Swirls of Colors ~ A Larry Stylinson Story

Chapter 4

Harry woke up with rays from the sun irritatingly teasing his eyes, just about to walk towards the window and move the curtains, in ability to 'hide' the sun when he felt a smash of pain and sickness rushing trough his entire body. With a sigh, he remembered the earlier night and its events. And all that bloody drinking, Harry was by far not that used to drinking so it wasn't strange he was feeling like he was. He deserved it.

He cursed to himself when he walked out of the bed, the pain in his head so unbearably strong he wasn't sure how he was able to actually walk.

Knowing he wouldn't be able to get more sleep, he moved towards the kitchen carefully, grabbing a glass from one of the cupboards and quickly pouring water in it, the need of some cool beverage growing bigger.

Sitting down on the chair by the kitchen table; Which just like everything else in the apartment had mosaic patterns on it, swearing over how hopeless he'd been earlier, Zayn interrupted his thoughts, entering the kitchen with a big smile on his face.

"God morning sunshine. You look like your having a blast, babe!"

Zayn said in a teasing voice, a big smirk plastered on his lips. Harry just wanted to rub that smirk on his face away.

"Shut up."

Harry said, whining as the pain shot through his body when his head tilted slightly.

"Got quite a hangover haven't you?"

"Why aren't YOU even in pain?"

Harry whined, well aware of the fact that he was acting like kid.

"Baby, I know my limits. It's just matter of getting to know your inner self and your body's boundaries."

Zayn said, now speaking to Harry as if he was one of the annoying teens on Zayn's yoga lessons. Harry sighed.

"I'm only having one class today, you're sure you don't want to join? There will be sexy boys!"

Zayn teased, with a smirk.

Harry just raised an eyebrow and rolled his eyes.

Zayn knew Harry was gay, just as much as Harry knew of Zayn's attraction towards boys and hot, zesty orange tea. Although Harry was convinced orange tea was really the last popular flavor; Ever.

"Fuck you."

Harry muttered, doing his best to ignore his friends happy mode and teasing tone in his voice.

"Whatever MISSES sunshine!"

He said with a chuckle, emphasizing the word 'misses', whilst grabbing an apple from the bowl of fruits.

"I'm not a girl!"

Harry yelled, doing his best to hide the amusement in his voice.

"Yeah, yeah baby. Explain why you're acting like a girl on her period then, will ya'?"

Zayn said with a smirk wide as the mississippi river and left the flat with a loud, warm laugh.

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It was yoga class for Zayn today, something he'd been doing for two years straight now. He loved the familiar feeling he got every time he entered the small room where he held his classes and since everyone was allowed to come, there were always new faces to get to know.

Walking in the room he breathed in the sweet scent and took a look at his reflection in the mirror. His hair wasn't styled today, it was hidden behind a dark green beanie, his legs dressed in simple sweatpants and a regular white tank was lazily thrown over his upper body, showing of his olive skin.

He always entered to the room a little earlier than the others, just to make him feel 'at home' when in the room, clearing his thoughts before people started flowing in.

The classes weren't huge, maybe 7-15 people maximum, but on Sundays there would always be less than other days.

And Zayn liked Sundays the best.

Making sure everyone had at least a decent amount of place to move on, whilst going trough some regular moves Zayn always started the class with; The door Zayn just so swiftly closed earlier opened, and in came a tall boy with golden hair, golden skin and gorgeous eyes. Hell, everything with him was beautiful.

And Zayn knew he recognized him.

-It was Liam, he'd met him just yesterday at the club, and if he dug deep enough in his memory he could remember saying something about him holding yoga classes.

Damn it!

"Hey."

Liam whispered, as if afraid to disturb the others. That was sweet and thoughtful of him, Zayn thought before giving him a bright smile and pointing towards and empty place in front of him where he could sit.

20 minutes in the class now, and it was going smoothly. The atmosphere was silent and just as cosy as it always was on Sunday's.

But when it was time for the 'sunrise position' Zayn got slightly nervous. This position was basically one where the bum was pointing outwards and upper body tilted down towards ones toes; Showing of a good amount of ass. Now, usually, this position wouldn't be any problem at all.

But in normal cases Zayn wouldn't have Liam's toned bum right in front of him.

The sight was extraordinary and it was slightly horrifying how ones ass can look so plain gorgeous as Liam's did.

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When class was finished people were talking with each other and smiling, and the atmosphere was filled with happiness.

Zayn was about to leave when he felt a familiar hand on his back, surprised by the sudden contact and how it felt as if the touch left a burning mark on his skin.

"Wait up Zayn!"

Liam said, his face slightly glossy with sweat and his hair sticking to his forehead.

Zayn couldn't help but lick his lips at the sight.

"Yeah, sorry mate!"

Zayn said with a wide grin, as he waited for Liam to pack his things into his bag.

"You know, this yoghurt thing is actually feeling quite good! I actually got tired and sweaty of this!"

Liam kept babbling on.

"Yoghurt thing?"

Zayn asked with an amused tone to his voice. Okay, that was actually really adorable, he thought to himself.

"Yeah?"

Liam said with a nod as they walked out of the room.

"I can't believe you just said yoghurt... It's yoga."

Zayn said with a chuckle whilst explaining to him the difference of the dairy product and the relaxing 'sport'.

"So, where are you heading now Zayn?"

Liam asked, a genuine smile on his lips, as they walked out of the small building that held whatever classes you could think off.