CHAPTER 43:

 "You're my kryptonite. You keep making me weak yeah, frozen and can't breathe." ~One Thing, One Direction.

ONE MONTH LATER

Saturday, 1st February 2014

HARRY'S POV

It was my birthday today. Wow. Today, I'm 18, officially an adult. And I couldn't be more glad. As I was the youngest amongst my friends, they all teased me about how I was still a kid, and it was really getting annoying.

Mum was planning something, but she wasn't ready to tell me. I knew she was planning a surprise party, which isn't much of a surprise now that I know. Mum is really not good at hiding things. I knew the lads and Dani were in on it too.

And speaking of my friends, Louis and Niall were a lot less lovey dovey in front of people now, which was a good thing. But when they were alone... don't ask. Just don't. Liam and Dani were still going strong, and Liam even says that he thinks Dani is the one.

And as for Zayn and I... we couldn't be happier. After all that we went through, we deserve to be happy don't we? Zayn's parents were now quite cool with us, if not completely okay. We were still a bit wary of Mr. Malik, but Mrs. Malik- or Trisha, as she insists I call her- had been very nice to me. She even invited us for dinner a few times in the past month.

And right now, I was getting ready in my room, waiting for Zayn to come and pick me up. He says he has an awesome surprise planned for my birthday, and I'm going to get one of my gifts from him right now. I can't wait.

I was caught up in my daydreams when Mum's voice jolted me out of them. "Harry, Zayn's here." I scrambled up from the bed and grabbing my jacket, dashed out of my room.

There my handsome boyfriend was, standing at my front door in all his dark broody sexy-ness. I grinned and ran into his arms, hugging him, inhaling his cologne. "Hi," I mumbled into his neck.

Zayn chuckled, his body vibrating as he did so. "Hi to you too, birthday boy. Now let's go." We separated, and Zayn seized my hand, threading his fingers through mine.

Waving at my Mum, who was smirking evilly for some reason, I go into Zayn's car, sliding into the passenger seat. He got in beside me, shooting me a swoon-worthy smile. It's been almost six months since we've been together, and he still never fails to make me go weak in the knees whenever he smiles that killer smile.

"Like what you see?" Zayn smirked, noticing me gawking at him. I blushed.

"Er, isn't it weird? You're always the one picking me up. I never pick you up on dates or... ever," I commented suddenly, realizing this for the first time.

"Huh," Zayn responded. "You're right. Maybe that's just 'cos you're the girl in this relationship," he observed, starting the car and pulling out of the driveway of my apartment complex.

"Oh, really?" I raised an eyebrow.

"Mhmm."

"Okay then," I shrugged, leaning back into my seat. "I don't mind being spoiled by a sexy boyfriend." Zayn just chuckled, giving me a sideways smile.

"Where exactly are we going anyway?"

"Just wait and see. And as a clue, you'll be getting your first birthday present from me," was all Zayn told me.

~*~

"Are you serious, Zayn?" I looked at him incredulously, my eyes wide in fear.

Zayn snorted, walking closer to me. "Of course I am. I'm legal, you're legal, so we can do it now."

"I-is it gonna hurt?" I stuttered.

"A bit. Now come on you chicken shit!" Despite my ardent protests, Zayn dragged me inside the dark and creepy tattoo parlor.

"Hey Sam!" Zayn greeted a burly man who had tattoos covering every inch of his body. Sam looked up from working on one of his customers, and shot Zayn a smile.

"Ah, Zayn! Welcome again. Brought a friend this time, I see?"

Oh, right. Zayn got his first tattoo a few days after his birthday, which was just a while ago. He had gotten his granfather's name below his right collarbone, and I think that is just the sweetest thing ever.

And now he's getting me a tattoo. My first ever tattoo. And to say I'm a bit nervous would be an understatement.

"Yeah, Sam. This is my boyfriend, Harry. And I'm getting him a tattoo for his birthday."

Sam grinned at us. "Why, isn't that just the sweetest thing! What are you lads gonna get?" he asked, turning back around to take out his tools.

I bit my lip, looking at Zayn. "I think I know what I want," I spoke slowly.

"And what might that be?"

"A surprise," I smirked. "I'll tell you what I got later."

Zayn raised his eyebrows. "Alright, but I'm paying for it."

"Sure, sure," I shooed him.

"So, kid." Sam asked me, turning on his buzzing tattoo needle, making me gulp. "What'll it be?"

After I told Sam what I wanted, and where I wanted it, I turned back to Zayn. I guess it won't be much of a surprise since he's going to be here with me through this. "Now hold my hand," I demanded, and Zayn complied, holding my hand comfortingly. I squeezed my eyes shut as I felt the needle on my skin.

~*~

"Not too bad for my first ever tattoo, eh?" I remarked, as we were walking out of the tattoo parlor hand in hand. I admired the underside of my right wrist, where I had gotten a 'Z' tattooed in cursive writing. I was happy with it, whereas Zayn was tearing up.

"It's... wow. I can't believe you'd get your first ever tattoo for me, Harry!" he sniffled, side hugging me.

"But I did, and basically you got it for me, so thanks. And I guess now you know how much you mean to me," I smiled at him.

"I do. I love you," he smiled back, pecking me on the lips. "And happy birthday, wannabe hipster," he added playfully.

I chuckled at the old nickname. "I love you too. Now, I remember you telling me that I have more than one gift from you..." I trailed off, smiling cheekily.

"Oh no! You're not getting the other one 'til later!" Zayn told me firmly, poking my nose and getting inside the car.

I sighed happily, getting inside as well. It's looking like the best birthday ever so far.

~*~

Zayn pulled over back at my house, and kept checking the time on his phone. I rolled my eyes. I think I know why. I started to get out of the car but Zayn stopped me with a "Wait!"

"What?" I quirked an eyebrow.

"I forgot to give you your birthday kiss," he mirked, then leaned forward and met my lips with his, kissing me softly. He pulled back, opening his eyes.

"O-okay," I stuttered. Kissing him still makes me all weak. "Can we go in now?"

"Yeah, sure." I pulled the car door open and hopped out, Zayn slowly following behind me.

"Aren't you coming?"

"Right behind you."

I rolled my eyes again. They're not doing a good job of hiding a surprise party if they're planning to throw me one. I pushed the glass door of the building open, and climbed up the stairs to the third floor, Zayn a few steps behind me. I reached my apartment door and rung the doorbell.

"I think it's unlocked," Zayn hinted.

"Oh, really?" I questioned, but opened the door nonetheless.

It was really dark in the whole house and... really now? The cliche birthday surprise? I sighed, and went forward to flick on the lights. As soon as I did that, everyone jumped out and yelled surprise!

I grinned and pretended to look susprised. "Oh my God! Wow! Thank you so much guys! This is so unexpected! You all-"

"You knew about this, didn't you?" Louis deadpanned.

I chuckled sheepishly. "You guys aren't quite good at surprises, I can tell you that much. But it doesn't matter. Thank you all so much for arranging this for me, really." No one had ever thrown a party like this for me, ever since my Dad had left. So, this was my first ever birthday in more than 8 years.

"Happy birthday baby!" Mum came out from behind my friends, crushing me in a motherly hug. I returned her hug, feeling warm and secure in her arms. After a while, I reluctantly let go, and Mum cupped my face in her hands. "No matter if you're an adult now. You'll always be my baby."

"And I'll always be my mummy's boy," I grinned at her, and she cooed.

"Happy birthday, lad. You can drink with me now, eh?" Robin told me, clapping me on the back. Mum glared at him playfully, and he shrugged.

"Thanks Robin. And yeah, we can drink at work, when Mum's not around," I whispered to him cheekily.

"I heard that!" Mum called out, and we both laughed.

"So Harry, I've got a little surprise of my own planned," Robin told me secretly, and I smiled. "You'll like it, don't worry. Well, at least I hope so," he added.

"I think I'll love it," I assured Robin.

"Hey mate," someone tapped me on the shoulder. I turned around and grinned.

"Hey, Ed! Wow, you came! I thought you had a gig today?" My ginger friend nodded.

"Yeah, I did. It got moved to the 3rd instead of today, so... here I am! Happy 18th, man," he bro-fisted me. Ed worked at Robin's garage shop with me, and when he wasn't being a grease monkey, he was a musician. And a pretty damn good one at that. He even did a lot of gigs at private clubs and such. He was that good.

And the great Ed Sheeran had even offered to set me up for a few gigs, but I had politely declined. I'm too shy to sing in front of a crowd, I'm not ready to sing in front of people.

Speaking of the main thing, the party wasn't much, I mean it was in our three room apartment! The only guests were of course my six best friends, including Josh, Perrie, Eleanor and Robin. And of course, Ed.

I walked over to my friends, who all greeted me and wished me a happy birthday.

"So Hazza, we can't tease you about being the youngest anymore now, eh?" Dani asked, pretending to look sad.

"Damn right you can't," I smirked.

Zayn appeared beside me, wrapping an arm around my waist. "Where were you?"

Zayn kissed my cheek. "Went to get your present."

"Oh? But Zayn, I thought your gift to Harry was birthday sex?" Louis asked cheekily.

Zayn rolled his eyes. "That's not a birthday gift, Lou. Harry's gonna get birthday sex either way," Zayn smirked, tightening his arm around my waist. I blushed madly, while my friends guffawed.

"Woo! Harreh's gonna get some tonight!" Niall cat-called, then burst out laughing, leaning against Louis. Huh, I don't find this funny. They're laughing at my embarrasment! Some friends they are.

"Are you still going to let Zayn drive you?" Liam asked amusedly, thankfully changing the subject.

"Maybe. But I'm getting my car soon, so I'm gonna be the one who drives him from now on," I winked at Zayn.

~*~

Mum had baked a cake for my birthday, bless her. And damn, was it good! Everyone thought so too, and Robin even gave her a kiss. Not that that was unusual.

After the cake and dinner, everyone was just sitting, chatting and stuff. With the exception of Niall and Josh, who were busy scarfing down the leftover cake.

"Alright everyone, I've an announcement to make," Robin started, getting up from the couch. "I wanted to do this in a more suitable moment, but I can't wait any longer."

My mouth dropped open a tad. Was he gonna...? I saw Mum was mirroring my expression.

Robin cleared his thoat again, and got down on one knee in front of Mum, who covered her mouth with her hand. The girls started squealing quietly.

"So Anne, will you marry me?" he asked, producing a ring out of his pocket. Mum was frozen from shock, and after a few seconds she recovered, choking back her tears and mouthing yes, then jumping into Robin's arms, kissing him.

Everyone cheered, and I wiped the tears from my eyes. Mum was finally happy now, I know she deserves a man like Robin, and he is the only one who deserves an amazing person like my mother.

And I know he'll be the best father ever. And Robin was right, this was the best birthday gift ever.

I stood up and both of them enclosed me in a hug, and I can honestly say I've never felt happier. I was finally feeling like I was part of a family again, feeling like a kid again. I sniffled and hugged Robin again, silently thanking him.

"So, lad. Do I have your blessing?" he asked me, completely serious. I shook my head in awe. "Of course you do! God, I'm so damn happy right now!"

Zayn came over and squeezed me in a hug. He congratulated Mum and Robin, along with everyone else.

"So, I guess all the birthday gifts are awesome so far, huh?"

"Definitely. Best birthday ever."

Zayn kissed my cheek. "You deserve the best."

Do I, though? After all I've been through, maybe I do. And even if I'm getting the good things in life, who am I to question them?

~*~

After the party was over, Zayn and I were in my room, snuggled up in bed.

"Oops, yeah. Almost forgot your second present!" Zayn murmured, and leaning over, pulled a wrapped package from under the bed, handing it over to me.

"Look Harreh, I know this isn't much, but I honestly couldn't figure out what to give you," he spoke, sounding genuinely frustrated. "I'm such a shitty boyfriend!"

"Really now, Zayn? Sorry for sounding too cheesy, but I already have you, you're all I need." I cupped his face and kissed him gently, running my fingers through his soft black hair.

"Aww!" he cooed. "Open it."

I rolled my eyes and looked down at the flat package in my hands. "It's kinda like the gift you gave me," Zayn hinted.

I'd given Zayn an antique leather sketchbook for his birthday, which I admit was not a very special gift if you asked me, but Zayn had loved it, and couldn't stop kissing me. I'd also gotten him a matching necklace and many other things.

Zayn cleared his throat pointedly, and I unwrapped the paper, revealing a type of journal/diary with cute little doodles on it. As I squinted closer, I could recognize quite a lot of them.

"I made the cover," Zayn pointed to the doodled cover, "and, open it."

I opened the journal, and inside on the first page, in Zayn's messy hand-writing, was written,

Happy birthday to my Harry, my Curly, shy little wannable hipster,

I love you, okay? I'm sorry if this gift isn't amazing, but I hope it's good enough, and shows how much I love you.

This is basically a journal/diary for you, and I gave it to you so you can write your songs in this, instead of on different scraps of paper like you do, and then you lose them.

So, I hope you write awesome songs -future hits- in this thing, and always remember me when you do the thing that you do best. Making music.

Always yours, Zayn.

"God, that was a bit sappy, wasn't it?" Zayn groaned, his head in his hands. I sniffled, and he looked up, eyes wide.

"No, you idiot. This is by far, the best gift I've ever gotten in my life!" I safely placed the diary on the table, and jumped in Zayn's arms, straddling him.

"God, I love you so much Zayn. How did I get so lucky?" I murmured, kissing his neck.

"Well," Zayn chuckled, breathless. "You're about to get a lot more luckier tonight."

I pulled back, looking into his eyes that were twinkling mischievously. "What?"

"Remember what Louis asked... about birthday sex...?" Zayn reminded me, tracing his finger up my collar bone, making me shiver.

"Y-yeah?"

"Well, I sure as hell wasn't lying. Now, c'mere, birthday boy." And he pulled me over on my bed, above him, so I was straddling his hips, and instantly joined our lips together. He deepened the kiss by biting on my bottom lip.

I seriously can't get enough of him. And now, I'm 18. I love Zayn, and he loves me. Am I ready for it? I know Zayn is the one for me, and I'll be more than glad to give my virginity up to him. And I can't think of a better moment than right now.

With newfound passion, I knotted my fingers in Zayn's hair and pulled him impossibly closer. Breaking the kiss, I tugged at the hem of his shirt, ripping it off his body and tossing it to the side carelessly.

"My, my. Aren't we eager?" Zayn smirked against my lips. I just growled in response, biting on his lip, making him moan.

I pulled back and tossed my own shirt to the side. Zayn took advantage and flipped us over, so he was now straddling me.

"You wanna have some fun, Curly? Fine then, I'll show you fun," he practically growled into my neck, and this turned me on insanely. I pulled his head away from my neck and slammed his lips back on mine, our lips moving together feverishly.

As Zayn was straddling me, I'm sure he felt me getting... excited, and smirked up at me with darkened eyes. He unbuttoned my skinnies and pulled them off, and somehow himself ended up in boxers.

Zayn leaned in and kissed me gently. "Do you really want to do this, Harry? Are you sure?"

"Yeah. I'm a hundred percent sure. I'm ready, and want my first time to be with you."

Zayn smiled at me, entwining our fingers together. "I want my first time to be with you too," Zayn responded, kissing me again. Somehow during that, I felt my boxers were gone, and so were his. I gulped when I saw how... big he was.

"Do you want to top or bottom first?" he asked softly.

I shook my head. "Whatever you want."

Zayn smirked. "I'd like to top first."

"O-okay," I gulped, getting impatient. I want him, and I want him right now.

"Do you have a condom? Lube?"

My eyes snapped open. "Shit! No!"

Zayn chuckled. "And that's why, I came prepared." He leaned down and pulled his bag from under my bed, retrieving both the things.

"Wow," I murmured.

"Now," Zayn whispered huskily, pulling at my curls. "Where were we?"

~*~

WELL... TEENY TINY SMUT FOR YOU, AHA? The rest is upto your wild imaginations. :P They aren't virgins anymore. *sob*

SO SORRY! BUT THIS IS THE FARTHEST I COULD GO WITH SMUT. I FEEL SO AWKWARD IF I WRITE SMUT, EVEN ZARRY SMUT.

Le gif on the side:

Harry: *whispers* meet me in my dressing room after the show, kay?

Zayn: *nods eagerly* xD >>>

Oh, hey! Hoped you liked this! They got tattoos! And Anne and Robin are engaged, woo! And Zarry did the deed, FINALLY! And we saw ED SHEERAN, yay! Best chappie ever! (for me) xD

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