Text me, Maybe? [ZARRY]

Zayn

I drop my phone like it burnt me.

Harry picks it up. Laughs. "Oh, this is so good."

"No, it is not good!" I snatch my phone back and stare at the hashtag. "Why does it say my name?"

Harry hums, scrolling. "Ah. Well, looks like someone did some detective work." He squints. "Oh. Oh. Yeah, that's thorough."

I don't want to ask. I really don't. But...

"What... what did they find?"

Harry grins like a gremlin. "Just everything about you."

I choke. "WHAT?!"

He flips his phone around, showing me a thread from an extremely dedicated fan:

@DetectiveHarry: OKAY. LET'S TALK ABOUT HARRY'S MYSTERY MAN. 🕵️‍♀️🔍

We have a name: Zayn He is not famous (?????) but insanely attractive.

Apparently an artist???

Lives in London.

UPDATE: CONFIRMED HIS NAME IS ZAYN MALIK. AND HE HAS A PRIVATE INSTAGRAM. HELP.

I gasp. "How the fuck did they find that?!"

Harry laughs. "Oh, babe. You underestimate the power of internet detectives."

"This is insane!"

"Oh, wait" He scrolls down. "They're arguing about you now."

I blink. "What?"

Harry reads out loud, barely containing his glee:

@fan1: idc who he is i love him already. welcome to the family zayn!!! 
@fan2: HOLD ON. ZAYN MALIK? THAT NAME SOUNDS FAMILIAR.
@fan3: okay but is he GOOD ENOUGH for harry???
@fan4: omg imagine dating harry styles,  i'd be posting him EVERYWHERE.
@fan5: NOT Y'ALL STALKING THIS MAN INTO OBLIVION 💀💀

I drop my face into my hands. "I hate this."

Harry snickers. "Could be worse."

I lift my head. "How?"

He grins. "I could post a picture of us together."

I stiffen. "You wouldn't."

He tilts his head. "Wouldn't I?"

I stare.

Harry smirks.

I lunge for his phone. "HARRY, NO—"