It Takes a Bit More

Zayn’s become almost too aware of Harry – like all the energy he usually preserves for simple, unobstructed observation has suddenly zeroed onto one, singular and entire being. He’s become wholeheartedly too conscious of Harry’s minuscule movements, of the way he speaks, the way his fingers tap on the screen of his phone; every laugh, every frown and all the times Harry’d licked his lips when they’d looked a little chapped.