Harry was in the kitchen cooking, dancing, listening to music with his headphones on. It was his and Zayn's three months anniversary today. Zayn was due back from work soon and he wanted things perfect for him. They had said their "I love you's" a month as official boyfriends and every day after that. They were happy, in honeymoon phase of the relationship. He was just craving Zayn all the time, fucking him every chance he got, much to Louis's horror when he caught Zayn riding him on the sofa when he let himself in without knocking. Needless to say, he always calls when he's visiting, even when outside, just to make sure they are decent. He still refuses to give the key to the flat back though and Harry just stop asking him for it.

Harry was cooking Zayn's favourite, chicken tikka with naan bread. He called Zayn's mom for the recipe to make sure it was perfect. Zayn has been quite picky lately with food, eating odd things and being snappy not just at him but everyone. Harry remembered when he made him chicken wrapped in ham stuffed with parmesan cheese and Zayn had shouted at him "do I look like Louis to you?" with hands on his hips and refuse to eat it.

Zayn ended up ordering fish and chips from a fish shop that didn't even do deliveries. When they told him that, he screamed at whoever was on the line, "Do I care? I expect my fish and chips in twenty minutes!" and put the phone down. Harry had been puzzled cause Zayn didn't even like fish and chips. Surprisingly, it was delivered though, Harry had to pay and give the guy a tip, cause Zayn just snatched the food off delivery guy leaving him standing there at the doorstep. What was even more bizarre, Zayn sitting cross legged on the sofa facing Harry eating his fish and chips, not offered him nothing, telling him he can stuff his face with the chicken. But then cried few minutes later cause he forgot to get himself a drink and Harry ran to the kitchen to get him one. Zayn had thanked him, started kissing him hard and rough, going down on his knees giving Harry a blowjob cause he just wanted to taste him, Zayn had said. Harry certainly didn't complain even though Zayn was just acting odd.

Even Louis has told Zayn to chillax, the stress of the business was possibly getting to him Harry thought. Zayn doesn't do well with stress and used to have panic attacks when he was younger. His business was booming and always busy. Louis was a trained tattoo artist as well now, taking some of the pressure off Zayn.

Harry jumped when his headphones were yanked off him, he turned around to see an amused Louis smiling at him.

"Hi honey, we're home" Louis chuckled at him.

"Why are you here Louis? You know exactly what day it is"

"Ooh...is it why you moving around like a worm about to turn into a butterfly? Is it some type of mating ritual shit to lure Zayn" Louis did a shimmy imitating Harry's dancing.

"Please go away..please" Harry said holding his hands up as if in prayer.

"Alright alright Harold, geez, I get the message. Anyway you're welcomed. I've brought your mating partner home" Louis walked to the lounge where Zayn was lying half asleep and kissed his forehead. "Goodnight Zee" he whispered,

"Mmmm.." Zayn hummed half asleep, eyes closed.

"Go easy on the mating ritual tonight Harold, he's been sleepy all day. He even fell asleep during a conference call with his dad in the morning. His dad came rushing in scared cause he'd heard Zayn hit his head on the desk when he fell asleep, he thought he was being kidnapped. His dad always had such an imagination. No wonder poor thing had imaginary friends till I came along" Louis sighed dramatically, "Anyhoo, Goodnight boys"

Harry saw him out locking the door behind him.

"Baby, wake up I've made your favourite meal"

Zayn opened one eye, "Are you sure it's my favourite?" He asked.

"Your mom said it was. Come on, get up baby. Let's get you changed and ready to eat"

"Don't wanna..Stop Harry..stop" Zayn giggled when Harry tickled him, then kissed and playfully licked his neck.

"I dont wanna get changed" he whined when Harry picked him up bridal style walking to their bedroom. Harry suggested they sleep in his room, so its theirs now. "Lets just eat Haz please, I'm tired babe"

"Whatever you want" Harry turned around walking them to the kitchen, putting Zayn down on the chair. He kissed him before offering him a drink and getting the plates to serve the food. "Happy anniversary baby. I love you" he kissed Zayn before sitting down on his chair.

"I love you too Haz. Happy anniversary to you too" Zayn moved from his chair to sit on Harry's lap. "Feed me" he said wrapping his arms around Harry's neck, and kissed him.

Harry just chuckled, "Okay lazy bones. What got you all tired anyway, baby. Busy day?"

"Don't know, just am" Zayn opened his mouth when Harry started feeding him.

"t'is nice Haz, thank you. You are a good cook babe"

"Thank you. That's a big compliment coming from you, I was worried"

"No need to be, babe. I love everything that you do" Zayn kissed him again.

"Thank you, baby. Now let's finish up eating and I'll run you a bath. What do you say?" Harry smiled at him and kissing his cheek and spooning more food in his mouth. He couldn't get enough of touching Zayn.

"It's a yes from me, babe"

"Don't talk with your mouth full" Harry squeezing his bum and Zayn squealed rubbing on his crotch as he writhed around. "Stop moving baby. If you want us to finish eating, you need to stop moving" Harry's hands were on Zayn's waist gripping, stopping him moving.

Zayn smiled not so innocently, turning around on Harry's lap and straddled his hips, grinding slowly on him,"I thought you were tired, baby" Harry said breathing heavily when Zayn started rolling his hips in small circles. He felt Harry's hard length pressing on his and moaned kissing him hard and filthyly wet, tongues fighting for dominance.

"Baby..stop for a minute, I bought you a present" Harry took out a small box from his trousers giving it to Zayn. "Here" It was a paper plane necklace.

"Thanks, Haz. I didn't know we were doing presents I didn't buy you anything" Zayn said with an apologetic smile.

"Don't worry about me, baby. You are all the presents I need"

Zayn stared at Harry for a moment then leaned down to whisper in his ear, "Fuck me now" and chastely kissed him, grinding roughly on him. Harry

moaned loudly, stood up with Zayn still on his lap, wrapped his legs around his waist and walked to their room where he ate him out till his voice was hoarse from screaming so loud and fuck him so rough he sure will be limping in the morning.

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The next morning though,

"Baby, are you okay?" Harry got out of bed naked, half asleep ,rubbing his eyes to see clearly. He could hear Zayn grunting in the en-suite bathroom.

"Zayn.."

Zayn was hunched over the toilet bringing out last night's dinner, feeling sick, his stomach churning violently. He seemed to be sensitive to smells as well. Odd..

"I'm dying Haz...don't come near me you will catch the bug" groaned Zayn his head resting on the toilet seat.

"Dont be silly, if you die I'll die with you baby" Harry was running his hand up and down Zayn's back, kissing his neck.

"I'll get you some water. Stay here and don't move" Harry said to him, before jogging out to the kitchen.

"Oh don't worry about me. I'll try not to chase you to the kitchen" Zayn said sarcastically, his head resting on the toilet seat. He wouldn't move, every movement was making him sick, his head was spinning. He felt like he was on a boat. He does get sea sick. Maybe Harry's cooking is the cause, but then Harry should be ill as well, unless he's got a thicker stomach..

"Here baby, drink a bit of water" Harry came back with a bottle of water.

"You have to bring it to my lips Haz, I daren't move" Zayn whined pathetically

"I forgot you are such a baby when you're sic-" he didn't finish, Zayn was glaring at him like he wanted him to burn on the spot, "Sorry" Harry brought the bottle to his lips, only to be splashed by water on his face within a second, the hell?

"Sorry, I suddenly felt sick..." Zayn said wiping his mouth after spitting water on Harry's face. That'll teach him. Dick. He had such anger all of a sudden, the urge to slap Harry overpowering..

He got up with Harry's help, and brushed his teeth. Then they showered together, Harry worried about him falling and splitting his head open. He

made him coffee which Zayn spit out, saying it tasted horrible and preferred tea instead. And the he was suddenly craving cigarettes, he stopped smoking two months now because Zayn hated his habit and had destroyed all the cigarettes the minute Zayn told him he was quitting.

Zayn was lying on the couch drinking his tea, enjoying it actually, it was quite soothing, his feet on Harry's lap.

Harry was looking at him oddly cause Zayn always hated tea and now. Oh God, Zayn couldn't be what he thought he is. He just couldn't. He moved Zayn's feet off him and got up. He needed his inhaler his lungs were closing in, and couldn't breathe. He wheezed to the kitchen, looking for his inhaler. He always kept a spare on the drawers.

"Are you alright Haz? I can hear you wheezing from here. Do you need me to call a doctor?" Zayn shouted at him from the lounge.

"I'm already making an appointment baby, don't worry" Harry struggled to get the words out, pausing in between.

"Okay" Zayn's eyes were half closed when he felt a kiss on his cheeks.

Harry sat next him absentmindedly massaging his feet in deep thoughts. He wasn't sure if his thoughts were good or bad though. Was he ready for what he thought was wrong with Zayn? No. He was not. But, it could be a case of food poisoning..