It's okay my children. Just carry on wayward sons...don't stop reading. :]
"Honestly this date is for you Harry." Zayn finally says after he has gained his composure.
"It is?" Zayn nods and says "Yep."
"May I ask why?"
"Last Friday when I took you to that date, that wasn't really me. I'm not that picky or rude and mean usually and I'm really sorry. I was just guessing that maybe you'd like me if I change a bit. But that didn't turn out right at all." Zayn admits. Harry never would have thought that he was the reason a big super star would want to change themselves. He feels kind of guilty, it's only right if he apologizes too.
"I'm sorry I made you feel like you needed to change. I was being a real shitty person, so yeah. I'm sorry too." Harry looks up and finds Zayn staring at him adoringly and he can't help but to smile at him.
"That doesn't explain how you were able to get in my house. Care to explain?"
"Only if you go on this date with me." Zayn is looking between Harry and the table nervously, waiting for an answer. Its the most precious thing Harry has ever seen. He can't help but say yes."
Harry pointed to the girl with red hair out of all the raised hands in the room. She looked like she was second guessing this whole question thing. The girl shuffled in her seat, she didn't look any older than 19. "Yes, girl with the red hair."
The girl straightened her posture in her chair and cleared her throat. "Uh. It is true that you were a book critique before this, right? I don't know if this is right but I just heard you were."
"That's right. May I ask why you asked that question?" Harry tilted his head as the girl who just slouched in her seat a bit. "I just wanted to know if you get your inspiration from other writers."
"That is a great question." Harry sent a friendly smile at the girl. It seemed to have calmed her down. "I actually do find inspiration from other writers. When you have been reading books for a long time, you find out the genre, fluency, and styles of writing you like most. Knowing that kinda helps you decide on how you want to write." Harry raised an eyebrow. "Are you interested in writing?"
The girl nodded shyly. "I wish you luck with that." Harry said genuinely.
"Any more questions?" Harry proceeded to ask. About 20 hands rose in the air. Harry pointed a girl in blue cardigan. "Blue sweater."
"How come you used people names that we know about? Including yours."
"Well," Harry says. "I didn't know using your own name was cocky until after it was printed."
The whole room broke out in giggles. "But really I wanted everything in this book to be perfect. And keeping these names just seemed right, and perfect."
Then the whole room broke out in aw's as if the people in it were controlled by a some type of sound machine.
"Well I guess we know where you got your motivation from." Someone shouted from the back. The whole room broke out in laughter, and Harry couldn't help but laugh with. He cleared his throat and brought the mic closer to his mouth. "And that everybody is why I did not read the next chapter." The room filled with people laughing again. Harry couldn't stop smiling. He was so happy with himself. He made a room full of people laugh, and it wasn't a fake one either. These people seemed like they were having a good time. Yet, all good things must come to an end.
"Sorry to say this but I can only take one more question. Then I'll sign your books, after I have to get going." This time when all the girls awed but not in the happy way.
"Last question." Nobody raised their hand, well until the young shy girl from earlier did. "Yes?"
"Is there gonna be a second book?" within seconds a questionable and confused chatter filled the room.
"Uh hold up a second guys, well ladies." The whole room went quiet at the sound of Harry's voice. "If I were to even write a second what would it even be about?"
All the girls looked at each other than all eyes averted to Harry. That was creepy. They gave him a duh expression. Then in unison they all said loudly, "The wedding!"
"Or how he went bald."
*
"Hey. How was it?" was the first thing Harry heard when he walked through his front door hours later. He shut the door and started toeing off his shoes.
"It was great actually. Very enthusiastic girls." Harry chuckled to himself and took off his coat. After putting the coat away Harry walked towards the kitchen, and finally in.
"What the hell did you do to your hair?!"
Niall turned around to face the Harry, who's mouth was wide open.
"I got it done." Niall said in a simple tone. Harry took cautious steps toward Niall. Harry held his hand out. "You've done more than get them done. My poor bleached locks. You killed them, it looks like you fell in grapes. It looks like you fell in grapes Niall!" Harry gripped a handful of Niall hair gently.
Niall slapped the boys hands away."I just wanted to see what I looked like from years back. I missed this color hair. And anyway, you should go see your lovers." Niall said smartly, a smirk at the end of the sentence.
Harry rushed up the stairs quickly. "Oh my gosh. Oh my gosh." Harry gave himself a reassuring breath once he got to their bedroom door. Slowly he opened it.
Sitting on the red blanket on their bed was a boy, with green hair. Not just any boy with green hair. But Zayn Malik with a buzzed head and green hair was sitting on his red blanket on their bed.
"Oh my gosh! What did you do?!" Harry shouted. Zayn turned around smiling and giggling and you could faintly hear Niall's laughter through the wall. Zayn stood up and walked towards Harry slowly, but smiling so brightly.
"You don't like it?"
"Zayn." Harry said gripping onto his husband's shoulder. "It looks like Shrek rubbed his arm on your head. It looks like someone grew broccoli in your hair. It looks like grass Zayn! Your hair looks like grass." Harry said, hysterically.
"Calm down babe its okay. It's temporary." Harry smiled. "I think." The smile dropped. "Lay with me." Zayn said. Him and Harry got onto the bed. Zayn laid his head on Harry's chest.
"So you don't like it?"
"I like you. Therefor I like your.. hair." Zayn hit him playfully. "I'm kidding, it's weird. Gonna take some getting used to, but you are beautiful still so I'll get over it. I mean it's not that bad-
"Yes it is!" They heard Niall shout from downstairs.
"Shut up Niall. Go home!" The boys laughed together.
"How did the meeting go?" Zayn asked after a few minutes of silence.
"It went well actually. Really good." Harry mumbled. He picked up Zayn's hand and started playing with his fingers."They want me to make a sequel."
"Hmm. What about?" Zayn looked up at Harry. His hazel eyes staring into Harry's. Harry moved down to kiss Zayn sweetly.
"Our wedding." He mumbled on the tan boy's lips.
*
That night when Zayn was asleep on his side of the bed, Harry could not stop thinking about writing a second book. Quietly he took his laptop out of the side dresser drawer. He opened a new document and started writing.
Harry spit out the gum he had in his mouth as he was walking into the store. Suits were everywhere.
Harry was just skimming through the store when a guy with a hat on and a jacket walked up to him holding a plaid suit. Ugh. Plaid.
"Excuse me, Sir? Do you think my husband would like this suit?" The man said in an obnoxious deep voice, looking down at the suit. Harry raised an eye brow and looked at the top of the man's head. That's all he could see.
"Yeah if your husband is into golf.. and committing suicide."
"Well my husband is into golf." The man said.
"Well so am I but you don't see me trying to look like a lumber jack."
The man sighed. backed away, but continued to look at the suit in his hands."Maybe you're right. Sorry to bother you sir. Any way what are your thoughts on Zayn Malik?"
Harry smirked and began to walk closer to the 'stranger'."Well I think he is the most lovely person in the whole entire world. I love him with all my heart and I hope we grow old together. I also think that he is bad at impersonating other people and I know that he does not have a husband with he has boyfriend. But if he wants his boyfriend to propose he should just say something."
The mysterious man dropped his suit. "He should?"
"He should."
"Oh my gosh." The man looked up at Harry astonished.
"Hello Zayn. Fancy seeing you here. Now that were together I think we should put this store to use and start picking out our wedding suits. We can always buy rings later." Harry gripped Zayn's wrist and pulled him in real close. He gave him a long kiss before rushing Zayn around the store.
The End.
So yeah. That's it. I think I might do a sequel..Who knows. but doesn't that pick of Niall just slap the fetus outta ya. I know cause it happened to me. Just Thanks to everyone who read and voted and commented it meant a lot to me, see you soon! :d
ps. if u see anything wrong with the story, things i can fix, like spelling or grammar plz comment it.