"So Zayn... tell me more about yourself. What do you do for a living?" Harry asked, glancing at Zayn for a second. 'Stalking you 24/7' , Zayn thought. He tried not to let the small smile slip from his lips.

"Well, I help people find jobs. Er, Liam for example," Zayn lied. Harry chuckled, lightly shaking his head. Liam was terrible at his job. Little did Harry know was that Liam's 'job' was all a set up.

"He's not very good at it either," Harry laughed. Zayn smiled and chose not to say anything in return.

Harry was right though. Liam was there to get more information about Harry and feed it to Zayn. But of course Liam fucking Payne decided to stay on his phone and get himself fired.

The atmosphere in the car grew silent. It was absolutely killing Zayn. Never would he think he'd even be in a car with the love of his life, ever. Especially in a car filled with awkward silence.

Zayn closed his eyes, resting his head against the window. He wondered where Harry wanted to take them exactly. Different kinds of 'what if's' swarmed through Zayn's brain. Harry couldn't hurt him, right?

"So Halloween is in two days, you ready?" Harry spoke, breaking the silence. Zayn looked over at the younger boy with a grin on his face.

"Ready as I'll ever be, " he stated lowly. Harry scrunched his eyebrows at Zayn's behavior. There was something mischievous about the way Zayn answered his question.

Did he have something planned, or was he giving kids candy? Harry didn't know, and he honestly wanted to find out

"Something that I'm missing? Or..." He trailed off, focusing on the road.

"No. Just excited to go trick or treating. "

Harry laughed at Zayn with a raised eyebrow. Wasn't he like twenty? That's too old to go trick or treating in Harry's opinion.

But Zayn wasn't going trick or treating. He was plotting something against Harry

"Ha that's a nice joke. Aren't you like twenty though?"

Oh shit. Harry thinks that Zayn is five years younger than his original age.

"I'm uh—actually twenty-five, " Zayn said, afriad that Harry would reject him now. That was the first honest thing he's said throughout this whole car ride. He was proud of himself for telling the truth for once.

Harry's lips that were in a thin line slowly perked up. His action confused and turned on Zayn at the same time.

"See, I knew that you were older. I didn't want to assume anything. So that means that Louis is dating an older man too?"

Zayn nodded his head, keeping an eye on Harry. His whole facade seemed to change in a matter of seconds. Harry looked like he was trying to hold in a laugh. Was he?

"I guess. Liam is twenty-four. How old is Louis?"

"He's twenty-one. Shocker, I know. He's always told me that he wouldn't date a man two year older than him, and here we are. Haha, " Harry claimed with a smile.

Zayn stared fondly at Harry. See, these were the moments that Zayn always dreamt of. The moments where he'd share a nice conversation with his Harry.

Harry noticed Zayn's staring and looked at him. He blew a small kiss at the older man, followed by a wink. Zayn blushed, feeling warm and fuzzy inside. Only Harry could have this sort of impact on him.

"Ay, eyes on the road curly, " Zayn playfully scolded.

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"Harry I don't know how to skate! Why would you take us here without asking me if I could skate?" Zayn sighed. He got off of the floor with a frown on his face. Harry cooed at the sight, taking Zayn's hand in his.

He gently placed his arms around Zayn's waist and stood behind him. Zayn moved his green hair out of his face, his heart pounding.

"I've got you. Now, try to skate, I'm right here, " Harry whispered. Zayn gulped, moving his skates around the rolling lynx. His feet weren't on his side today—as they were unsteady. He couldn't even think straight, since he had Harry's body pressed against his.

Harry slowly moved from behind Zayn, and moved next to him. His hand never left Zayn's though. In fact, Zayn gripped his hand even tighter through the whole process.

Harry began to skate like a pro, almost forgetting about Zayn for a second.

"Harry I can't do thi—"

Zayn's sentence was cut short when he stumbled forward, almost falling onto his face. Harry was quick to catch Zayn in his arms. The black /green haired man breathed heavily as he lay in Harry's arms.

Both boys stared into each others eyes. Harry made the first move this time by dipping his head down and connecting his lips with Zayn's. Nothing could be more perfect than kissing a beautiful man in the middle of a rolling lynx, under a disco ball with slow music playing.

That moment was ruined short by a specific arrogant person.

"Faggots! Get a room goddamnit!" He yelled.

Harry detached his lips from Zayn's and looked around​ with a scowl on his face. Who the hell said that?

Zayn rolled his eyes, reaching his hand out to grab Harry's shoulder so that he could lift himself up. Harry scoffed and looked back at Zayn.

"Stupid ass cunt can go suck a dick, " Harry muttered. Zayn chuckled lightly and kissed Harry's cheek.

Except for that one incident, their date was perfect.

@/N: you're welcome 😁