Text me, Maybe? [ZARRY]

Zayn

I pick up my phone, staring at the screen for a moment before typing out a message to Harry.

ME:
Coffee tomorrow?

It doesn't take long for the three dots to appear, bouncing in anticipation of his response.

HARRY:
U miss me already?

I roll my eyes but smirk nonetheless.

ME: 
Let's call it curiosity.

HARRY:
Ooo mysterious. I like it.

HARRY:
Same place?

ME:
Yeah. Same time.

HARRY:
Can't wait, tree hater.

I shake my head, unable to stop the chuckle that escapes me. This liar. This absolutely ridiculous human being. He has no idea that I know the truth. And that means I have the upper hand.

I lean back against my pillows, twirling my phone in my hand as a slow smirk forms on my lips.

Oh, this is going to be fun.

...

The next day, I arrive at the café early. The smell of coffee and fresh pastries fills the air as I settle into a corner booth, my fingers curled around a warm cup. I take a slow sip, letting the rich taste roll over my tongue as I glance at the door every few minutes. Anticipation hums in my chest.

Then, right on cue, Harry strolls in, exactly on time, as always. His sunglasses sit perched on the bridge of his nose, his signature smug little smile in place like he owns the world. He spots me immediately, grinning as he makes his way over.

"Zaaaaayn," he sing-songs, sliding into the seat across from me, "Back for more of my charming company?"

I take another sip of my coffee, letting my gaze linger on him. He looks... annoyingly good. Hair tousled just right, casual but intentional. But I don't let that distract me.

"Something like that," I reply, setting my cup down with a soft clink.

He leans in slightly, a teasing glint in his eyes. "Or did you finally admit you have a crush on me?"

I arch a brow. "Why do you assume that?"

Harry's grin widens. "Because I'm incredibly likable."

I snort, shaking my head. "Debatable."

Harry gasps dramatically, clutching his chest as if I've mortally wounded him. "Ouch. Right in the ego."

I chuckle, but my expression soon turns more serious as I lean forward slightly. "So. Tell me more about your job."

For a fraction of a second, something flickers in his expression, something guarded. But he recovers quickly, flashing me an easy smile.

"Oh, you know," he says smoothly, waving a hand in the air, "just sound things."

I nod slowly, watching him. "Right. Sound things."

He takes a sip of his drink, playing it cool. "Yep. Fascinating industry."

I tilt my head, studying him. "Ever work with music?"

There it is again, the subtle tension in his hands, the slight tightening of his fingers around his cup.

"Hm," he hums, pretending to think. "Sometimes."

I hum back, mirroring his nonchalance. "Interesting."

His eyes narrow slightly, curiosity creeping into his gaze. "Why do I feel like you're up to something?"

I simply smile, taking my time before responding.

"Oh, no reason."

Harry watches me for a long moment, his expression unreadable. But I can tell I've planted a seed of suspicion in his mind.

NOTE: Hi, I'm back updating this. How many more chapters do you want? Like I said this story has 70 chapters, and there are finished already, I am slowly editing and updating! Stay tuned!