shelter {zs}

(2) girls

Zayn and Harry walked aside each other as mist blew out of their mouth for an especially cold morning, Zayn was wearing one of Harry's coat on his insistence and it was the warmest things he had worn in a long time.

The roads were still clear and the pavement was wet, a clear sign that it had snowed lightly during the night.

The sky was clear and it was setting Zayn up for a good mood.

Their feet crunched in a rhythm as they both matched their feet and silently made their way over to a small dinner they usually frequented.

A nice dose of steaming pancakes would go a long way today because he had two quizzes lined up today.

Harry pushed the door open of the small quaint place that looked like it needed major renovations but Zayn had promised that they made the best pancakes and Harry had to try them out.

Since Harry was off to France Zayn had gotten used to the neighbourhood quiet well, since he left the house early, came home around five to attend his karate lessons so he'd be more apt to keep a watch on Harry.

This was one the only places that gave Zayn a homey feeling.

"Hi." He smiled at the small old lady, "I'd like my usual but make it double."

"Oh hi Zayn!" her eyes crinkled behind the counter, "Who's your friend?"

"I'm Harry." Harry took a step forward.

"Ahh, Harry!" a knowing smile graced her lips and nervously Zayn pulled him away to go sit near the window by the corner where he usually sat alone.

"I really hope the pancakes are good." Harry teased making Zayn roll his eyes.

"Shut up you brat. I'm sorry the ambiance doesn't meet the standards of your exquisite French cuisine."

"Indeed it does not." He replied looking around with his wide green eyes.

A few minutes later the lady who's name he still didn't know walked out with their plates and smiled widely at them as she sat the plates down on the greasy table.

"Thanks," Harry smiled at the her and dug in without waiting for Zayn. "Alright you're right these are really good?"

Zayn smiled at him smugly and cut his own piece up, as he started chewing he felt the sting on the inside of his cheek, reminding him of the slap.

"What's wrong?" Harry asked.

Zayn just shook his head and smiled at his friend.

The door to the dinner chimed again and the prettiest girl he had ever seen entered his line of sight. Momentarily he was speechless.

Harry noticed the change in Zayn and turned to look where Zayn was looking.

The girl's blue eyes met Zayn's and he quickly looked away, blushing.

"She's hot." He heard Harry mumble. Zayn continued to stare at his plate not saying a word.

"Hi are the pancakes any good?" The girl had walked over directly toward them. She was wearing a pastel sweater that exposed her stomach and blue jeans, her blonde hair cascading down her back.

Before Zayn could speak, Harry beat him to it, like the usual.

"Really good." He smirked, "You want to join us?"

The girl stared at Harry for flat three seconds before turning and facing down at Zayn again, "What do you think? Do you like them?"

Caught off guard, Zayn swallowed the morsel in his mouth and cleared his throat, "Uh, yeah, they are."

It was odd for a girl to ignore Harry and talk to him, Harry was always the charismatic out of the two, besides Zayn had no interest in chasing girls at all, and he didn't like to piss Harry off by talking to girls he was interested in.

"Good." She smiled brightly and Zayn was once again surprised at how pretty she was. Way too pretty to be talking to him anyway. "It's my recipe."

With that she walked away into the kitchen.

"She likes you." Harry giggled, mirth in his eyes.

"She does not, I don't even know her." Zayn mumbled blushing.

"Does too." Harry argued, "She didn't even blink at me, it was cold."

"Aw is your ego bruised?" Zayn cooed, ruffling Harry's curly hair making him pout.

"Only because she'd be taking my body guard away from me."

The old lady came in with their sodas and stood there, smiling at both of them fondly.

"You're the bottom." She looked at Harry, and then Zayn, "And you're the top right?"

"What?" both of them voiced together, confused. She just smiled, clutching her heart and walked back into the kitchen.

"Huh?" Harry frowned, "What a weird woman."

"What's a bottom and a top?" Zayn questioned.

"Ah naïve Zayn." Harry looked at him with faux sadness, "Your innocence is just too precious."

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Without a warning, Harry pounced at Zayn and his back slammed into the mad harshly, making him groan.

"Harry!" he protested, "I didn't say go."

Zayn rolled him over so Harry's leg was stuck between Zayn's thighs and his hand's above his head, strong in Zayn's grip.

"That was cheating!"

"Why are you so strong!?" Harry yelled from under him.

"Because you've gotten too fat eating all the French meat." He pushed down at Harry's chest once he started struggling.

"Well your head has gotten too big!" Harry's back arched, "You pick up girls now!"

In a moment of weakness, Harry threw him over and now he was on top of Zayn, pinning him to the ground.

"You know-" Zayn wasn't even struggling, "This is not how you wrestle."

Harry's elbow dug in his stomach but Zayn didn't feel it as hard because he was bulkier than Harry anyway.

"Your way of picking up girls is awful." Harry snapped, panting hard to keep Zayn down.

"I wasn't picking up girls!" Zayn protested. His vision flashed with the blonde girl from the morning and he blushed.

"Look at you!" Harry accused, "You're such a pussy, blushing because of a girl."

"I'm not."

In a swift motion Harry was back under Zayn's grip. He hadn't trained for two years straight for nothing. This was childs play if anything.

"Ugh!" Harry groaned, "You're pathetic."

"Stop being mean." Zayn snapped.

"Truth be told she wasn't as pretty anyway." Harry rolled his eyes, lying.

"I don't care, why are we even talking about her?" he frowned.

Harry's hand came up and slapped Zayn on the cheek, and in his reflex, Zayn reached out and bent Harry's wrist back causing a scream to erupt from him.

Shocked, Zayn got off Harry and watched as Harry gripped his wrist in pain.

Fuck.