I'm Not Gay

Epilogue

“Aww, aren’t you two the cutest?” Tristan said, flopping on the couch and smirking down at Harry and Zayn really obnoxiously. “I always knew you’d be adorable together.”

“I called it ages ago,” Miles chimed in, without looking up from his phone.

“I hate your family,” Harry said from where he was sprawled out on the carpet, using Zayn’s lap as a pillow.

Looking away from the cards in his hand, Zayn smiled down at him. “Liar.”

Harry found himself smiling back. Okay, maybe he was lying, a bit. More than a bit. He loved the Maliks, and he was incredibly grateful to them for allowing him to spend Christmas with them and making him feel so included. He’d always been comfortable around them, but now that he and Zayn were together, they all were even warmer toward him.

Harry hoped they weren’t just pitying him because of his parents. Harry didn’t think Zayn had told his family about his parents, but considering that Harry was spending Christmas with the Maliks, they all had probably guessed how bad things were with his parents.

Harry’s smile slipped a bit. His parents hadn’t taken the news well—to put it mildly. His mother was still refusing to speak to him. His father…the only thing his father had said was, “I’m not even surprised. A normal man would have settled down by now.”

Harry…he’d expected to feel absolutely gutted, but he was surprisingly okay, actually. He felt almost relieved, in a way. Now that his relationship with his parents had hit rock bottom, he had nothing to fear anymore. It was done. Maybe their relationship would improve, maybe not, but things could only get better now.

It would probably take a long time until things got better, if they ever did, but Harry was surprisingly okay with it. Of course it helped immensely that the one person who’d always had his back was even closer to him than before, so close that sometimes Harry wasn’t sure where he ended and Zayn began.

Being in a relationship with Zayn was weirdly not weird at all. It was fucking awesome. Harry got all the perks of a best friend coupled with all the great sex in the world. He could kiss Zayn anytime he wanted—and he wanted to kiss Zayn all the goddamn time lately. It was kind of embarrassing, really, but Harry found that he loved kissing Zayn almost as much as he loved having Zayn’s dick in him. He was turning into a total kiss slut. Was that a thing?

Harry grinned a little, looking up to stare at his boyfriend as Zayn played cards with his brothers. Zayn had a frown of intense concentration on his face—the Maliks were hilariously competitive when it came to card games—so Harry could look his fill without being caught gazing at Zayn like a sap. He could study his features, expressive of every emotion Zayn was feeling. Zayn’s jaw clenched tightly as he glowered at Ryan who had just accused him of cheating. Harry wet his lips, wanting to lick the scowl off Zayn’s mouth. And kiss him. And do other things to him.

“Gross,” Miles said with a snort, kicking Harry.

Harry glared at him, his face warming. If there was one thing he hated about the Hardaways, it was the lack of privacy. There were just so many of them. One couldn’t even ogle one’s own boyfriend without being made fun of.

“The honeymoon phase is sickening, isn’t it?” Tristan said, smirking. “I feel secondhand embarrassment just from being around those two.”

Miles rolled his eyes. “As if you and Zach aren’t as sickening. You’ve been together for two years. What’s your excuse?”

Tristan shrugged before slipping shamelessly into his husband’s lap. “My husband is the hottest man in this room,” he declared, peering into Zach’s cards. “That’s my excuse.”

“Stop distracting me, brat,” Zach said but he wrapped his free arm around Tristan.

“I disagree,” James chimed in, from where he was sitting leaned against Ryan’s shoulder. “My boyfriend is the hottest man in this room.”

Harry looked from Zach to Ryan and scrunched up his nose in thought. He supposed they both were hot. The Maliks were blessed with some great genes, really. Ryan was kind of ridiculously handsome, but Zach’s striking bone structure appealed to Harry more.

“I think Zach is hotter than Ryan,” he said.

Ryan said, laughing, “Ouch.”

Tristan grinned at Harry. “I like you. Can we keep him?”

Zayn looked down at Harry intently. “We will.”

Harry licked his lips. Dammit, he really, really wanted a kiss. Could the rest of the Maliks disappear for a minute so that Harry could snog his own boyfriend?

“Harry’s opinion doesn’t count,” James said with a laugh. “Zach looks pretty much like Zayn with different eye color, so Harry’s opinion isn’t exactly unbiased.”

“Hey, I’m extremely unbiased!” Harry said.

“Don’t be a sore loser, Jimmy!” Tristan said, sticking his tongue out. “You lost. Suck it up.”

“Don’t call me Jimmy,” James grumbled, glaring at his half-brother.

“Don’t fight, children,” Javadd  said, rolling his eyes. “It’s Christmas.”

Harry found himself grinning.  He was happy. He was really, really happy.  He looked back at Zayn and found him looking at him already.

Zayn brushed his thumb against Harry’s smiling lips, his gaze weirdly dark and soft at the same time.

“Merry Christmas, love.”

“Merry Christmas,” Harry whispered, grinning helplessly.

And fuck it, he was getting that kiss even if the entire Malik clan watched them snog.

Harry grabbed the front of Zayn's shirt and pulled him down. “C’mere. It’s been two whole hours since you kissed me.”

Zayn was laughing as their lips smashed together. The angle was awkward as hell, there were wolf whistles and laughter all around the room, but it was still the best kiss of Harry’s life.

It tasted of happiness

The End😭😭

Bye for now✌😜