Third person's Pov

Harry Styles was getting ready for his concert. He didn't wanted to, but he was doin it anyway for the person he loved, naah still love. Be can't stop loving him, he just can't. Its not that easy, it never is. He was doin all of it because the person he love, loved it. Harry was about to move out of his makeup room, when his eyes fell on a photo frame. A picture of him and Zayn, Zayn Malik. Tears started forming in his eyes, his vision went blur.

I got a heart
I got a soul
Believe me I use them both
We made a start
Be it a false one I know
Baby I dont want to feel alone.

Harry's Pov;

It all started in high school. I was 18 and so was Zayn, Zayn Malik my crush. The new session had started just a month ago. Well today was Friday and I was fucking late, again. Louis had already left. Yeah Louis Tomlinson was on time and I wasn't, what a shame.

But you can't blame me, I stayed up late at night writing "stuff" in my diary.
Well its kinda my mistake but I can't help it, whatever comes to my mind I have to vomit it over the pages., because its just beautiful. Not that I think it is. I just did it because the person I love, loves it.

Anyways I got dressed as fast as I could. I pulled over a black hoodie, with a pair of black skinny jeans. Black is not exactly favourite colour in world but the person I love, loves it. So it counts....

I just smiled at how crazy I was. I smiled at how crazily I was in love with him. I picked up my bag and stuffed my diary inside it and ran towards the class. My first class was with Niall and Liam, my best and only friends after Louis.

I tried my best to avoid Mrs. Lomeli's eyes and just run to my seat, but I got caught anyway.

"Mr. Styles can I have a brief explanation on why are you late for the 4th time in the week?"

"Ummmm- Mrs. Lomeli....I- Sorry?"

"This is your last warning Mr. Styles, next time you won't be allowed in the class. Is that crystal clear to you?"

"Yes"

I quickly sat on my seat which was beside the two love birds; Liam and Niall. They both were looking at me with a questioning look. I just mumbled a "nothing" and got myself busy in the books. No not the academics I was recently reading a novel, "Call me by your name" a beautiful book, atleast I think it is. It reminds me of Zayn. Suddenly I grew a urge to see him, but I can't do any fucking thing until next lecture that mean 45 mins. Ugghhhhh.

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Now I had English and yeah I had it with Zayn! I was walking through the corridor blushing like an idiot. Zayn affected me badly. He is a drug, you never wanna get rid off. My cheeks were hurting by now, but I couldn't help it. I quickly entered the class all chirpy and happy. Zayn was not here yet.

Zayn's Pov;

I was walking in the corridor towards my class. I entered the class. Just a second passed and my eyes were already looking for Harry Styles. I saw him reading a novel. He was slightly biting his lips. And man his lips look so kissable. Shit I want to kiss him so bad. But no I have to wait.

So kiss me where lay down
My hands pressed to your cheeks
A long way from the play ground.

I have to make him lov- errr like me first. I entered and took a seat beside Harreh. Straightforward? Naahhhh. I am not able to confess him. I love him and I know it from a month now. But I just don't have the fucking balls to confess it. Uggghhhhhh.

"Um. Hi Harreh?"

Harreh looked up from his book, looking quite suprised and ummmm, happy I guess? 

"H-Hi Zayn" he said while looking ummmmm nervous. And believe me or not he was blushing. Oh god why, are you blushing Harreh? He gave me a dimpled smile. Aaaawwwweeee those dimples. I love all of him. His green forest looking eyes, his cherry red lips but those dimples. Holly milk I die for them. I smiled with all my 32 teeth, I knew I am looking like an idiot by now but who cares I mean you are infront of Harreh Freaking Styles man.

"What are you reading mate?" Stupid question? I know. I know what he was reading but anyways.

"Um its a novel called "Call me by your name" he said.

"Can I borrow it someday. I see you reading it quite often. What's it about?"

"Of course you can. But ummm well, will you like readin a gay book. I mean I'm gay and like it bu-but you?"

"Lad haven't you read yesterday's school newspaper's headline?" I asked as it the most obvious thing in the world.

"Well n-no, whats it about?"

"Give me a second" I tried to act calm but only I knew my heart was thumbing so hard that it could come of my chest.

"Yeah"

I opened my bag and took a newspaper copy and gave it to Harreh. As Harreh read his eyes widened.

"Holy milk wha-what is this. This can-cant be real." He said all shocked.

"It is" I said calmly.

The headline read, 'Zayn Malik the captain of football team broke up with his girlfriend Gigi Hadid and confesses him being gay!!!!!!!'

"Yeah thats the reason all my friends unfriended me." I said with a sad smile.

"Hey. Dont worry it will be alright." Harreh said while putting his hand on my shoulder and tugging it lightly. I felt the current runnung through my whole body. I could feel the butterflies in my tummy.

"I wish."

Harry's Pov

I was badly shocked after Zayn showed me that. Zayn Fucking Malik, is gay? How can it be possible? Well Zayn and his so called girlfriend the captain of the cheerleading squad never had the spark. I knew they never loved each other but this was something different.

Well I should be happy, maybe now I had a chance. No why will Zayn choose me. I'm so ugly, old fashioned and definitely not famous. He had many options. Then why me. Ewwww. I knew this was true and it made me sad.

I have loved you since we were 18
Long before we both thought the same thing
To be loved and to be in love
All I can do is say that these arms are made for holding you
Oh Oh
I wanna love like you made me feel
When we were 18.

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Zayn's Pov

Today I was determined to tell Harreh how I felt. Even if he rejects me because I see how close he is with his little drom patner Louis Tomlinson. But chuck it up. Today I will be a sport and tell him how I felt. I searched him nearly everywhere and finally found him in the music room. Singing. He was singing 'Fool's Gold' one of the songs that he wrote. I love it. I loved how he sang. His voice is so soothing so beautiful.

He was singing with eyes closed totally lost into his own little world while his diary was resting on his lap. He is always happy and chirpy even after getting so much bullied by the idiot jocks. But today he didn't looked happy. His face was not brightened up like everyday. I couldn't see the dimples I die for. I walked towards him placing my arms lightly on his left shoulder, trying to avoid the butterflies in my tummy.

Harry's Pov

Someone placed there hand on my shoulder, firstly I jerked because hey I have my little diary with me here. And if the person was one of those jocks then they'll snatch it and show it to the entire school. But then I relaxed realising that the touch was quite familiar. The smell was familiar and most importantly it gave me those butterflies that only 1 person in the whole entire world can, "Zayn?"

This somehow slipped out of my mouth as I turned to him only to realise that he was standing very very very close to me. If we bent even a inch out lips will touch. Zayn coughed and I guess he sensed my nervousness and took a step back, but believe me I didn't wanted him to.

"Yeah. Hi."

"Hi Zayn, how are you feeling now?"

"Um better, I guess? Well Harreh."

"Yeah?"

"Can I tell you something?"

"Yeah. Please." I said.

Zayn looked down at my hands which were clutching my diary tightly. But no this was not the diary I often showed Zayn. This was not my song diary. This is the diary in which I wrote my heart out. In which I wrote how much I love Zayn. How much it hurts me when I see Zayn kissing Gigi. It is the diary in which I sketched Zayn a hundreds of times.

What if he wants me to show him the diary, I can't say no to him. What a situation. Fuck. Double fuck. Triple fuck.

"Harreh is that your song diary? You wrote something new? I really want to see it. Can I?"

This is a death and death situation. What if Zayn sees this and hates me forever? But how long can I hide it from him? I can't keep lying to him forever, can I? I didn't said a single word, I just loosened my hold on my diary and placed it in Zayn's hand. He smiled and was about to open it when my eyes started to water. When he opened the diary and flipped through some of the pages his face went pale and eyes widened. He just looked at me with those perfect hazel looking eyes. I just gave him a fake painful smile.

Zayn's Pov

What I read was fucking unbelievable. It was written that Harreh loved me. It was written how much he loves me. How do he do everything because I like it. How he hates to see me with Gigi. How heartbroken he was when I kissed Gigi infront of the entire school. I looked up at Harreh with my eyes wide open. His eyes were having tears. Shit he is crying. He just gave me a painful smile. I can read his face like an open book now. He was in pain, I can see that.

We took a chonce
God knows we tried
Yet all along, I know we'd be fine

So pour me a drink
Ohh love
Lets split the night wide open
We can livin, lovin in slow
Motion motion motion.

He was about to walk away, when I pulled him towards me by pulling his wrists. I hugged him tightly. In few moments he was sobbing badly on my shoulders. Shit what I did to him, he doesn't deserve it. "I love you Harreh" i whispered leaving him as well as me shocked. But I had to do this, it was now or never. His eyes widened, I swear if he opened his eyes a little more those beautiful green eyesballs would pop out.

"Wha- what- what did you just sai-"

"I love you" I said cutting him off, this time with more confidence because I swear I saw his eyes brightening up. He gave me a smile, yeah that cheeky smile, with those dimples.

"I love you more" he said with tears in his eyes and smile on his lips. Now my eyes started to tear up too. I don't know what gotten into me, I just couldn't control anymore so I inched a little forward to kiss the boy. I thought he would push me away saying stuff like it's to early, or something. But to my surprise he didn't, he just closed his beautiful eyes and inched forward. The kiss was soft and smooth full of love and longingness. Oh god I love his curly headed lad so much. My hands pressed to his cheeks. And he deepened the kiss while putting his hand around my neck. It felt like I was in heaven the time stopped, I was flying with the guy I love to pieces, yeah I know it sounds cheesy but I can't help it. I love him so much. After a few mins we broke the kiss.
"I'll stay with you forever Harreh."

"You better Malik." He tried to say in a comanding tone but boy he failed. Awww he is so adorable!

"So kiss me where I lay down
My hands press to your cheeks
A long way from the play ground.

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Third person's Pov.

Harry was a crying mess by now. Zayn broke his promise, he said he woud stay with forever but he left him alone. Zayn is a liar, how can he do this to him? But Harry loved him and he always will. He has to do it because the person he loves loved it. He picked up the diary from the desk nearby. Yeah it was the diary in which Harry wrote all those songs. He never stopped writing those, he wrote something or the other every night sitting with Zayn. It was a habit. But most of the song were when he was 18 just a stupid teenager but he couldn't help but beg for that time again. Because then he had Zayn and now he didn't-

Harry walked to the with his guitar in one hand and his diary in another. He was goin to sing all the songs from his new album 18.

He started with Fool's Gold. Followed by Little Things. Follwed by Ready to Run. Followed by Strong. Followed by Girl Crush. And last but not the least 18 the title song.

I have loved you since we were 18
Long before we both thought the same thing
To be loved and to be in love.

Harry was crying. The audience holding his and Zayn's pictures, posters and signs with "Zarry" written on them made him cry even more.

Harry's Pov

I got a call from the City Hospital telling me that Zayn got into a car accident. I was recording for a new song I have written for Zayn, but I left everything and ran to the hospital. Tears were rolling from my eyes. My hands were shivering but I drived as fast as I could. When I reached the hospital the doctor told me that Zayn didn't had much time and I should meet him as soon as possible.

I didn't wanted to believe it. I entered the room. His eyes were closed, his head, hands, legs were covered with bandages. I was broken. My heart shattered, I can't see him like this. I ran towards him and took his hands in mine. He slowly opened his eyes.

"Ha-Harreh?"

"Yes Zayn, i-its m-me."

"I-I gotta g-go Harreh. Ta-take care."

"No no no no Zayn. Don't go. Stay stay with me. You can't go, and if you are just take me with you. Please. You said you'll stay with me forever, you can't Zaynie. You can't go." I was dying inside. He can't go. He can't. He just can't.

"Its not in my hands Harreh, I-I want to stay with you. To marry. To have a fu-future with yo-you. Bu-but I can-cant. I'm sorr-sorry please forgive me." Zayn said all the power he had.

"Zayn I can't live without you. If you leave me, I'll follow you."

"N-no Harreh, just do me a favour."

"Yea-yeah" I was a sobbing mess by now. He can't leave me.

"Just sing. You know, I love it when you sing. I-I will see you fro-from there" Zayn said pointing up at the ceiling.

"Zee"

"Yea-" the machine in which the heartbeats are shown went off. He left. I sat there with no emotion. Clutching his hand as tight as I could "Stay" I mumbled a billion times, but he didn't. He didn't woke up, I swear, I swear I tried my best. But he didn't woke up, he left. He left me alone.

When Harry remembered all this. He knew what to do, he knew what he wants to do. This time he was going to do it because he is going to like it and not Zayn. Zayn broke his promise but Harry won't. He will follow him. He will.

The audience was singing with Harry. It was the most beautiful moment.

I have loved you since we were 18
Long before we both thought the same thing
To be loved and to be in love.

It sounded beautiful everyone was chocking to death while singing. But it sounded beautiful. Harry smiled a little. He knew that at the dark of night he is going to do something that Zayn will hate, but he couldn't help but think that this, the voice of every heart present there is beautiful. He knew Zayn will love it. And yeah, he was right. Zayn loved it...

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Holly fucking shit. I'm a cryin mess write now. But don't dare asking why I wrote this, if you want someone to blame then sharmaheer I got this idea while reading one of her stories soooo....sorry sis but I had to. Ohkay some of you must have read this story of @samainalover828 right? And must be wondering why is the same story here. So that account is mine, okay was mine. I forgot the password and stuff and wattpad blocked that ID I dont know whats up with that thing but.....I really wanted to write Zarry Fictions so here I am. Hope you all liked the One Shot.

Love Khushi :) x