CHAPTER 23:

"They don't know what we do best. That's between me and you, our little secret." ~They Don't Know About Us, One Direction.

Wednesday, 25th September 2013

HARRY'S POV:

"Harry dear! Come in!" Helen, the Malik's elderly housekeeper greeted me at the door, just like she always did on every Monday, AKA the day of Zayn's tutoring session.

I walked behind Helen and she left for the kitchen, leaving me alone in the furnished hallway. Just as usual, I made a beeline for Zayn's room, eager to finally be alone with my boyfriend after the whole week.

Yes. My boyfriend. It feels so good to say that, but sadly I can't say that out loud in front of anybody else except our friends. Because Zayn is still a bit scared that our orientation and our relationship won't be accepted, but I'm encouraging him. Taking it slow. And we'll get there someday.

I walked past the living room and up the stairs, immersed in thoughts of Zayn and I when a deliberate cough made me snap my head up. My eyes widened when I saw a middle aged and well dressed man sitting in one of the chairs in the couch, cigarette in hand.

He looked like the business man and powerful type- oh, he must be Zayn's dad. And he's raising his eyebrows at me.

"And who might you be, son?"

"Er, I'm Harry, Zayn's... tutor."

A smile replaced the curious look on the man's face. "Oh! So you're the young man who has helped my son improve his grades!"

I blushed. "W-well, I really didn't do that much. It was all Zayn."

He chuckled. "I don't think so. If it was really all Zayn, why was he failing before?"

Okay, I didn't have the answer to that. And where the bloody hell was Zayn anyway?!

Zayn's dad smirked at my silence. "See. Good job son."

I blushed even more and ruffled my hair nervously. "Uh, thanks sir."

"Oh, Yasir have you- oh! Who is this?" A well dressed lady who looked a lot like Zayn walked in and was now looking at me curiously.

"Well, this is Harry, Zayn's tutor! The boy who helped him improve his grades."

She came over and shook my hand. "I'm Trisha, love, Zayn's mother. So nice to meet you! You're so young! When Zayn mentioned his grades went up because of a tutor, I was imagining a much older one. You must really be a great teacher then," she smiled at me sweetly.

My cheeks burned at all the compliments. I was really not used to this. "T-thank you ma'am."

"Oh nonsense! Call me Trisha! Are you a friend of Zayn? Of silly me, of course you must be! Would you-"

"HARRY?!" Zayn, who was now coming down the stairs, squeaked in suprise when he saw me, and came to where I was standing so fast that I blinked in wonder.

"Oh hi Mum, Dad! This is Harry, my, er, History tutor! Harry this is-"

"We already met, Zayn," Zayn's father cut him off.

Zayn laughed nervously. "Oh, haha, nice. Well, uh, we better get to studying now. See you guys." And before anyone could put in a word, Zayn was dragging me by the wrist and flying up the stairs to his room.

When we were out of seeing range, he let go of my wrist but entwined our fingers instead. When we reached his door, he pulled me inside and slammed it shut, sighing in relief.

"What was that all about?" I questioned, collapsing on his bed.

"Why the hell didn't you tell me you were coming early?"

"I did! I texted you!"

Zayn smiled sheepishly. "Oh. Yeah. Sorry. My phone just died."

"What did my parents talk to you about?" He asked warily, scooting beside me on the bed, grabbing my hand again.

I shrugged. "Nothing much. I didn't even see them when I came in. But then your Dad stopped me, asked me who I was and I told him."

Zayn's eyes widened in horror. "You told him you're my boyfriend?!"

A surprised chuckle escaped me. "No, silly! I told him I was your tutor. And then your parents were telling me I did a good job in tutoring you."

"A good job? Mhmm, that you do," Zayn murmured, snuggling closer to me, sniffing and kissing my neck, and my breath hitched.

"A-re you sniffing my hair?"

"Mhmm."

"Why did you not want your parents to meet me?"

"I just... don't," he muttered, pulling away.

"Oh, okay." I looked down.

Zayn shook his head and cupped my face. "No no! I didn't mean it that way Hazza. I meant that my parents always judge every one of my friends, I don't want them judging you and telling me what to do and what not to do anymore. No one can take me away from you."

"You got that right," I grinned at him and he poked my dimple childishly.

Zayn smiled back sweetly. Then taking off my glasses, he leaned down and pressed his lips softly to mine. I responded immediately, wrapping my arms around his neck. Zayn tangled his fingers in my curls just like he always does, and I sighed in pleasure when he started pulling at them lightly.

Zayn pushed me down on the bed and straddled me, deepening the kiss. Gathering every single ounce of willpower I had in me, I gently cupped Zayn's face, breaking our kiss, and he whined in protest. I chuckled.

"Babe, you and I both know that if we continue, we won't get any tutoring done."

Zayn smirked and nodded. "Later then."

I rolled my eyes. "Cheeky bastard."

"But, your cheeky bastard!" Zayn corrected, climbing down the bed and retrieving his book bag from the depths of his room. Tossing it back on the bed, he turned to the window.

"It's raining," he smiled.

I raised an eyebrow. "And?"

He climbed back on the bed and placed his head on my shoulder. "Rainy nights are just so romantic!"

I fake-gasped. "OMG! Zayn you're so romantic! I just. You're so sweet, I can't. My feels. I'm dead."

Zayn elbowed me. "Oh, shut up!"

I chuckled and kissed him lightly, putting my glasses back on.

"Now open up chapter 5. I've to take your test."

"Can I open something else instead?" Zayn wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. Hiding my blush, I hit him on the head with the text book.

~*~

Somewhere during the tutoring session, I had somehow ended up on Zayn's lap, with him murmuring the answers to the questions into my hair.

Now, whenever Zayn had a test, I was pretty excited, and so was Zayn. Why?

'Cos when he gets an answer wrong, he just gets it wrong.

But when he gets it right, I have to kiss him as a reward. So it's a win-win situation.

"The English Civil War started in the year...?" I asked, smirking. So far, Zayn had gotten a total of zero answers correct and he was now getting frustrated.

"Ugh! You know I can't remember the Freaking Civil War dates! You're really mean Haz! I knew you set this test up on purpose so you won't have to kiss me."

"Believe me, I won't do that." 'Cos I really wanted him to give a right answer already, damn!

"C'mon, try!" I urged him.

"The English Civil War started in... in 1642?"

"Correct!" I beamed.

Zayn didn't say anthing else, just pried the textbook out of my hands, tossing it to the side carelessly and pushed me down on the bed, passionately attaching his lips to mine. This time, I carded my fingers through his soft raven-black hair, messing it up.

Zayn bit my bottom lip and I opened my mouth in pleasure, and it turned into a French kiss from there. Zayn hovered above me, hands on either side and deepened the kiss even more, making me moan.

I slipped my hands under his t-shirt, running my hands on the warm skin of his back and I felt him shudder under my fingers.

We pulled away for air, just looking into each other's eyes, sharing all the emotions we felt. The only sound in the room was of our ragged breathing and the hushed pattering of the rain.

I smirked at my boyfriend for a second then flipped him over, so I was now straddling him. Leaning my head down, I kissed him again. This time, Zayn placed his hands under my shirt and I shivered as his cold hands made contact with my skin, tingling where he touched.

Breaking the kiss, Zayn tugged on the hem of my t-shirt, signalling he wanted it off, and I lifted my arms up and discarded it. He ran his fingers over my bare chest, with a smile.

"What?" I smiled at his thoughtful expression.

"You're so beautiful, Harry."

My heart fluttered at his words and I smirked. "You're not too bad either."

"Fair enough." He grinned.

~*~

ZAYN'S POV:

God, I just loved kissing Harry. Not only that, I love being with him, just having him close to me. He makes me feel safe, and I can be myself the most when he's around. I can tell Harry all my secrets, and I know all of his.

And then he was looking down at me, with those hypnotizing green eyes of his, his curls dangling as he smiled at me.

I'm still ashamed of myself for acting the way I did two years ago, even if Harry has forgiven me now. I never gave him a chance to get closer, so I never realized he was the one I needed.

God, Harry is making me into a sappy romantic.

"God, don't do that!" Harry groaned and I shook my thoughts away and frowned at him.

"Do what?"

"Don't bite your lip! It's so..."

I smirked. "It's so what?"

When Harry didn't answer, I bit my lip again, this time more slowly and seductively, making sure to keep my eyes locked with the curly-haired lad.

Harry just groaned in frustration and before I could chuckle at his reaction, he swooped down and kissed me so fervently, that I lost all functions.

The kiss became even more steamy and I tugged my shirt off as well, which made Harry suck in his breath. He said I had an awesome body, but his was just as amazing. 

Harry removed his lips from mine and instantly started kissing my neck. I felt a light stinging sensation and realized that Harry just gave me a love bite. That thought alone made me growl in pleasure and I aggressively pulled his lips back on mine.

Harry instantly pulled away, his face redder than usual.

"What's wrong love?"

Harry now resembled a flashing tomato. "I'm, erm, getting a bit... excited down there."

When his words registered in my brain, I laughed loudly.

"Oh, Hazza." I planted a sweet kiss to his forehead and hopped off the bed, picking up Harry's shirt and tossing it to him, then shrugging mine on.

Harry got up and walked over to the window, which was fogged up from the heavy rain. I walked behind him and circled my arms around his waist, leaning my chin on his shoulder.

"Can I stay over?" Harry murmured.

"R-really? You want to?"

"Yeah, I mean the rain is really heavy and-"

I squeezed him. "'Course you can stay, lovely."

"Won't your parents say anything?"

"They'll inderstand. It's raining buckets!"

"But won't they mind?"

I rolled my eyes. "I don't care. Now come on. Let's snuggle."

And I dragged him to the bed where we cuddled all night, and slept to the pitter patter background sounds of the rain.

~*~

Hiii! Enough #Zarry feels for you? ZARRY FLUFF I WUV! <3

This was my very first time writing... intimate scenes so spare me, yeah? :D

Now I hope you enjoyed this chappie 'cos there will be a lot of drama after this and less fluff. :O

The GIF on the side. The feels. I can't. >>>

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