One Direction One Shots

Zarry - Bad Dreams

*ZARRY ONESHOT*

--Bad Dreams--

(harry’s point of view)

I woke up to the sound of knocking on my door. Maybe if I leave it, it’ll go away. Knock, knock. Yet another knock; who am I kidding, it won’t go away. I opened my eyes and sat up. I glanced at the clock and waited for my eyes to adjust. The time was 2:47. Who could be up so early?

I heard another knock, followed by “Harry?” The voiced belonged to someone familiar. I got up with only my boxers and pulled open the door. It was Zayn with a restless look on his face. He looked scared, tortured even. 

“Hi, Haz. I was jus-just wondering if um, maybe I cou- I could sleep... with you.” He kept stuttering like he was really nervous.

“Sure, Zaynie.” I smiled at him and tried to sound comforting. Why did Zayn want to sleep with me? He is best mates with Liam and Niall. But, I’m glad he came, I do enjoy Zayns company whenever or wherever it is. I have always been very fond of him. 

I stepped back from the doorway and let him in. He walked slowly and hesitantly into the middle of the room and stopped. I shut the door behind us and walked up to him. He was wearing only his boxers and his hands fell down at his sides.

I continued walking and stopped right in front of him. I took his hands in mine and entwined our fingers. “Why do you want to sleep with me?” I asked Zayn.

“I...um...had a um...bad dream.” He spat out avoiding eye contact with me.

I let go of his hands and embraced him in a long and tender hug. He wrapped his arms tightly around my waist while mine were at his shoulders. I leaned back a little so that I could atleast look at him but also so that we were still hugging. I tried to look him in the eyes and talk to him but he just looked down. I placed my hand under his chin and gently lifted his face up to mine, so we were only inches apart.

“It’s ok. I’ll protect you.” I whispered lightly and then kissed the brim of his nose. “Let’s go to bed while we still can.”

We let go of eachother and I took his hand, walking him over to my bed. I layed him down between the sheets and covers then got in, myself. He almost immediatly curled up into a defenseless little ball. I spooned him from behind and wrapped my arms around him. I rested my chin on top of his head and sighed.

“What was the dream about.”

“I don’t wanna say.” Zayn answered a few moments later. 

“Come on, Zayn. You can trust me.” I persuaded him.

There was a slight pause again and then he said it. “It was about you.”

“What about me, Zayn?”

“I had a dream you died and I couldn’t save you and-and I-I really had to tell you that-” The rest was mumbling.

“You had to tell me what?”

“I really had to tell you that... I love you.”

I layed there in shock. What do I say? What am I supposed to say? I didn’t realize it until now but I had been waiting for this day... forever.

“I love you too.”

He completely changed his position and faced me now in the bed. I still had my arms all around him. “You do?”

“Yes. I was just to scared to tell you because I thought you’d reject me.” I told him honestly while playing with his hair.

“I thought the same thing!” He replied smiling.

“Well, now I guess we both don’t have to worry.  Because I’m yours.”

“And I’m yours.” Zayn finished.

I pulled him closer and he also put his arms around my waist. I know what I wanted to do. And I think he knew too. My lips hovered over his and I slowly closed my eyes. I finally met his lips and felt warmth, explode through out my body. We kissed gently, yet passionately. His tongue slipped across my lips. I opened my mouth to giggle but he took it as a chance to enter. 

Our tongues rubbed and massaged against eachother and it just felt so right. His tongue was warm inside my mouth and it felt relaxing and exciting at the same time. We both leaned back and smiled at eachother. I kissed his lips one more time and then pulled him closer into my chest; if that was even possible. We fell asleep together. Me with hapiness. Him with no fear and a lot of joy. I’m his and he’s mine. 

At last.