Parachute | Harry Styles Short Story

6 - Zarry!

Harry feels Zayn staring at him from the corner of his eyes and rolls his eyes.

Shouldn't he be listening to whatever music he's listening to? Has the music started anyway? Why is there traffic? Why isn't he home now?

Should he text Blue? Does she hate him for being stupidly immature? Yeah, she probably does and she should.

Harry turns to Zayn.

"Why are you staring at me like that?" he asks.

"Are we going to continue like this?" Zayn asks in response.

"Like what?" Harry shrugs.

"Am I going to drop you home and we return to acting like we don't know each other?" Zayn clarifies, speaking and signing.

"Wait, isn't that what you've always been doing?" Harry gets sarcastic.

"Right, you're still choosing to die on that hill," Zayn chuckles.

"The truth has never been your thing anyway,"

"Harry, you're angry."

Harry widens his eyes in pure amusement.

"No shit, Zayn," he mouths as he signs.

"I guess we're doing this."

Zayn slowly drives out of the street and enters another street before finding a safe place to pull over.

Harry frowns in confusion, wondering why he's making a detour and his friend turns to him, ready to table the pent up anger, frustration and pain.

Maybe a hint of betrayal and loss in the mix. Harry rapidly taps the dashboard.

"What are you doing?" Harry asks.

"We need to talk," Zayn replies.

"No, we have nothing to talk about," Harry frowns.

"I'm making you talk to me," Zayn insists.

"I'd like to see you try."

Harry looks away. It's always been a silly habit of his to look away from conversations because if he can't see you signing, he has no idea what you're talking about.

Zayn fights a smile and annoyingly pats his arm.

"Stop it," Harry warns.

"Let's talk like adults," he suggests.

"Now? Is this the right time?" Harry frowns.

"There's no better time," Zayn replies.

"I have nothing to say," Harry shrugs.

"Well, I do," Zayn starts. "Why did you shut me out for over a year?"

This is a funny question to Harry and he cannot help but chuckle in amusement.

He wonders for a second if Zayn is trying to flip the script and play victim but he calms himself down.

A lot of things end up getting lost in translation, as hearing people claim.

There's a feeling of discomfort in his chest as the dark memories start flashing and he steadies himself before exhaling.

He calms himself down and glares at Zayn.

"Where were you when I needed you the most?" Harry asks.