epilogue

age 25 (harry) 26 (zayn)

"my one solution is my queen cos' she stay strong, yeah, yeah." harry giggled as him and zayn danced around their apartment in their boxers.

"she is always in my corner right there when i want her all these other girls are tempting but I'm empty when your gone and they say," zayn moved his hips to the beat, harry becoming extremely turned on.

"do you need me? do you think i'm pretty?" harry sang, to the radio.

"do i make you feel like cheating i'm like no not really cos'.."

the two boys began to sing at the top of their lungs while dancing along wildly.

"oh, i think that i found myself a cheerleader, she is always right there when i need her." harry shouted, placing his hands on zayn's hips while the two danced.

"harry, oh god." zayn chuckled, resting his head on harry's shoulder.

"your the only one for me." harry whispered.

"i should be." zayn smirked, looking back up and pressing a kiss on his husband's needy lips.