughing.

"so graduation is soon." harry mumbled, yawning.

"then we'll run away. right after we graduate. we'll have our suitcases and plane tickets.." my voice trailed off.

"and?" harry questioned.

"the most important thing i have is you. that's all i need." i kissed his head of curly hair.

"shut up zayn." harry blushed.

"you're all i want.." i mumbled, while kissing him.

"fine okay me too." harry blushed. "i'm all i want."

i laugh at his silly comment as he pressed his face into my chest. he looks up at me with a stupid smile on his face.

"so are we just gonna run away?" harry assured.

"i guess.. it's not that hard.." i laughed.

"well, zayn. i don't know, babe. this was my life for a long time." he says looking down at his fingers.

"harry, we'd be fine. i love you and you love me. that's all that matters." i grinned at harry, then kissing his forehead.

"fine. what about our parents?" harry asked, worried.

"it's not their problem. okay, maybe that came out a little harsh.." i bit my lip.

"you think." harry scoffed, lying back down into my bed, turning so that he could see me.

"but seriously, we're going to leave one day, so why don't we leave now?" i spoke.

"good point. but we have time zayn. one day we won't even know each other anymore. we'll have our own families, and not even remember each other, or what we had." harry reasoned.

i knew he was afraid.

"are you scared?" i smirked.

harry blushed, covering his head with my pillow once again.

"fine." he mumbled.

nailed it. "it's okay harry. i'll be there with you the whole time. your okay. if you ever need me, you just need to call me. plus, at one point you took french for almost as long as i can remember so you can teach me." i smiled, ruffling his hair.

harry looked up at me. "one thing your not good at. wow." he smiled at me, his little dimple killing me.

"harrrryyyy..." i blushed, poking his dimple, causing him to smile more.

"zaynnnnn." harry giggled.

"kiss me. now fast." i didn't even wait for him, i just kissed him.

gosh, what has harry done to me?

"okay zayn. i guess we should leave this place and go out. get some fresh air." harry said.

"sure. we've been locked up in here all day." i chuckled.

"it's been 15 minutes." harry said flatly.

"an amazing 15 minutes." i mumbled, and harry has heard.

"how?" he rolled his eyes.

"because i spent it all with you."

-later

"harry." i spoke, as we sat down beside each other outside of the café we had just come out of.

"yes zayn?" harry was tapping his foot nervously. he couldn't get his parents off his mind.

"here, here, here. let me distract you." i pulled a ring out of my pocket.

"if this is a proposal, i object. we're not even legal." he sassed.

i laughed. "jesus christ."

"fast zayn." harry sighed.

"it's a promise harry." i smiled a little. "a promise to our love. so maybe one day you can become my harry styles-malik." i spoke shyly.

"zayn." harry smiled.

"harry." i answered.

"this is the sweetest thing i've seen all day." harry said quietly.

"you want the ring?" i asked, taking his hand.

"of course zayn." harry giggled, watching me slip it onto his finger.

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OK SO IDK

this story is cool.

not as cool as you guys.

-Alexis <3