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Zarry - Between The Big Apple and The City of Angels

Zayn noticed the change in Harry. He is no longer the sweet sixteen year old boy with his cheeky dimples and bright giggly smile. Sometime between London and New York, Harry transformed into a man-boy of a rock star, a reluctant bewildered sex symbol to millions. Harry switches between the two personas the way he switches his bandana. One minute he’s an adorable affectionate boy demanding cuddles from everyone, the next he’s a walking talking motherfucker, fearless and dangerous.

It started off innocently enough. Kisses on the cheeks, pinches on the bum, hugging and tugging became part of their band’s naughty rituals while performing on stage; using the stage as their very own makeshift playground where all hell breaks loose.

Sometime between the Big Apple and the City of Angels, however, Zayn cant help shake the feeling that Harry is hell bent on seducing him, their innocent monkey acts spiraling into risque monkey business. The way Harry kisses him on stage felt strangely sensual, sometimes right at the corner of his mouth, their lips a hairline apart. He would often wrap his arm around Zayn’s shoulder and whisper into his ear, grazing his lips ever so subtly against Zayn’s neck or the shell of his ear. Pinches on the bum turned into full blown punishing smacks and off stage Harry’s hand lingers on Zayn’s upper thigh, rubbing it too little too deliberately slow. The undisguised desire he sees in Harry’s eyes sends shivers down his spine, Harry smirking smugly at Zayn’s discomfort.

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Harry couldn’t help himself. Lord knows he has tried to stay away from the temptation that is Zayn. But the more he denied himself of Zayn, the more Zayn becomes his undoing. Every flutter of his ridiculous eyelashes felt increasingly like whispers of lust, luring him closer. His smile hypnotizing. His soft red lips ever so enticing and seductive, his voice sultry smooth. Its all too much of a deadly combination that has slowly yet surely disintegrated Harry’s every last willpower. The trouble is, Zayn is frustratingly as straight as an arrow and completely oblivious as to how Harry’s whole world shifts by his mere presence, how he becomes the center of Harry’s gravity, the only guy he sees even when surrounded by a sea of thousands of bodies, hell, especially in a sea of thousands.

Harry can’t recall when he first started falling for Zayn. Maybe it was the time Zayn held his hand when Harry decided to get his first ever tattoo. Maybe it was on that first day Zayn came back with that stupid streak of blond in his luscious raven hair or during one of the many nights they shared hotel beds, spooning by the morning if he was lucky. Perhaps it was when he woke up and overnight Zayn turned into this raw sexy brooding bone chiseled god he is today. Whenever it was, Harry fell hard, with no breaking ground in sight. He is persistent and malicious in his pursuit of Zayn, he doesn’t see he has any other option.

So Harry did what he does best. He flirts with Zayn shamelessly, touching any part of his body any chance he has, planting stolen kisses to his neck whenever exposed. Zayn never stops him. Sometimes when Harry’s feeling extra needy and gets extra frisky, he would only ask, “You okay Harry..?” with an incredulous grin, his tongue stuck between his teeth, his favorite smile of Zayn’s. When he remembers to breathe again, his answers are always the same “Could be better Zayn, you could definitely make it better..” in his deep raspy voice that does nothing to hide his crude intentions, his eyes gaze longingly at Zayn’s lips.

Zayn is clueless on how to deal with Harry’s sudden profound infatuation. He thinks its best to leave Harry to ride out his hormonal teenage phase in his own time. It is just a bit of harmless form of flattery after all. The other boys tease them about it but he figured its not all that much different to how affectionate he is with Liam, Louis or Niall and its not a big secret how extra touchy Harry can get. Without any restraints though, Harry’s advances become more brazen and bolder as the days pass.