the ski lodge ➳ zarry

⤿ part thirteen: how they were the sun and stars

Because Harry had no idea whatsoever that Zayn somewhat, might just feel the same way that Harry feels.

Which scared him even more.

Hurt was the last thing Harry wanted to be.

So he called Leigh Anne, because that's the solution to everything in Harry's world.

"Zayn left a book on my doorstep and called me his sun and star," Harry said right as Leigh Anne picked up.

"I was going to suggest that book to you!" Leigh spoke, and it sounded like a smile was in her voice. "Nicola Yoon is fucking queen," 

"No, no, no, not the point!" Harry drawled. "He called me his sun.. And star!"

"That's good," Leigh Anne was smirking now. Harry knew so.

"How?" Harry knew it was, but he loved Leigh Anne's opinions.

"Because soon he's going to be your fuck-buddy if you two keep this up,"

Harry couldn't help but laugh. "Should I see him? He's in the other building right?"

"Yeah he's there," Leigh Anne said. "I saw him coming up the stairs,"

"You're a stalker," Harry frowned.

"It benefits you though, doesn't it?"

Rolling his eyes, Harry scoffed. "I'll come by your room too then?"

"Deal," Leigh Anne answered. "I'll see you after you see Zayn? And bring the book I need to read that note,"

"Deal," Harry repeated, and the two hung up.

Pulling on his runners and putting his jacket on, Harry started his way out of his building and across the street to Zayn's building.

Upon arrival, he ran into Luke (not so surprisingly seeing as his recent girlfriend was in this building) who directed him to Zayn's room, without question.

Harry knocked on his door once at Zayn's room, Niall answering immediately.

"This is a crisis!" Niall yelled, pulling Harry into the room. "I'm so glad you're here, follow me,"

Harry took his shoes off quickly, and before he had time to take his jacket off, Niall grabbed his arm and dragged Harry to Zayn's part of the dorm room.

Harry had never seen a dorm room so big, especially with separate rooms, but he didn't find it surprising as Zayn's family was very wealthy.

The door to Zayn's room was open and Zayn was laid back on his bed reading Everything, Everything.

That made Harry's heart so, so, happy.

"You need to save his ass," Niall whispered. "I didn't even know he knew that books existed,"

"I'm on it," Harry smirked confidently.

Niall looked at Harry before leaving, and he mouthed a thank you.

When Niall was out of sight, Harry hesitated before knocking on the door, as he could watch Zayn read all day.

Zayn looked so peaceful.

Just him and his book.

"Zayn?" Harry spoke instead of knocking. 

Zayn looked up, and placed his book facing downwards on his bed. "Harry, hi,"

Harry clutched the book Zayn had given him tighter in his hands, as he stepped into Zayn's room and closed the door behind him.

"Hi," Harry smiled, flustered.

"Hi," Zayn waved at Harry. 

It was silent for a moment, as the two gazed at each other as if they were the only two in the world.

"I'm at the part where they go to Hawaii," Zayn said, pointing to the book. "They're going to fuck, and then she's going to die. I predict it,"

Harry raised his hands up in defence. "No spoilers,"

"I keep looking back to the black page," Zayn picked the book up, and motioned to the one black page in the book. "I want to turn to it so bad, but I'm a good reader, so I won't,"

"Again, no spoilers," Harry smiled.

"You can sit," Zayn leaned over and pushed the pillows off the end of his bed and pat it down for Harry. "My sheets are fresh, I just washed them too by the way,"

Harry chuckled as he sat down on Zayn's bed.

"You've still got your coat on," Zayn acknowledged, scooting up on his bed and reaching for Harry's zipper.

Even though there were layers upon layers inside of his jacket, the butterflies still found a way to return to Harry.

No matter what.

"Niall kind of dragged me here," Harry smiled, pulling his coat off, making sure the book that Zayn gave him was sat gently on his bed. "He wanted me to save you from reading a book! How tragic is that,"

Zayn laughed, and then pat Harry's arm lightly. "Niall's like that," He said.

Harry felt that if he opened his mouth even, the butterflies would come rushing out.

"About the book though," Harry picked up the book and showed it to Zayn. "Did you write this?"

Gently, he opened the front cover to reveal the note Zayn had written. 

Zayn took a minute, clearly to read over the note again.

"I wrote that," Zayn said after a few moments. "Yeah, that was me," 

"Really?" Harry tried to stop himself from blushing, but that failed miserably every time.

"Yeah," Zayn smiled, nodding. "I mean, I actually did some research and the sun is just a huge star,"

"Yes I've known that for a while now," Harry chuckled.

It was quiet again, Zayn smiling up at Harry and trying his hardest not to stare at Harry's soft pink lips.

"Your note made me smile," Harry said quietly. "It made me smile a lot,"

This made Zayn smile.

Nor Zayn or Harry could stop.

Smiling was a habit between the two.

a/n: hEY YALL

THE STORY IS REAAAALLLY STARTING IM READYYY

- ALEXIS !!