S-s-stutter [Zarry]

how you know

+Zayn (mature)

"Are you kidding me? I just left."

"I didn't praise Harry on his dexterity. Did you hear that finger plucking? How long has he been playing the guitar? Please ask him for me."

"Why did that sound borderline sexual," I laugh. "Plucking strings. I'll ask him later. You're ruining the mood."

"Oh oops. Are you going to have sex?"

"I'm hanging up on you," I chuckle.

No. We aren't having sex. Cheeky bastard.

A few shared sloppy kisses and a fit of giggles but our clothes stay on.

"Why don't you ever sing for me?"

"You make me nervous," his cheeks flush and I press a kiss to the corner of his mouth.

"Why babe?"

"You're really pretty," he chuckles. "I can't stare at you too long. It's kind of like gazing at the sun too long and going blind. We wouldn't want that, I already have a stutter."

I laugh and pull him into my arms.

"Ed thinks you're an ace guitarist. Where did you learn?"

"Taught myself," he blushes.

"Pretty good with your hands," I tease.

"Zaaayn stop," he buries his face in the crook of my neck. "Can we play video games?"

"Video games," I chuckle. "You don't strike me as a gamer."

"Mario Kart," he grins.

"Now that I can see. Grab a controller and I'll hook up the Xbox. I'm going to beat your sorry ass."

He rolls his eyes and I flop down next to him on the couch.

"You're lucky I even have Mario Kart."

"Whatever, you're a nerd. You hoard comic books."

I playfully slap his shoulder and the game begins with him blowing me in the dust.

"Oh bullshit," I smirk.

He groans as he's hit by a flying sneaker and I bite back laughter.

"That's so not fair."

Harry does not handle second place well.

"Hey, at least you ranked in the top three. They're delivering you a silver trophy."

"Silver is for losers," he sulks.

His head is in my lap in a matter of seconds and my fingers are carding through his tangled curls.

"Make me feel better."

He gives an irresistible pout and I shower him with kisses.

"Zayn...how do know when it's the right time?"

"What do you mean babe?"

His cheeks turn cherry red and he bites nervously at his bottom lip.

"To have sex."

"Oh. Don't worry about that right now. We'll just know when the moment is right."

I feel his body relax. Maybe that put his mind at ease.

"I can still make you feel good if you want."

He tenses up again and I immediately regret it.

"Sorry I just-"