summary: "Huh. Well, if you’re ever up for it, you should let me. My name’s Zayn, by the way. Zayn Malik."
"I know," Harry blurts out before he can stop himself. There’s his voice, then. And his blush, Christ. Zayn is giving him an odd look, so he says, "I mean, I’ve seen your art. In the halls. It’s really good."
Zayn perks up at that, smiling. “Well then, I guess it’s settled. You’ll model for me. Great.”
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