"We did it." Harry grinned at Zayn as the whole crew gathered together to bow.

Everyone in the audience was on their feet, whistling, clapping, taking pictures.

Zayn could see Niall from where he stood giving him a thumbs up.

His mom was next to Niall, smiling proudly.

"You're right." Zayn said, feeling so relieved he could pass out.

Leeroy was front and center waving to the whole audience, tears of joy streaming down his face.

"I told you we'd be fine." Harry chuckled, pulling Zayn into a hug.

Zayn hugged him back, his heart throbbing so hard.

"How long do we have to stand up here?" He asked when they released each other.

Harry looked around, scoffing as he took his hat off and tossed it in the air, walking off stage.

Zayn decided to follow, hoping Leeroy didn't claw his eyes out later.

"That was fun and all, but I hate these clothes." Harry said, taking them off as soon as they made it to the locker room.

"What, the jeans not tight enough for you?" Zayn teased.

"Maybe that's it." Harry smiled, down to just the jeans and shoes now.

Zayn started to unbutton his shirt, feeling nervous.

He was almost late to the stage because he had to wait for everyone else to leave before he could change.

Even Harry.

But after what he did tonight, Zayn refused to let his anxiety control him anymore.

If he could act in front of an auditorium full of people, he could do anything.

Well, maybe not anything, but he could certainly change in front of Harry.

It was just Harry, not a locker room full of boys with better bodies than him.

Zayn took a deep breath, letting his shirt fall to the floor.

"I think you're in front of the locker where I put my clothes." Harry said, making Zayn look up and pause from unbuttoning his pants.

Harry stood there in just his underwear, and Zayn was speechless from the sight.

He had such a beautiful body.

"Excuse me." Harry smiled, walking closer.

"Right, sorry." Zayn said quickly, stepping out of the way.

Harry opened the locker, stopping and looking at Zayn before he grabbed his clothes.

Zayn stood there looking at him as well.

Harry's eyes drifted over Zayn's toned torso, observing his tattoos.

"What influenced you to get flying lips tattooed on your chest?" Harry mocked, facing him now.

Zayn chuckled shyly, looking at their feet. "I don't know."

Harry reached out and touched the tattoo, tracing it with his finger and stepping closer.

Zayn discreetly drew in a breath, tensing up.

"It's nice." Harry said softly.

Zayn swallowed, suddenly feeling so hot and having trouble keeping still.

"Thank you." He barely whispered, just then noticing how beautifully Harry's lips were shaped.

He wanted to kiss them.

Desperately.

Hard.

He wanted to pin Harry back against these lockers and grab handfuls of those pretty curls and kiss his lips until they were just a little swollen and a perfect shade of red.

Harry's finger trailed down Zayn's torso, and he pulled it away as he leaned forward, their noses brushing against each other.

Zayn parted his lips instinctively, able to feel Harry's breath on his lips.

He couldn't believe how much energy he felt right now.

Like he was being electrocuted.

He felt so alive for the first time in ages.

Harry felt it too, and he wanted more.

Now.

"Great show guys!" One of the extras said as he and a few other guys came in, making Zayn and Harry flinch away from each other.

"Uh, that didn't just-"

"Right."

"So we can pretended it never-"

"Please."

"Because it was n-nothing."

"Exactly."

Harry nodded once, blinking a few times and grabbing his clothes, quickly getting dressed.

He felt so embarrassed.

What had just come over him?

Zayn was in the same boat, trying to remember how to breathe.

When he managed to remember, he changed as fast as he could.

He then went out to Niall and his mom, smiling at all the hugs and pats on the back he got.

"You did so good sunshine I'm so proud of you. I know it wasn't easy." His mom said, kissing his cheek.

"Thanks." Zayn smiled, nodding a goodbye to Niall as the blonde disappeared into the crowd.

"That co-star of yours is a doll. Do you know him outside of the play?" She asked.

"Harry?" Zayn frowned.

"Yeah."

"Um, yeah he's my friend." Zayn said, staring at her.

"Is that all?" She asked, smiling knowingly.

Zayn blushed. "Mom!"

"What? He's pretty! I was just curious!" Trisha defended herself.

"Oh my God." Zayn mumbled, covering his face.

"Listen, I'm going to get home and make you some victory brownies okay? They'll be in the oven whenever you get home. I love you." She said, kissing his cheek again.

"Thanks mom, I love you too." Zayn sighed, watching her leave.

"You did good cheekbones!" Leeroy smiled as he strutted by, patting Zayn's shoulder.

"Thanks." He called after him, seeing Harry approaching.

"Here." Harry said, handing him a piece of paper.

Zayn unfolded it, frowning.

"What's this?"

"What I wanted to give you. I drew it for you to show you how bad I am at drawing and ask if you...wanted to spend the weekend with me." Harry said shyly.

Zayn began to smile, recognizing himself and Harry as the stick figures.

He could tell some of the drawing was Harry's house.

"What's this big pink square?" Zayn asked, pointing.

"I got a new bed." Harry said.

"It's pink?" Zayn asked.

"Just the sheets, pillowcases, and comforter." Harry said innocently.

"I want you to break it in with me." He added.

"I'd also love if you ignored how sexual that sounded." Harry said, making Zayn laugh.

"So...you want me to stay the whole weekend?" Zayn asked.

Harry nodded. "Only if you want. We can do whatever, go wherever, and eat whatever. I just...want you there."

"Oh yeah?" Zayn smiled.

"Yes." Harry chuckled.

"I'll think about it." Zayn teased, putting the paper in his pocket.

"Anything I can do to help you make up your mind?" Harry asked, smiling.

"That sounded a little sexual too, you know." Zayn pointed out.

Harry kept smiling, blushing and looking into his eyes. "I'm aware."

"Getting brave?" Zayn asked, referring to the way Harry was acting and how much he was keeping eye contact.

"Not really." Harry eventually chuckled, looking away.

"Your eyes make me..." He trailed off, internally panicking when he realized he was speaking out loud.

"What was that?" Zayn smirked.

"Nothing. Shut up and just come over this weekend!" Harry snapped playfully.

"Fine." Zayn chuckled.

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A/N: Crying in Spanish because I can't spend all day writing this tomorrow. 😐🔫

-Z