Swirls of Colors ~ A Larry Stylinson Story

Chapter 3

It was Saturday night, and unlike most Saturdays or really any day in general; Harry was "free" tonight.

Zayn, Harry's best friend, had convinced him to join him for the night. And at first Harry had protested wildly, he really had, but Zayn isn't a yoga teacher for no reason, he's got strength. So with Harry pinned on the floor he finally got that 'yes' he'd been looking forward too.

Harry did spend a huge amount of his days in the studio, and Zayn hadn't seen his roommate properly for weeks.

If you'd have to find an opposite to Harry, Zayn would most defiantly be first on your list. They aren't alike even the slightest, but then again; Opposites do attract.

Zayn had a strong body, soft attitude and sugar sweet smile, he could come across as one of the wilder boys, although in reality Zayn was just as tea loving as Harry was and spent most of his time on the yoga mat, out jogging and on rare occasions; Out clubbing.

And tonight was a rare occasion.

Harry was for once not dressed in his regular checkered shirt, now he was instead wearing a blazer in black, also something Zayn convinced him to do. And even though Zayn had done his best to try and get the younger lad to notice the fitted pants in his closet, Harry had never once let go of his light washed, tightly fitted, skinny jeans.

Whilst Harry was keeping his hair as it was, not caring to style it just because he was going out, Zayn on the other hand was glued to the handmade mosaic mirror, his eyes never leaving his own reflection as he concentrated with every fiber in his body to get it perfect.

Zayn, unlike Harry's lazy and non thinking self, was a perfectionist. He was dressed in loosely hanging dark jeans, white shirt and a leather jacket tightly wrapped around his upper bod'.

Harry didn't want to admit it, but honestly; He hadn't been out, like really 'out' in months, years? Hell, he hadn't been at a club for such a long time.

Entering the noisy club Harry quickly recognized the smell of smoke, the loud music and the grinding people around him. Nonetheless, Harry hadn't been near a club and ages, especially dancing and drinking in particular.

He was glued to Zayn tightly, scared he'd leave him in the crowded club all by himself.

However, he felt a bubbly feeling in his stomach, he wasn't quite used to this; Besides it was only one night. He was doing this for Zayn, yeah.

"Harry, get your lazy ass over here!"

Zayn yelled over the loud music swirling trough the room. Harry smiled at that, he had missed Zayn AND his jokes. Frankly, he'd been spending quite a lot of time in the studio lately.

"I'm coming, I'm coming!"

Harry yelled with a smirk as he started walking towards Zayn, who was now sitting by the bar, ordering a round of shots.

"Here ya' go!"

Zayn said with a big smile as the bartender was finished with the shots, giving them a tray with several of the colorful drinks.

"Oh no... I'm not having any, I'll order some fizzy water instead..."

Harry began, just about to order a glass of mineral water as Zayn stooped him.

"Don't be silly Harry, you haven't been drinking in ages."

"But..."

"Not a single 'but' okay? Live for once Harry!"

Zayn said with a grin as he took another shot, swallowing the glass content before giving one of the shot glasses to Harry.

"Cheers mate!"