over you

12 » What if...?

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" ... Do you remember it?"

"Of course I do, kitty." Zayn smiled at Harry fondly "How can I forget?"

They were lying in Harry's bedroom in each other's arms, talking about random memories.

They had been sneaking around for months now. Only Harry's family know about their secret relationship. Zayn's don't.

"Those were the happy times." Harry sighed, dreamily. He really missed Zayn and he can't believe that he was finally lying in the other's arms.

"What are you thinking?" Zayn asked.

"Just ... stuff." Harry sighed.

"What kind of stuff?" Zayn asked, rolling over so he was on top of Harry.

"You are heavy! Get off of me, you dork!" Harry said, playfully gasping for air "Stop!"

"I don't remember you asking me to stop yesterday night." Zayn whispered seductively.

Harry blushed a deep red. A shiver arose in his body as Zayn kissed the sensitive skin behind his ear.

"I - I ... I was just ..." Harry stammered causing Zayn to laugh loudly.

"Shut up!" Harry whined, hiding his face behind his palms.

"Okay, okay. I'll stop now." Zayn chuckled, removing Harry's palms and revealing his pretty face.

"Better for you." Harry glared at him, playfully before closing his eyes with a small smile on his face.

Zayn stared at his beautiful face. How much had he missed him. He won't let anything break them apart. Again ...

"What are you thinking now?" Harry asked. Zayn looked down at him. He hadn't even realized that Harry had opened his eyes and was looking at him.

"Nothing ... just stuff." Zayn sighed, placing his forehead against Harry's, their noses rubbing together.

"What kind of stuff?" Harry joked, repeating the sentence Zayn said a few minutes ago.

Zayn chuckled dryly, hoping Harry wouldn't realize how fake it was.

"What's wrong?" Harry frowned, taking Zayn's face between his hands.

"Nothing." Zayn lied, kissing along Harry's neck to distract him.

"Zayn, stop." Harry said, but he can't help moan softly when Zayn bit down on his sweet spot, sucking on it afterwards.

"Stop, stop." Harry said, pushing Zayn away gently "Something is on your mind, Zayn, and I can tell that. Something is bothering you. What is it?"

"Kitty, I just ..." Zayn sighed "I don't want to worry you."

"Zayn ..." Harry bit his lip "It's something about your father, right?"

Zayn jerked up. He had almost forgotten how easily Harry could read him.

But Harry wasn't the only one who could read him like an open book. He could too.

"But I don't regret this, Harry." Zayn, guessing what Harry was thinking, said. He interwined their fingers together "I won't give up on you ... on us. Not now, not ever."

"Then what were you thinking?" Harry asked, looking down.

"I was just thinking ... won't it be marvellous if my family knew about our relationship too? I really want mom and Doniya to know too."

"I ... guess so." Harry said with much hesitance "But won't they follow your father's footsteps?"

"No," Zayn said "For only yesterday I heard mom and Doni talking about how much they wanted us to get back together."

"I guess it won't hurt anyone right?" Harry smiled.

Oh! How wrong he was ...