Zayn Malik/Harry Styles///Chapter 1 of 2///7.4k words
“When he turned his body, and saw Zayn, he thought it was a fever dream. He was standing just a few meters away from him, looking so very beautiful and he was watching him as well. Suddenly, all the noise in the room faded away and the only sound Harry could hear was his own heartbeat. Finding Zayn’s eyes with his own wasn’t a good idea. When he looked into them, he just felt everything. He was happy he was seeing him again, but at the same time, he knew it was meaningless. The sensation of it all felt like turning on the light in deep darkness, only for the light bulb to be spent immediately. It was just too much. He couldn’t bear looking into Zayn’s eyes when all he wanted to do, was come up to him, embrace him and never ever let him go. So, he ran."
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