photo booth ➳ zarry

nineteen

"zayn should i leave a note? like at my house?" harry scrambled around my house.

"babe. calm down. we need to leave fast. but if it makes you feel better, leave a note. c'mon let's go." i loaded my suit case in my trunk.

"o-okay zayn." harry stuttered.

after harry had written the note and left it on the counter of his house, we walked back outside.

"what happened love?" i could tell harry was on the verge of tears.

"i'm so scared zayn." harry began to cry.

"it's okay babe.. we'll be alright." i spoke softly, pulling harry into a hug, and kissing his head repetitively.

"zayn. i can't believe we're doing this." harry mumbled into my large sweatshirt while sniffling.

"it's all going to be alright harry. trust me." i kissed his cheek.

we parted. it was 9:00pm.

"come haz. our flights at 11pm. let's get going now." i opened the car door for harry and after he had stepped in, i closed it.

i stepped into the drivers seat and began towards to airport.

"don't worry harry. everything will be alright." i placed my hand on his thigh, and harry placed his hand on top of mine, squeezing my hand slightly.

when we arrived at the airport, we checked in, went through security and all of that.

"ready harry?" i smiled, as we rolled out carry ons behind us while walking into the plane.

harry grasped onto my free hand, and squeezed it. "i'm actually ready zayn." he smiled.

we got onto the plane, and when it started, i closed my eyes shut.

"no is my zayn afraid?" harry giggled, lightly kissing my lips.

i didn't open my eyes. "i just wait until it's in the air.." i spoke.

"it's okay zayn. you can open your eyes. i'm with you." harry said.

i opened my eyes just a little, and grabbed harry's hand.

"there you go zayn." harry smiled, kissing my cheek.

"just don't open the window.." i sighed. harry nodded.

"okay. i'm going to sleep." harry yawned a little, nuzzling his curly haired head into the crook of my neck.

the strands of his long luscious hair tickled my neck. i chuckled a little, placing my head on his and dozing off to sleep.

-later on the plane

harry carefully opened a bag of pretzels.

"want some babe?" harry asked me.

i nodded. "sure."

harry gave me a handful of pretzels.

i smiled.

"mmm.. but you know what would taste even better?" harry questioned, smirking.

"what's that my love?" i chuckled.

"probably you... but we can only find out by.." harry lifted my chin with his fingers.

his tongue brushed against my bottom lip.

"than maybe.." harry pressed his lips against mine with no care in the world.

"mmm. you do taste better z." harry smirked as we parted.

"thank you haz." i blushed.

harry has a bad effect on me.

"i like it when you blush. your cute." harry smiled. i could tell he wasn't that nervous anymore.

"your cuter." i exclaimed.

"don't start a fight you can't finish mr malik." harry laughed.

i stopped. "do you know how much i love you?" i sighed. "i love you so much, it's impossible to express my feelings for you." i needed to get that out.

"really zayn?" harry blushed.

"i've always had a spot in my heart just for a certain curly haired boy named harry." i kissed his forehead.

harry blushed. "and i have a spot in my heart for a certain zayn malik."

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thinking of a sequel title..

maybe like idk paris?

mmmmmmm im thinking ;)

also i will be writing some parts in French, but I'll translate for those of you who don't speak French or whatever.

warning my french is terrible, so I don't mind corrections haha lol

Ilyasm <3

-Alexis