Drawn Out Dreams. [A Zarry Fanfiction.]

Chapter Forty Two ~Mature~

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“Zee.” Harry whispered softly, his eyelashes tickling the warm skin that belonged to Zayn Malik.

The two boys, tucked up under the huge duvet and tangled within each other’s arms and legs, had spent a lot of time lying in bed and watching the sun pour into the windows, and then the moon follow it’s path. Their first adventure was a lazy one; lazy days, lazy kisses, lazy boys. Both boys made no complaint, being wrapped up in the other’s warmth were enough for this adventure to be as magical as could be.

Zayn let out a slight squeak as his curly haired boyfriend tried to draw him from his sleep. Zayn’s back stuck to Harry’s chest, so that the taller male could wrap his arms around the skinny raven-haired boy, and his almost automatically started body snuggling more into Harry’s due to being roused from his dreams of Tom the Cat and his Nana. Harry chuckled, his lack of speaking causing his voice to have a gravel-like effect. The husky purr of a chuckle was enough to slowly open Zayn’s eyes, followed by a soft kiss to the nape of the boy’s neck.

“What does Harry want?” Zayn giggled quietly, his sleepy eyelids closing once again, the brightness of the August sun too much for his drowsy mind.

“Harry wants to talk to you.” Harry’s gravelled purr came again, this time closer to the other boy’s ear, as he leaned over to place a kiss on the soft under his ear.

A muffled squeak was the next noise to break the quiet of the room, as Zayn wriggled under Harry’s touch. The boy couldn’t help but find the sweet gesture ticklish when he was still half asleep, but his grip on Harry’s hand never faltered once, their fingers slipped together by his chest. If the curly haired lad could concentrate on anything but sending more soft, ticklish kisses onto his boyfriend’s neck, then he would have heard the boy’s heartbeat on the back of his hand.

Zayn let his head roll to the side so he could look up into Harry’s eyes. The raven-haired boy smiled when he came into contact with those sparkly emeralds that shimmered in the sun. His eyes started to run over Harry’s face, lingering over Harry’s pink, puffy lips. There were small speckles of dark pink towards the inside of his bottom lip, where the boy’s teeth had sunk into his lip during the activities of the previous days. Zayn found himself smiling bashfully over it, as his mind gently told him how he had been the cause of it. Zayn never wanted to be the cause of someone hurting themselves, but for some reason, as the images of Harry’s precious face swirled around his mind from last night, something inside of him told him that he liked to make Harry like that. If Harry’s lips did hurt badly, Zayn would apologise and kiss them better anyway.

Harry seemed to beat him to the punch as he leaned down and placed a long, but soft kiss onto his lips. Their noses nuzzled together for a moment, before Harry took his face away and looked down at Zayn with a fond smile. With his free hand propping up his unruly head of curls, and his other hand tucked inside of Zayn’s, he looked down at the boy with a small smile.

“Zayn, what do you know about…about sex?” Harry asked slowly. His words seemed to dig their heels into the top of his tongue, as if not wanting to come out, but he pushed them into the air anyway. Zayn’s big brown eyes stayed in that same, wide eyed look of purity.

“Sex?” Zayn asked, his voice like the chime of a bell. Harry couldn’t help but want to cringe, and his cheeks were soon flushed pink. Hearing someone so sweet and innocent say what’s normally such a little, silly word had never sounded so sinful to Harry.