half naked & almost famous

running into each other at a coffee shop, harry in a hoodie, hair pulled back after soul cycle, and zayn all crisp and fresh and harry’s like ‘fuck.’ because this isn’t really how he pictured things when they crossed paths again, even though he knows zayn’s been around, and has texted him. but he doesn’t know how to feel, everything is a mess. he pulls his hoodie up and hopes zayn doesn’t see him as he orders his iced coffee. a splash of almond milk. no sugar. but of course just as he goes to get a straw, there’s a hand on his lower back that  feels a bit like home, a soft ‘hey’ in his ear. and it’s just like that that harry can see them perfectly, fucking against the glass wall of his shower, and over the sheets in his bed, just like it always seems to end with them.