so all of zayn's stuff will be yellow

Inspired by this video + 

thanks to @ziampoets for the inspiration too, here’s a first part of a possible story to come some of which is under the cut as it’s 

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“This is the worst idea you’ve ever had Harry, even worse than the time you put me on that tv show for kids where I got gunged so I’d do better in the charts and I ended up getting covered in yellow god knows what and my single went down 20 places.”

Zayn glares at Harry whose facial expression changes several times from one of mock outrage to indignation to a smug smile.

“Yeah but the fun we had on all the Christmas cards and Birthday cards you received in the year after that though with your pouty face and that expensive haircut covered in yellow stuff, I mean who cares about your career when you give us material like that for years.”

Zayn mutters a swear word or three under his breath and questions once more why on earth he picked Harry Styles as his manager then as the driver stops the car and turns round from his seat to say, “We’ve arrived,” and Zayn looks out the window at the sign, he just wishes he could steal Marty McFly’s car and basically go back to when he ended up sat next to Harry at an event four years ago, and sit anywhere else but there.

The door opens next to him and Harry’s there holding it open and gesturing with a flourish towards the pavement and Zayn could hold the driver hostage, go back home and get his passport and travel to Australia and hide somewhere in the outback but Harry would probably be there first so there’s no use delaying the inevitable so he mutters a, “I really hate you,” which doesn’t even sound convincing to his own ears and jumps out the car.

It’s quiet on the streets but then again it would be as it’s just after 5am because this what he’s about to do, or think about doing more like, is top secret for at least a few more weeks and though it’s not the first time Zayn’s been up at 5am, it’s the first time he’s been up at 5am to go the gym.

He looks up at the sign, “Metaboli London’ and he could say no right now, he could turn away right now and Harry would try and persuade him, but ultimately Harry never forces anything, just like the gunge tank tv show, just like everything, and that’s why they work so well cause Harry as much as Zayn hates it, gets these things right and that’s why Zayn never says no, cause the reason his single plummeted twenty places was because it just wasn’t very good and yes he could say no to all this, and it goes so far against the grain that it’s crazy and yet he feels like if he doesn’t just try then he’ll regret it so before Harry can say anything before he can be that cajoling voice that’s more like his mum when he was trying to ride a bike for the first time,  Zayn, strides forward and opens the door calling out, “Well are you coming?” before Harry can even blink.

Zayn’s not the first one there, there’s a few faces he recognises, the people Harry had mentioned would be taking part.  He kind of knows a couple of them already, at least to say hello to, or in Louis Tomlinson’s case sing along drunkenly to Oasis songs at 4am at some crap showbiz party a few years back.

There’s a couple of daytime tv celebs and then a few others milling around who he sort of recognises but hasn’t a clue who they are and well, if he signs up to this, officially that is, then he guesses he’ll know them pretty damn well by the end of this journey.

“Here you go,”  Harry slips a bottle of water into Zayn’s hand which Zayn pulls his face at.

“Water?  Seriously Harry, does my face look like the face of a man that can even hold a conversation with someone at this time of the morning without a coffee in my hand or what?”

“Well it can definitely whinge for England at this time of the morning,” Harry responds drily, “Anyway, coffee dehydrates you and your body my friend needs to become a temple in the coming weeks if you aren’t gonna collapse and die on the first day out there so quit whining, have a sip or two of water and then, oh hey up, I think your motivation just walked into the room.”

Harry finishes his sentence with an accompanying waggle of his eyebrows and that’s all Zayn needs to know that someone fit’s walked into the room though fit in Harry’s eyes is a whole different kettle of fish to Zayn’s view of fit, but the sound of a someone clearing their throat pulls Zayn away from that thought as he undoes the lid of the bottle, turns around and well, okay maybe Harry’s idea of ‘fit’ isn’t all that different after all.

There are three fellas in front of them, two of them are engaged in conversation and nudging into each other laughing, one of them’s got bleached blonde hair with little bits of brown poking through at the roots, he’s whippet thin but there’s a solidity to him that speaks of someone able to take care of himself, and then the other guy is bigger and taller, dark haired and even from a little way away, Zayn can hear his Irish accent.  

Then there’s the other guy who’s stood a little bit further apart,  he’s about the middle in terms of height and size, he’s got hair and a lot of it, that looks far too artfully styled almost for this time of the morning and for a gym, and brown eyes, and even from here Zayn can appreciate the fella’s lips especially as he chews at them, he’s got a pair of pale yellow  jogging bottoms on and a cream coloured top on, just like the smaller bloke, he’s whippet thin but as the guy puts his hands on his hips and blows out what seems to be a frustrated breath, Zayn can see his arm muscles and well, fuck, no one told him he’d have to wear looser jogging bottoms today.

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anonymous asked:

Zarry

  • Who made the first move; - ummm, Harry, he dropped all the hints for Zayn to pick up, but zayn always thought harry was just being harry, so Harry had to be very blunt for him to understand. when they were watching movie one harry literally spelled it out for zayn that ‘this is a date, i want to date you, D-A-T-E’ and zayn laughed and kissed his stupid mouth
  • Who said ‘I love you’ first; - zaynee, they were taking a shower and harry kept tickling him and zayn was giggling and once he finally managed to pin harry wrist to his chest, he kissed both of his palms and suddenly he wasn’t giggling and looked at harry and said i love you and harry stiffened for a bit before he stated giggling and kissing zayn all over
  • How often they fight; - not often, but when they fight, they fight big, they don’t fight over harry hogging blanket or leaving dirty dishes in sink. they fight over more serious things and they go all the way, say everything and start with one topic and then say everything that’s bothering them. harry gets really angry and remember when zayn said that harry could be terrifying when he was angry, so yeah, he starts shouting and zayn sits on the couch like an asshole and rolls his eyes to piss harry off even more. but they don’t stay angry at each other for long. 2 days is their record so far
  • Whose big spoon/little spoon; - harry is the little spoon, and zayn lovesss holding him at night, tangling they legs to warm himself and kissing his neck and stroking his tummy to help him to go to sleep. and harry lose feeling small in zayn’s arms and loves smushing his face in zayn’s.
  • What their nicknames are for each other; - harry called zayn sunshine, because that’s what trisha calls him and harry thinks it makes zayn feel a bit home. Zayn call harry babe, sweetheart, love, haz, dear, darling, most of these when they are having sex 
  • Whose the better cook; - harry, he’s better at baking tho, and zayn’s got a sweet tooth, so they fit perfectly. Zayn even got him “kiss the cook” apron a a joke, and harry wears it every morning and if he wears nothing beneath it, zayn isn’t bothered
  • Their song; - someday out of the blue - elton john. because they literally fell in love out of the blue 
  • Who remembers their anniversaries; - both, but harry makes big deal out of it. zayn remember all of them, first kiss, first time, first 'i love you’, first dance as a couple, but he doesn’t want to seem like a sap, so he never admits that he actually know them.
  • Their favorite thing to do together (besides sex); - sleeping, oops. zayn loves his sleep obvs and harry loves sleeping with zayn and just loves being together, tangled limbs and warmth and just loves doing nothing and feeling secure and safe.
  • Who ‘wears the pants’ in the relationship; - umm, zayn? he’s a bit more dom than harry when it comes to making serious decisions.
  • How they would get engaged; - zayn would propose, because harry is the one to put all the effort in this relationship and plan date nights and dress them up for parties and keep their relatives updated. so zayn decides that he wants to do this, make it perfect for harry. so he does it the way harry would have wanted, buys flowers and wears nice shirt, lights scented candles, order nice diner and all that cliche stuff, and then gets down on one knee and harry cries and they have sweet, lazy sex and it’s just perfect.
  • What their wedding would be like; - small and homey, it’d be super private and niall would be harry’s best man and louis zayn’s and they would wear matching ties. flowers would be yellow and purple. they would cry during their vows and harry would tell zayn to shut up because he’s making him cry. eleanor would catch the flowers and harry would starts planning her and louis’ wedding before his own was over.
  • How many kids they’ll have; - 3? probably, 2 girls and one boy. harry would be the strict parent and zayn would absolutely spoil their kids and buy them everything and they’d eat candy together when harry’s not home and read comics together and i’m crying

anonymous asked:

Hi Izzy! I saw this prompt and I thought of Zarry right awayy "i always thought you were weird for carrying an umbrella in the snow, but now it’s snowing REALLY hard and we’re going the same way"

The snow’s coming down hard. Zayn glances out the windows of the library, at the nearly pure white obscuring the paths outside, then down at his bag. His leather bag. With his computer inside of it. He’s so screwed. It wasn’t even supposed to snow today; Liam definitely would have told him if it was, made him bundle up more.

He glances at his watch next, but it tells him the same thing it told him five minutes ago, when he’d packed up from his desk in the stacks and made his way back to the doorway—he has to get home in time for dinner, and he has no way of knowing when this will stop. Fucking hell, but it’s going to be a miserable walk.

A familiar snort makes him look away from contemplating his misery. A few feet away, clearly not having noticed him yet, are a recognizable pair of gold snow boots and massive down coat, the curls peeking out around the hood. He’s digging in his bag for something, and Zayn hates himself a little, but beggars can’t be choosers, and he doesn’t want to risk his computer.

“Harry!” he grins, and sidles over. Harry jumps, nearly trips; Zayn reaches out to steady him instinctively. Through the jacket, he can’t even feel the warmth of Harry’s skin, and it’s probably best that way.

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