Mates [Zarry]

Two

~Three weeks later~
-Zayn-
Harry's phone had been ringing for the past five minutes, and he still hadn't answered it.

I rolled over in bed and glared at him, seeing that he was still fast asleep.

His arms were thrown in different directions, and his lips were parted as he snored quietly. His hair was nothing but a mess of tangled curls, spread out across his pillow and over his face.

I felt my glare fade, and I simply stared at him. I smiled slightly, almost wanting to chuckle at how he looked.

That was, until I realised his bloody phone still hadn't shut up.

"Harry wake up." I said, shaking him until he finally opened his eyes.

"What's going on?" He grunted, sitting up.

"Your phone's ringing, it woke me up. Answer it, will you?" I snapped, laying back down.

"Oh, I'm sorry." Harry said quickly, retrieving his phone from the night table and answering it.

"Hey Niall." I heard him chuckle.

"Zayn, it's Niall." Harry whispered to me.

"Is it really?" I asked sarcastically, facing away from him and pulling the duvet up to my shoulder.

Harry and I hadn't spoken to Niall in months, because he'd gone to Ireland to visit his family.

He lived just down the hall from us, and before he left for Ireland, he practically lived in the music store. So, the three of us knew one another quite well.

"No, how's Ireland? And like, the family?" Harry asked.

I sighed quietly, staring forward and listening.

"Oh, are you?" I heard him ask.

"I'll be there in a bit, yeah?" Harry replied before he said his goodbyes to Niall.

"I'm going to get Niall from the airport, d'you want me to make you breakfast before I go?" Harry asked me, getting out of bed.

I slowly sat up, watching him as he began to get dressed. He did an interesting little dance as he fit himself into those tight trousers he always wore, giving himself a thumbs up after he got them on.

He wore a busily patterned shirt with the top three buttons undone, and the shirt tucked into his trousers.

Describing Harry's fashion sense as unique would be an understatement.

"I think I can manage on my own." I said quietly, realising that he'd probably be gone for a while.

I'd have time to pack.

Harry didn't know, but I'd found another flat over the past few weeks. I may not have had furniture for that flat, or dishes, or anything really other than my clothes and things, but I was ready.

And today, I would leave.

Part of me wanted to pack my bags and be gone before Harry returned, but I couldn't do that.

If I stayed to say goodbye, that'd be the closure.

"Are you sure?" Harry smiled at me, sitting on the bed to pull on his boots.

Boots that matched the brown leather belt he'd put on.

"Yeah." I said before biting my lower lip.

"Alright, well, Niall's waiting for me." He sighed, standing up and getting an elastic band from the dresser.

I watched him attempt to pull his curls back into a small bun, having to start over a few times before he managed to do it properly.