Hate and Love ( Zarry AU)

Part 44

"Shh. You'll wake up our parents", Zayn teased.

"Zee..."

"Come here, Harry", Zayn ordered and patted on the spot next to him, and of course I complied. When I lied back down, he spooned me from behind and pulled the blanket over the both of us.

I cozily snuggled up against him. I loved being close to him. To smell his unique scent, which was kind of a mix of a bit of smoke, vanilla, his cologne and just him. "Next time you wanna cuddle, just be a normal person and come to my room before I fall asleep, instead of waking me up in the middle of the night", I murmured.

"Sorry princess. I had to wait until our parents were asleep", Zayn whispered and pressed a light kiss on my shoulder, then one on my neck.

"Zee I wanna sleep", I mumbled, although I totally enjoyed it. But I knew Zayn and if he wasn't stopped now, we would end up in a heated snogging-session. Not that I particularly minded that. But right now I was really tired. And really wanted to get some sleep.

"Okay sleepy-head. Just give me one quick kiss. I've been dying to taste those luscious lips of yours", Zayn pleaded.

"Your wish is granted", I chuckled and turned around so that we were now facing each other.

I gave him a small peck on the lips and quickly turned back again.

"Has anyone ever told that you are unbelievable?", Zayn sighed, before he started tickling me.

"Zee. Stop. Our parents will hear us", I quoted him, still trying to suppress my laughter.

"I don't care princess. As long as I don't get my proper kiss goodnight I'll continue", Zayn replied and sounded like he meant it.

"Okay okay. I'll give up", I answered, still trying to catch my breath from all the laughing.

"Always such a tease princess", Zayn stated and turned me around.

"But you'll love it", I replied grinningly. I didn't know where I got the courage to be so sassy towards him right now. Usually I'd be shy and blush. But somehow I just liked teasing him a bit.

"That I do", was all Zayn said before pressing his lips on mine. I immediately kissed back, granting his tongue entrance to my mouth. We didn't even fight for dominance, because clearly he would win anyways. But I didn't mind that at all. Gosh he really knew how to kiss. I could feel my knees becoming weaker by every second. After some time Zayn pulled away and whispered "Goodnight babe."

Babe. That made me blush. This was the first time he had called me that. And I could definitely get used to that.

"Night Zee", I mumbled and turning around, so that I was his little spoon again. I felt his two strong arms holding me by my waist, pulling me closer to his body. His body was hot as hell. But I bet mine felt the same. Now we were lying there. Skin pressed on skin, with our boxers being the only obstacles. This entire position was so intimate. Okay I had slept in the same bed as Zayn twice already. One time when he snuck into my room, like today and the other time in New York. But this time it felt different. Better. Because I knew he would be there when I wake up. Still I couldn't sleep. Feeling his skin on mine and being held by him was just SO good. It made me feel safe but it also made my body ache for more touch. While debating if I should kiss him once more or try to sleep, I let out a deep sigh.

"Try to sleep babe. I can hear you thinking", Zayn chuckled and I could feel his hot breath on my neck, giving me goosebumps.

"I'm trying, but you are so hot and that is distracting me", I blurted out before realizing what I said, " I meant your body is extremely warm. That's what I meant to say." I face-palmed myself. How embarrassing.

"Thanks princess. I know I'm hot. And now sleep", Zayn answered and I knew he was smirking his typical cocky smirk. "Yeah but...", being this close to your body is making me nervous and hot and aching for more. Was what I wanted to explain, but I let the sentence stuck in the air.

"Zayn", I whispered. No answer. "Zayn!" Again nothing. Did he really fell asleep? Well I guess I had no other option but to sleep as well.

The next morning I woke up by my mom shouting: "Harry, are you awake?"

I lazily rubbed the sleep out of my eyes when realized I wasn't alone in my bed. I happily smiled at the sight of my, now boyfriend, snuggled up on my bed, looking like a sleeping Greek God. How could someone look that good in the morning? I bet that I looked terrible right now.

"Zayn, wake up", I whispered so that my mom wouldn't hear it.

"Let me sleep Harry", Zayn mumbled tiredly, going right back to sleep a minute later. Not a morning person I guess.

"Harry, I'm coming in!", my mom shouted again.

"No! I'm not dressed yet", I yelled.

I was totally in panic by now. She definitely couldn't come in. I mean how would I explain why Zayn was sleeping in my bed instead of his own?

"Okay then get dressed and open the door."

Fuck. There was no way Zayn could get out without her noticing.