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Published:
2014-05-05
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2014-05-05
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Suit

Summary:

Zayn's always wanted a superpower.

Notes:

A little thing I wrote last night, I just couldn't get it out of my head. Let me know what you think!

Chapter 1: The Beginning

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It happens one evening when they're at it again and Harry's yelling at him from the kitchen, angrily stabbing at a sandwich. Zayn's just sitting on the couch, not even sure what they're fighting about and huffs and rolls his eyes as his boyfriend walks into the living room carrying a plate. He looks almost livid but Zayn is too distracted by the pretty flush of his cheeks and swallows thickly when Harry asks him if he's even listening at all.

 

Zayn rubs at his neck before admitting defeat and saying that he doesn't want to fight anymore. This earns him a cocky look from Harry, one eyebrow lifted, hand on his hip and lips in a pout. It doesn't last long though, Zayn's lips quirk up in a smile and Harry soon follows after, his shoulders slumping and sigh leaving him.

 

Zayn looks down at his recently finished drawing in his lap, considers scrunching it up like a snowball to throw it at Harry, maybe initiate a pillow fight later on. He slightly nods at himself and his brilliant plan, goes to grab the paper in the middle to tear it off, but freezes when his hand sinks into the page. Harry was talking in the background but now remains silent as they both look at Zayn's hand, in the page.

 

Zayn holds his breath, feels his hand grab onto something, and pulls out a bouquet of red roses. When he looks back down, the page is empty, his drawing gone. And then it all comes crashing down on him. Holyshitheisholdinghisdrawing.

 

''What the fuck, Zayn?''

 

Harry sounds a little breathless and when Zayn looks at him he doesn't look panicked or scared, he actually looks sort of impressed. He can only shrug as his boyfriend towers over him, sandwich completely forgotten by now. Harry eyes the bouquet cautiously before raising his eyebrows at Zayn.

 

''This some sort of joke? Are you a magician now?''

 

Zayn snorts, followed by a loud laugh and when Harry starts pouting, he gives him the bouquet and moves off the couch to stalk towards the kitchen, but not before Harry smacks him on the back of the head and calls him a ''stupid git''.