The Model [Zarry]

Chapter 11.

"That's Harry and Zayn for you." Niall announced to Liam, patting him on the back as the two boys came strolling through. Liam smiled at them. "Right Zayn, you first." he demanded, pointing to the cross for Zayn to stand on. Zayn sighed deeply, walking toward the spot ad taking off his white t-shirt in the process. Looks like he was one step ahead of Liam. Smiling broadly, Liam peered through the camera and zoomed in to focus on Zayns face and noticed his chapped, and brightly swollen lips. Liam froze and adjusted the camera, standing up as that nervous feeling churned in his stomach feeling. "Okay, that's you. Harry now." he sighed and Zayn slipped his t-shirt back on for Harry to take his place.

When Harry had his t-shirt on, he zoomed in and Harrys lips matched Zayns. Swollen and chapped. They done it. They had obviously kissed. "Right, that's it for now. Louis and Eleanor, you take their place." Liam said bluntly. Harry and Zayn exchanged puzzled glances but obeyed all the same with a light shrug.

"Oh, Harry. I thought you might want to look at this. It's the gay photo shoot you and Zayn did. It's going on the official artical for the paper, well done." Liam smiled weakly, patting Harry on the back. Harry beamed and Harry walked away. Zayn appeared next to him minutes later.

Harry couldn't help smiling at the picture of them. The way Harrys lips fitted perfectly on the crook of Zayns neck...the way his large hands were covering over Zayns abs...it was amazing. "Y'know...I kinda wanna relive that." Harry admitted, pulling Zayn close to him and pressing his lips against his neck. Zayn didn't crane his neck like he did in the photo shoot but instead, he leaned into his touch as if he was snuggling closer to him.

Harry couldn't help smiling a little, his teeth inches away from the exposed skin but he didn't dare leave a hickey he would scare Zayn away, which was the last thing he wanted too. "We should...go." Zayn muttered to the curly-haired boy who sighed heavily. "Mhmm." Harry mumbled back, too busy breathing in the expensive aftershave.

Zayn gently pushed Harry away with a hand on his chest and headed to his dressing room. As much as Zayn wanted to feel Harry close to him, he decided it was best not to as he was getting a few stares from other employees. Louis and Liam in particular. Harry stayed put, admiring the black and white picture of him and Zayn. "Harry?" an Irish voice asked and his head spun round to find Niall walking toward him.

"Hmm?" he asked casually. "I was just wondering if you wanted to come to mines tonight. Zayn can come too obviously." he added with a cheeky wink. "Yeah, sure." Harry breathed and headed to his own dressing room.

Niall then grabbed a bundle of clothes that needed to folded up on the clothes table and headed over to it. "Ni?" Liam asked suddenly and he spun rounded, seeing Liam walking over to him. "What...what happened?" he asked hesitantly. "What happened when?" he frowned, folding up a sweater. "Ni, please. Just tell me. What happened between Harry and Zayn?" he pleased desperately. Niall bit his lip, unsure whether it was his business to boast. But Liam was his boss. He had to tell him.

"They kissed." Niall stated firmly. Liam bit his lip, his heart sinking as he ran a hand through his hair. He knew it. "You all right?" Niall asked uncertainly. "Yep. Fine." Liam replied curtly. Niall studied Liam through narrowed eyes. "You do know you can't do anything about it, right? They're happy." Niall assured Liam and he hated how biased he sounded, considering it was only this morning he saw Harry crying because of Zayn. "I know, I know." Liam replied impatiently. Biting his lip, Liam ran a hand through his hair and drifted off into his office. Niall shrugged and shook his head, knowing that Liam didn't want to be bothered by now. 

Once he had finished folding up the designer clothes, he exited the camera room and headed down the corridor where the dressing rooms were. He was about to knock on Zayns room when he heard laughter, which sounded an awful lot like Harrys. He pushed down on the door handle and entered with out knocking. Harry smirked a little to stop himself laughing as Zayn continued to stare at him, Niall looked at him, puzzled. See, how can he see that he doesn't feel anything for Harry, when he gives him that look? It's not a look that he gave him, or Liam, or any other person for that matter. It was...different. And it infuriated Niall that Zayn hadn't figured out his feelings yet, although it was plainly obvious for everyone else. Especially when Harry returned that look, which Zayn seemed to be unaware of.

"You really should start knocking, Niall." Harry spoke, interuppting him from his thoughts. "I know." Niall admitted, instantly defeated and Harry and Zayn laughed. The last thing he wanted was to walk in on the pair of them kissing. Again. He shuddered at the thought. "Did Liam call you, or..?" Harry asked carelssly, stepping forward as Zayn sat on his swivel seat, his feet perched up on the dressing table, cross-legged. "No. Actually, I just came by to ask you both if you wanted to come to mine, tonight." he offered and Harry glanced at Zayn. "To be honest, I think I'm just gonna hit the hay tonight." Zayn sighed, tossing his phone on to his lap as he stretched an arm behind his head.

Harrys smile disappeared, holding an intense gaze on Zayns eyes as they shared a private look. A look that only meant nothing to Niall. "I'll come." Harry decided minutes later. Niall beamed and scurried out the room before Harry could change his mind. He really wanted to know what the dealio was with Harry and Zayn. 

Harry got home sooner or later and dashed up to his bedroom to get changed. "How are you, Harry? I feel like I haven't spoke to you in ages." Louis said loudly as he appeared standing in the door frame of Harrys room. "You haven't." Harry said simply, whipping off his t-shirt. Louis flinched and wrinkled his nose. "I'm sorry, mate." he sighed. "No worries. It should be that's apologising, I was the one that was pissed off for you scaring off Zayn." Harry shrugged. "Yeah, but I was the one that made you pissed off. I'm sorry." Louis said desperately. "You're forgiven." Harry said, waving a hand dismissively at Louis. Louis grinned. "So where you off to, Hazza?" he smirked, folding his arms across his chest.

"Can you not?" Harry asked suddenly, indicating to Louis staring at him as he got changed out of his briefs. "I've seen you naked before." Louis rolled his eyes and Harry shook his head in disbelief but got changed anyway. "I'm going to Nialls." Harry answered Louis' questioned. Louis nodded. "Anyway, I gotta run. Off to El's." he added as Harry looked in his mirror to fix his hair. "See ya." Harry said half-heartily and Louis was gone. 

"So what really happened? Between you and Zayn?" Niall interrogated, as soon as Harry sat down next to him on the soda, both of them with beers in their hands. "We kissed." Harry shrugged, staring into space. "Oh, really? I didn't notice seeing as I wasn't the one who walked in on you." Niall said sarcastically, rolling his eyes. Harry sniggered. "It was just a kiss, I'm not sure it means anything yet." Harry mumbled, blushing a little. "Just a kiss? But what about everything Zayn has said? About his feelings?" Niall questioned. Harry frowned, suddenly beginning to get annoyed by Nialls rambling questions. "It was just to see something." Harry said impatiently. 

"Mhmm. Think you'll be doing the deed any time soon?" Niall smirked, nudging Harry playfully whose eyes widened in horror. "No! Of course not." Harry exclaimed and Niall burst out laughing. "I'm joking, mate. Joking." Niall assured him, patting him on the shoulder. Harry scoffed, doubting it. "Maybe...maybe you could try something that might help Zayn figure out his feelings." Niall said mysteriously, a knowing smirk on his face. "If it's anything dirty, count me out." Harry sighed and Nialls face fell. ""It was something dirty, wasn't it?" Harry guessed and Niall shrugged, as if it didn't really matter anymore. "Come on, what was it?!" Harry asked, suddenly sounding eager to know what it was. Niall smirked devishly yet again.

"Dirty text messages." 

Written by karmasucks.