Him [Zarry]

Tremble

"That...wasn't very friendly." Harry couldn't help but say.

"I-I know." Zayn said, quickly letting him go and stepping back.

"I'm sorry Harry. I'm just really....I'm all over the place right now and that was wrong."

"It didn't feel wrong." Harry said.

"Yes it did. I shouldn't have done that because now you're going to want more of...that and I don't want to do more of that." Zayn tried to explain.

"I think you do." Harry dared to say.

Zayn looked at him. "Okay yeah but it's not for the reason you'd want. It's an awful reason."

"You just want someone right now. I know." Harry said, stepping closer.

"But it's not meant to be anything or lead anywhere." Zayn told him.

"I know how this works." Harry smiled.

"I don't mind being that person, even if it's temporary."

Zayn frowned. "But-"

"I told you I'm crazy about you. I used to be satisfied if I at least got to see you from across the street. Can you imagine how I feel now?" Harry asked.

Zayn stared at him.

"See that's exactly why this is a bad idea." Zayn said.

"I think that's exactly why it's a good idea." Harry said softly, moving even closer.

Zayn felt like he was on fire.

He swallowed, looking up at Harry.

"I promise it's okay."

"It isn't." Zayn argued in a whisper, staring at Harry's mouth again.

Fuck.

"I don't care." Harry said, a bit of his gentle nature fading.

He pulled Zayn close, kissing him first this time.

Zayn melted into it, choosing not to care right now either.

They stood there for a while, enjoying each other before Zayn began to gently pull him backwards by his shirt.

There was heat between them now, and it was growing rapidly.

Soon Zayn didn't have to pull anymore because Harry was pushing.

They fell into bed together, and Harry moved on top of him.

Zayn bent his knees, pulling Harry closer by his shirt once again.

Harry kissed him firmly, the feeling of Zayn's legs on either side of him sending his temperature up.

The two of them stayed there kissing until their lips were swollen, living off of each other's company.

It all felt so right to Zayn when he didn't think about the situation, and concentrated on the feeling of Harry's lips instead.

Zayn felt like each kiss told a story and he couldn't stop listening.

He loved the feeling of Harry's warmth, and his curls.

He was enjoying it all so much he only snapped out of it when Harry slid his shirt up and began to kiss down his stomach.