Destacar Lover | Zarry

Chapter : 19

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I sat on the edge of the bed, watching Harry meticulously pack his bag. The wall clock reminded me that it was 8 am, and we were on the brink of leaving for Harry's mom's house. 

My gaze lingered on him as he effortlessly pulled on a pair of flared light blue jeans, a crisp white t-shirt, and a light brown cardigan. It was a combination that seemed weirdly put together, yet perfectly complemented Harry's style.

I couldn't help but watch as he stood before the mirror, meticulously taming his long curls into a neatly styled, yet purposely messy look. The familiar scent of vanilla filled the air as he spritzed some mist on himself—a scent I adored on him.

Our eyes met briefly through the mirror—my golden eyes locking onto his sharp green ones.

For that fleeting moment, it felt like an unspoken connection, a magnetic pull that neither of us could escape. 

I looked away, fighting against the undeniable truth that, no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't resist the allure of Harry's beauty.

With a sigh, I rose from the bed, my steps carrying me toward the suitcase that was kept beside where Harry was in the process of getting ready. He stood there, delicately applying blush to his cheeks. 

I couldn't help but think that the winter cold already gifted him with a natural blush, rendering any makeup unnecessary.

Despite the urge to voice this thought, I swallowed it down, focusing on the practical task of lifting my bag.

Before I could make a move, Harry's soft voice cut through the air, "Zayn, could you please fasten this necklace for me?" 

I paused, standing behind Harry and meeting his gaze in the mirror. In his hand, he held a striking necklace adorned with big green pearls.

I stiffly hesitated, my hand hovering momentarily near Harry's waist. However, I thought better of it, opting to keep my distance after the events of the previous night. 

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"Keep your hair to the side," I instructed, clearing my throat. Harry quickly swept his hair away from his nape, allowing me access. 

Leaning in, I caught a whiff of the familiar vanilla scent that lingered on him.

As I clasped the necklace, I noted, "The clasp is loose; I'll need to press it with my teeth."

Harry agreed with a nod, whispering, "Sure."

Taking a deep breath, I leaned down, securing the chain clasp between my teeth and pressing it firmly. In the process, my lips inadvertently brushed against Harry's neck, eliciting a shiver from him.

Harry closed his eyes, emitting a soft moan that stirred something in me, but I quickly stepped away, determined to maintain my composure. 

Sensing my retreat, Harry turned around, reaching for my wrist, and pleaded, "Zayn, just a moment, please."

I shook my head, my gaze unwavering on Harry's vulnerable, delicate face. His green eyes held a glassy shimmer, and his countenance radiated a beauty akin to the warmth of winter sunlight.