"Can I open this?! I can't see anything Zayn," Harry tried to open the scarf only to be slapped playfully by Zayn. "Stop it curly you're gonna ruin my surprise. Just wait, we almost there." Zayn guided Harry in front of a big wood gate. Harry could hear the sound of people laughing and screaming, and then a very odd music in a different language that he never heard before.

"Okay so I'm gonna untie this scarf but you can't open your eyes until I count to three, got it?" Harry nodded at Zayn's words. He could feel Zayn is untying the scarf but quickly covered Harry's eyes with both of his hands. Zayn leaned closer to Harry's ear and then began to count,

"1.." Harry's breath is getting heavier when he notice that Zayn's lips was so close to him. Zayn's breath was tickling him and it send shiver to Harry's body.

"2.." Harry was getting impatient by Zayn's slow count,

"3!" Harry opened his eyes to look at what surprise that Zayn has prepared for him.

Harry's cheeks began to reddened with embarassement and a slight of anger when he saw the surprise in front of him.

A Japan Summer Festival.

"You like it, don't you? Awww look at your cheeks! They are red," Zayn pinched Harry's right cheek, "I made you blushed!" Zayn was smiling like a mad man. He didn't even realize that Harry stared at the gate with a blank expression, didn't seem to mind with Zayn pinching his cheek seconds ago.

"Harry, are you alright?" Zayn is now realized that Harry still stood there and didn't say anything.

You embarassed me! I want to break up with you. Louis' harsh wards echoing in Harry's mind right now. His eyes were getting wet with his fresh tears. He brought his head down, not wanting Zayn to see him in this vulnerable state.

"Zayn.. Am I a person who have no taste?"

"Huh?" Zayn didn't know what to answer. He was really confused with Harry's question. He kept looking down to see why Harry brought his head down.

"When I broke up with my boyfriend, he said that I embarrassed him. I was really sad that day." Harry sniffed a little and dare to brought his head up, facing Zayn. Zayn can see Harry's now red eyes pouring fresh tears down to his cheeks. "I'm so happy that you brought me here actually. I never thought that someone will actually bring me to come here."

Harry wiped his tears but they didn't stop pouring down. I'm so pathetic, he thought.

"You... You are very kind, and handsome and cool. No one will ever said that kind of thing to you right? You aren't like me, Zayn. I'm... I'm pathetic." Harry laughed a little, "I suddenly crying at a place like this, haha, I know I'm starting to embarrass you right now. I'm so fucked--"

Harry's words were cut off by Zayn pulling him to his chest. He hugged Harry really tight. Harry could feel that Zayn's large hand is now petting his head. Zayn is more taller than Harry and he took this chance to bury his head in the crook of Zayn's neck.

"Mommy, look at that big boy. He made his friend cry."

"How dare you, young man to make that beautiful boy cry in a place like this."

Both of the boys could hear some people talking around them but they were still hugging in their own bubble. Harry never see this side of Zayn.

A serious Zayn.

A very quiet Zayn.

Zayn didn't say any reassuring words, only hugging Harry.

"Am I embarrassing you, Zayn?" Harry asked Zayn, sniffing and then let out a little laugh.

"Don't."

"Wha--"

"Stop talking. Just enjoy the moment," Zayn is not a person with many words, but those four words are enough for Harry to know that he isn't an embarrassement to Zayn.