"I'm really glad you're here." Zayn said softly, playing with Harry's hand and fingers.

He would've been playing with his curls but they were still damp from his shower.

Harry was so happy after he got out, telling Zayn how he smelt like him now.

"I'm glad I'm here too. Tomorrow is going to be hell though." Harry said.

"Why?"

"Zayn, it's already one in the morning. We'll be napping in English." Harry said.

"Yeah, probably." Zayn smiled at the ceiling.

"Then we'll get yelled at." Harry said.

"Yep."

"And you'll cry."

Zayn looked at him. "I will not."

Harry grinned, rolling onto his side and kissing Zayn's jaw.

"It's okay, I'll probably cry too."

"I won't cry." Zayn mumbled just before their lips met.

Harry fought back a smile, pulling Zayn closer.

Zayn kissed him firmly each time, gradually making his way on top of him.

Harry held the sides of his face, eagerly parting his lips.

Zayn slowly licked Harry's lower lip, barely licking into his mouth before he pulled back and went to his neck.

"Why are you teasing me so much?" Harry whispered, his heart pounding.

"Dunno, guess I'm more comfortable in my own home." Zayn smiled, finding Harry's sweet spot.

"Well if that's all it takes, wow." Harry smiled, getting goosebumps.

"Quit." He said in a breathy chuckle, trying to turn his head away.

Zayn hummed knowingly, chasing him and sucking on the spot.

Harry bit his lower lip, dragging his fingernails up Zayn's back and bringing his shirt up as well.

Zayn stopped so Harry could pull it off, diving back in with a passionate kiss that ended with heated tongue play.

As Zayn moved back to his neck, he slid his hand up Harry's side and let his thumb ghost over Harry's nipple.

"Don't start something you're not going to finish." Harry whispered, his skin beginning to get hot.

Zayn smirked, moving back some and looking at him. "Don't worry about it."

Harry blushed, looking at the ceiling and tangling his fingers in Zayn's hair as Zayn kissed down his chest.

Zayn then pressed his tongue flat against Harry's skin, licking over his nipple.

Harry shuddered, closing his eyes and internally screaming at himself to keep cool, and quiet.

Zayn teased it with his tongue, stopping because of how loud Harry suddenly groaned.

"If you wake my mom up we'll both be killed." Zayn warned, trying not to laugh.

"Sorry," Harry swallowed. "I just um, sorry."

"What is this? Like sweet spot 2.0?" Zayn asked.

"I guess." Harry blushed.

Zayn stared down at him in the low light.

"Here." He said quietly, bringing his thumb up to Harry's mouth.

Harry parted his lips, taking Zayn's thumb into his mouth and looking at him as he began to suck on it.

"That's it." Zayn whispered, easily getting turned on.

Eventually he pulled his thumb out, circling it around Harry's nipple.

Harry tilted his head back and hummed, gasping as Zayn licked over his other nipple again.

He pushed himself up against Zayn, whining quietly.

"Zayn I-" He stopped himself to fight back a moan from all that was being done to him.

Zayn didn't quit until they were tender and Harry couldn't keep still from the pleasure.

"I want you." Harry managed to finish.

"I want you to fuck me."

After Zayn decided he was finished, he leaned back up and kissed Harry's lips.

"Can't. But..." Zayn trailed off, fighting away his nervousness. "Want me to suck you off?"

"Wait, why can't we have sex?" Harry asked.

"I don't have any condoms here." Zayn lied.

He had some somewhere but he knew it'd be dawn by the time he found them.

Plus they were old.

"So unprepared." Harry scolded playfully, trying to ignore how hard he was.

But it wasn't easy.

Zayn chuckled, kissing him again.

"Just let me suck you off. Or...."

"Or?" Harry asked, looking at him.

Zayn swallowed. "Or...maybe something a little different."

Harry caught on pretty quick, feeling weak.

"Really?"

"If you want." Zayn said softly, loving his own boldness right now.

Harry practically gulped. "W-Well...I don't know, I...." He trailed off, watching Zayn casually stick his tongue out as if he was showing it off.

"Okay." Harry said quickly, staring.

Zayn pulled Harry's boxers off, and the two got into position.

He started slow, giving Harry goosebumps.

So many goosebumps.

Harry whimpered, squeezing handfuls of the sheets as Zayn began to tease him.

Then he went slow again, and deeper, making Harry struggle to breathe.

"Zayn, fuck," Harry panted, arching his back a little.

His jaw went slack, and he found it difficult to form words.

Zayn reached and gave him a little tap on the thigh when he started getting too loud, but Harry didn't really pick up on it.

He was squirming now, constantly letting out little huffs of breath, and desperate moans.

"Harry be quiet." Zayn said as he lifted his head and gave him a look.

Harry covered his mouth, breathing heavily and blinking his eyes open.

Zayn licked back into him, making Harry whimper loudly into his hand, closing his eyes again.

For what felt like hours Harry was laying there suffering in the best way.

Eyebrows pulled together, eyes constantly fluttering and nostrils flared.

His cheeks were a deep red, and his hand was clamped tightly over his mouth.

Each time he felt close, it faded then came back stronger.

It was driving him insane.

Zayn was doing this on purpose.

Harry's lengthy toes curled as Zayn found that one spot again, and he groaned into his hand.

He knew there was no going back this time.

"Zayn," He whined, his hand now squeezing the sheets again just like the other one.

"Fuck, Z-Zayn I'm-" He tried to speak, the next moan erupting from his throat as his eyes rolled back some and he came.

He felt completely numb afterward, trying to catch his breath while Zayn kissed up his thighs, his kisses lingering over the scars.

"That was so good." Harry breathed.

Zayn smiled some, moving up beside him and propping himself up. "Good. Um, there's something I kind of...want to apologize for."

Harry looked at him. "What?"

"N-Nothing bad, I haven't done anything, um, it's just...what I haven't done." Zayn said.

"Oh. Well what you've done tonight was incredible. I'm going to clean myself up okay? When I get back I'll take care of you." Harry smirked at him before he got up and left, taking his boxers.

Zayn sighed, wondering if he'd ever be able to say what he needed to.

He didn't need to be taken care of.

His confidence was pretty high right now, and he didn't know how long that would last.

He needed to talk.

He got out of bed, pulling the sheet they'd been on to the floor.

"There. Clean." He said, getting back in bed.

Shortly after that, Harry came back in.

"I should go mouthwash." Zayn realized, getting out of bed once again and heading to the bathroom.

Harry, who was still in a daze, got back in bed and happily snuggled down into Zayn's blankets.

"You'll share with me, right?" Zayn chuckled when he came back in and saw Harry wrapped up.

"Course. Hurry up I could use your warmth."

Zayn smiled, getting in bed with him and chuckling at the way Harry moved close and clung to him.

"Why is your skin so cold?" Zayn asked quietly.

"I'm a reptile. It shows most after sex of any kind. I'm ready to lay my eggs." Harry said, making Zayn laugh.

"Really though, that was nice." Harry smiled. "I still can't really feel my legs."

"Mission accomplished." Zayn joked.

Harry smiled again, resting his head on Zayn's shoulder.

"So what did you need to tell me?" He asked, resting his thigh across Zayn's hips.

Zayn reached down and rubbed it gently, making Harry blush.

Both of them were blushing from all the intimacy, but neither of them wanted it to stop.

"I wanted to apologize for....maybe not being as affectionate as I should have. I've always struggled with my emotions and with expressing them so...I hope you don't think I've been a shitty boyfriend. I don't know if I can ever be what you deserve, but from now on I'll try my best. Regardless of how fucked I am in the head." Zayn said.

"Zayn-"

"Hear me out, okay? I'm not a romantic person at all, but then again nobody else has made me want to...to write a love song or a poem or give them the whole world." Zayn said, speaking straight from his heart while fighting his mind.

"I have?" Harry asked, his heart pounding.

"Yes." Zayn chuckled. "A lot. You've made me feel so much I've never felt and I didn't know how to process it or deal with it so I just kind of....went quiet I guess. I should've talked to you about it. I should've made sure you knew how much you meant to me."

"It's okay, you're doing it now. You've never been a shitty boyfriend, you're perfect, Zayn." Harry said.

"No I'm not. You're going to have to tell me that sometimes, okay? If I'm doing something wrong, tell me. Call me out on it and we can work on it. Don't be afraid to do that. You did with Zack." Zayn said.

"Yeah, and I felt awful about it. I shouldn't have yelled like that. I don't like fighting, but...I'll speak up. We can discuss things like adults from now on." Harry nodded.

"You better speak up too. Understand?" He asked.

Zayn smiled.

"Of course."

"You mean everything to me." Harry said softly after a short silence.

Zayn blushed. "Everything?"

"Yeah. I don't know what I'd do without you."

Zayn smiled a little. "I don't know what I'd do without you either, Harry."