"Are you asleep?"

"No, you?"

Zayn chuckled. "Go to sleep, it's almost four in the morning."

"I don't want to." Harry said, his words slurring together because he was so sleepy.

"Why?"

"Cos you're here." He mumbled.

His head was rested on Zayn's chest, Zayn's fingers in his hair moving gently.

Zayn was wearing an old shirt and pajama pants while Harry just wore sweats.

It was dark in Harry's bedroom, other than the light from the moon lazily drifting in through the large windows.

"I still have stuff I wanna ask you."

"Like?" Zayn asked, wondering what could possibly be left.

He'd told Harry all of his favorites, even his favorite font.

"Are you a virgin?"

"No." Zayn answered.

"Really?" Harry smiled, expecting him to say yes.

"Really."

"Who was it?" Harry asked.

"An ex of mine. Why?"

"Just curious. I guess you cared a lot about him, didn't you?"

Zayn licked his lips. "Thought I did. It was mainly about sex. We haven't spoken in years."

"Years? How old were you when you lost your virginity?"

"Fifteen." Zayn replied.

"Oh."

"You?" Zayn asked without thinking.

He felt Harry stiffen, and immediately Zayn felt awful.

"Harry I-"

"Forget it. Let's talk about something else." Harry said.

Zayn pulled him closer, holding him tighter and kissing the top of his head.

"What are you gonna do after we graduate?" Harry asked.

"I don't know. Get a job, I guess. My mom wants me to focus on school and go to college in the fall but...I'd rather make some money." Zayn said.

"What about you?"

"College. There are several that want me and I'm still deciding." Harry said.

"Must be nice." Zayn sighed.

"New topic." Harry said again.

"Um, at school can I hold your hand?"

Zayn chuckled. "What?"

"Like...are you not into public affection or-"

"I made out with you in a school bathroom. I have no problem holding your hand, Harry." Zayn said.

"Good." Harry blushed, smiling.

There was a long silence.

"I like the rain too." Zayn said randomly.

"From inside. I like it when it rains and I'm inside." He clarified.

"Me too. I love to sit in the sun room and watch the water hit the glass." Harry said softly, tracing small patterns on Zayn's torso.

"I like storms too. I think they're beautiful."

"Me too." Harry said again.

"Keep talking." He said.

"Um," Zayn began. "I like the wind. Sometimes. Sort of pisses me off when it messes my hair up."

Harry smiled. "Your hair has never looked bad. Looks best with my hands in it."

"Oh it does?" Zayn chuckled.

"Mhmm."

"By the way, I have a date idea. If...you're into dates." Harry said.

"I am. But nothing too...public. The coffee shop we went to is about as public as I'm comfortable with." Zayn said.

"How about the park?" Harry asked.

"Depends. What will we be doing?"

"Making out. Obviously." Harry said.

"I always go to the park to get out of the house and there's this really long trail I found once. It comes out to this field and there's nothing around it but trees. You can't even hear the noise from the city, it's like stepping into another world." Harry explained.

Somehow, Zayn could picture it perfectly.

"I want to go there and lay out in the sun and watch the clouds." Harry said quietly.

"Okay, I like that idea." Zayn said.

"How about later today?"

"Sounds perfect." Zayn agreed.

"Will you take aesthetically pleasing pictures of me while we're out there so I can post them?" Harry asked.

"If you want." Zayn smiled at that odd request.

"I'll wear something floral." Harry decided with a yawn.

"I'll wear something black." Zayn smiled.

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"Harry," Zayn said to make sure he hadn't fallen asleep.

"Will you shush?" Harry asked with a little frown, his eyes closed.

Zayn was laying across the quilt Harry brought with them, and it was pink of course.

Harry was laying the other way with his head rested on Zayn's stomach, the sun warming his face.

"Don't fall asleep on me."

"Literally on you or in general?" Harry asked.

"Both. I took like ten pictures of you, at least stay awake on our first date." Zayn said.

"But that's kind of your job. As the boyfriend. To take pictures of me." Harry said.

"Yeah? Well it's your job to stay awake." Zayn told him, reaching down to play with his hair.

"Fine." Harry sighed, smiling.

"You told me last night that you like comic books right?"

"Kind of. I mean I just like the way they look, I guess." Zayn said casually.

"Well, you know The Flash?" Harry asked.

"I do."

"I wonder what it would be like to have sex with him." Harry said.

Zayn frowned, chuckling. "What?"

"I mean...I bet he wouldn't last long. He'd come in a flash."

Zayn laughed, and Harry smiled a little.

"Sex with Batman would be hot, though." Harry said.

"Why?" Zayn chuckled.

"Because he's...dark, and mysterious. His voice is deep and raspy, and he's all muscular." Harry went on.

Zayn looked at his noodle arms, sighing softly.

"Why are we talking about sex with superheroes?"

Harry smiled. "I dunno."

He sat up, moving and straddling Zayn's thighs. "I guess we don't have to talk."

Zayn smiled, sitting up and wrapping his arms around Harry, their lips meeting.

"Is there any way your mom would let you stay with me tonight?" Harry asked.

"Not a chance." Zayn said, kissing him before he could pout.

"Well can you freeze time so we can stay here forever?" Harry asked.

"If I could, I would stop the whole world and grow old with you and die in this moment." Zayn said, looking into his eyes.

Harry was frozen, gazing at him with a blush.

"Zayn that was-"

"Song lyrics." Zayn interrupted, kissing his cheek.

"Oh." Harry chuckled.

Zayn kissed his dimple next before reaching up and pinching his cheek.

"Quit." Harry laughed, trying to push his hand away.

"But I have to." Zayn teased, pinching the other. "There's so much cheek."

"You're being weird." Harry told him, just staring at him while Zayn squished his cheeks together for his own amusement.

"Oh well." Zayn said, stretching his cheeks out next.

"Quit, that hurts." Harry frowned.

"Sorry." Zayn smiled, squishing them again.

Harry grabbed him by his wrists, using his body to knock Zayn down onto his back.

Harry pinned him down with his wrists above his head, their bodies pressed together and their faces inches apart.

"I told you to quit." Harry said.

Zayn smiled, blushing.

"Couldn't help it, you're really cute."