Harry had told Zayn Malik to meet him on the corner of the brown-eyed boy’s estate at seven o’clock on the Friday morning for a surprise. It was barely an instruction, yet the skinny boy had set his alarm for six after packing a backpack with the essentials that were scrawled on the piece of paper given to him by Harry a few days before, the previous night. He’d pulled on one of Harry’s plaid shirts that the curly haired boy had told him to keep, and then some jeans before walking away from his Mother’s house so that he could stand on the corner of the estate ready for Harry to meet him. His raven hair was across his forehead, his glasses perched on his nose and his drawing book in his hand as his brown eyes looked down the road, quickly counting all of the small birds that were sat on a telegraph wire as he did so.
Ever since the start of the summer, the two boys had been inseparable. If Harry was at his home, it was almost guaranteed that Zayn would be with him. The two boyfriends spent as much time with each other as possible, and Harry just couldn’t get enough of the boy. The long hours of the day would be spent running around in Harry’s garden with waterguns or lazily cuddling under the rays of the sun on the lad’s trampoline, and the nights were always the same, spent by the crackle of the chiminea as they waited for the stars to slip out from the dark skies above them. The two boys would sit up and talk about anything, their eyes always fascinated on the other’s lips, but if there were no words then the silence shared was just as golden.
Mid way through the week when Harry patted the boy’s bum as he showed him out of the front door after another sleepover and then gave him the note, with the four letters of his name written carefully at the top.
“Friday at seven, fluffball.” Harry had told him, with a kiss on the cheek, and now Zayn’s brown eyes wandered across the street, looking over the pale morning sky, and the small sun that was starting to peek over the tops of the buildings and houses. He had wondered what Harry had had planned, as he thought back to the items that were carefully folded up into his backpack. His pyjamas, his toothbrush, his pencils for drawing and a few pairs of underwear. Harry had drawn a small winking face by the side of the latter.
Zayn’s brown eyes flickered back towards the direction of where Harry’s car would be coming from, and soon enough, the little vehicle came into view. Harry was sat in the drivers seat, grinning as he came closer to the boy. Zayn giggled a little, his mind still wondering what Harry had planned.
Harry’s small red car pulled up at the kerb, the curly haired boy leaning across the front seat so he could beam a smile at Zayn. Zayn waved a little, the pages of his drawing book still held tightly in one arm like a baby, before he leaned forward and opened the car door. Zayn couldn’t help but smile as the smell of Harry’s cologne and fast food hit him. He liked the smell of Harry’s car, it smelt like curly haired boy, and the pizza boxes that were now removed from the back had added up to the smell as well.
“I was starting to think you wouldn’t meet me this early, but you did!” Harry said excitedly as Zayn sat in the front seat, closing the car door shut gently, his backpack and drawing book on his knee. Zayn smiled over at Harry, his brown eyes looking over the messy curls that were caught in a beanie, the sweeping of sleep under Harry’s green eyes and the dimples, which seemed to prominently stay out in Zayn’s presence.
“Of course I would meet you, you told me too.” Zayn replied, before he gave a small yawn and looked at Harry with happy eyes. Harry found the boy all too cute, and the soft peck he planted on the boy’s lips after he yawned was too irresistible for him.
“You ready to go on our first adventure, fluffball?” Harry asked excitedly, as he looked over Zayn’s sleepy smile. Zayn’s brown eyes suddenly sparkled, his grip on his backpack and drawing book tightening in excitement.
“An adventure?” Zayn asked with a beaming smile on his face, and Harry couldn’t help but let a chuckle slip from his lips as he nodded to his beautiful boyfriend, before their lips came into contact once again.
“Shove your stuff on the backseat with mine, we’ve got a bit of a drive…your folks won’t mind me stealing you for a few days, will they?” Harry asked with an excited smile, as he revved the car engine up and looked towards the road, checking the view from behind him to make sure the road was clear. The roads were clear of any early morning traffic.
“They’ll be okay.” Zayn answered with a smile, before he carefully placed his backpack next to Harry’s own in the back, and placed the drawing book on the backseat too, before his hands went to the seatbelt to buckle himself in.
As Harry set off driving, Zayn’s excitable brown eyes watched as the Bradford roads started to slip away. Houses passed by, and Zayn watched them all, taking in all of the colours of the front doors and the gardens in front of them. Soon enough, Bradford had melted away and the two boys were driving down the motorway, and Zayn’s eyes left subconsciously counting the cars and looked into the side of Harry’s concentrating face. The soft, quiet sounds of the radio were filling the car, the only comfortable noise that either of the boy’s needed.
“Where are we going, Harry?” Zayn asked, after the long song that had been playing on the radio finished, giving what Zayn thought was he opportunity to talk. A sly smile slowly spread across Harry’s face, his dimple popping from his cheek as if to greet Zayn.
“Well that’s a surprise, fluffball.” Harry spoke softly, his green eyes concentrating on the road in front of him, his hands gripping the bottom of the steering wheel in his typical lazy way.
“But I want to know! Please?” Zayn asked again, his voice gaining volume due to how excited he was. He and Harry had talked about having many adventures together, going off to wherever they wanted, whether it be a city or countryside, and now the boys were having their first proper adventure. How could Zayn not be excited?
“If I give you a present will you stop asking me?” Harry asked, finally dropping his green eyed glance from the road and to Zayn for a moment, with a cheeky smile. Zayn’s eyebrow rose in surprise.
“Present?” Zayn asked, his innocent voice full of curiosity. Harry chuckled and gave a nod of his head before he looked back at the road in order to concentrate on his driving. The roads weren’t too busy, much to Harry’s relief, he wasn’t amazing at driving down motorways with millions of cars.
“Yeah. Present.” Harry reiterated, another chuckle leaving his ever-smiling lips. Zayn looked over how Harry’s face was twisted in delight, as if revelling in what he was about to give to Zayn. His thumb was tapping against the steering wheel to show how excited the curly haired boy was.
“You got me a present?” Zayn asked once again, as his mind tried to figure out why on earth Harry would buy him a present, his birthday had passed! Harry let out another long laugh.
“Yes, Zee! I brought you a present, because I am your boyfriend, as I have rights as your boyfriend to buy you a present if I want too.” Harry chuckled, his voice low as he spoke out about his boyfriend rights. Zayn’s face dropped, his lips falling into a small pout.
“But I didn’t know about that…I haven’t got a present to give to you…” Zayn spoke quietly, looking at Harry with those big brown eyes of his. Harry looked across at the boy next to him for a minute and let out another laugh, shaking his head at his boyfriend.
“Don’t be silly, you don’t need to get me a present.” Harry replied, as he put his concentration back onto the road, even though he could still see Zayn’s pout from the corner of his eye, as the brown-eyed boy sat in the front seat with his arms folded across his chest.
“Did too! It’s not silly. I have boyfriend rights, you said so!” Zayn replied, leaning forward a little as if to show how passionate he felt about his words. Harry shook his head and rolled his eyes playfully at the behaviour from the boy next to him.
“Okay, okay, you have the boyfriend rights too. But, if I give you your present will you stop going all Prime Minister Malik on me?” Harry chuckled, as his green eyes looked at the oncoming sign ahead to signal there was a service station up ahead of them. Harry needed coffee and a cuddle, so the services came right in time for him.
“Yes.” Zayn replied, his head leaning against the headrest of the seat as he looked into the side of Harry’s face. Harry couldn’t help but chuckle once again as he felt the pouting boy’s face burning into him.
“If you keep pouting like that I will take advantage and nibble on your lip,” Harry spoke, trying to summon as much authority into his voice as possible. He glanced sideways at the boy next to him.
“And you know I will.” He grinned, winking at the raven-haired boy before he looked back to the road, preparing to come off the motorway and enter the slip road to the service station. Zayn let out a squeak and quickly brought his bottom lip into his mouth, his teeth closing down on it so that it would not escape. Harry only smiled lovingly at him, unable to do anything else.
“There ya go.” Harry spoke, as he placed the wrapped up box onto Zayn’s lap. They had pulled into the service station five minutes ago, and Harry had only just arrived back from the large building with a coffee and a bag of food. Zayn had smiled widely, excitedly waiting for the smell of the hot McDonalds breakfast to fill the car.
Zayn had been sat cross-legged in the front seat, but facing towards the open car door, as Harry stood leant over the car above him. The curly haired boy simply sipped at his coffee as his green eyes watched over how Zayn’s cautious hands held the box on his lap. Zayn looked over the box for a moment, before looking back up at Harry with big brown eyes.
“Can I open it?” Zayn asked with a small smile, and Harry chuckled and nodded.
“Wouldn’t be a present if you couldn’t, would it, love?” He replied, before taking another sip of the hot coffee, relieved that his body was slowly waking up. Zayn smiled excitedly and looked back down at the wrapped parcel, before he slowly opened it, making sure not to rip the pretty blue paper. Zayn pulled the last layer of blue from the top and was met with a box, with a photo of a bright blue camera inside. Zayn couldn’t help but smile from the present Harry had given him.
“A box!” Zayn giggled excitedly, before he leaned upwards and puckered his lips up, to demand for a kiss. Harry chuckled and flicked the boy’s nose.
“The present is inside the box, silly.” He told him, and when Zayn looked up at him with that ever-present brown-eyed wonder, Harry leaned down and pressed a kiss to his forehead, which was covered by Zayn’s silky brown fringe.
“Open the box.” He spoke softly against the boy’s hair, before standing back up to lean against the car, his free hand lazily stroking through the back of the boy’s hair. Zayn smiled and hummed from the feeling of Harry’s soft lips, before he looked down at the box and pulled the remaining bits of paper away so that he could open the box gently.
When the boy pulled the top of the lid open and his brown eyes peered inside, Zayn sucked in a breath as he looked at the blue camera looking back at him.
“Camera!” Zayn burst out in shock, his hands still holding onto the sides of the box as if it were the most precious thing in the world. Harry smiled excitedly.
“Now you can take photos and draw from them.” Harry replied, before kissing the top of his hair once again as he looked down at the boy happily. Zayn looked up at him with sparkling eyes.
“Camera!” He repeated again, too shocked to say anything else. Harry chuckled again, but as he went to take a sip of his coffee his boyfriend had jumped up from the seat and wrapped his arms around Harry’s neck, nuzzling his face into the crook of Harry’s neck.
“You got me a camera!” Zayn mumbled against Harry’s neck, holding onto him with a vice like grip. Harry chuckled and wrapped his arm around his shoulders, placing multiple kisses into his hair.
“You like your present, fluffball?” Harry asked, looking down at the boy with a hope that the boy would peek back up at him with a wide smile to confirm his love for his new camera. Zayn on the other hand simply giggled into Harry’s neck, his hands moving from the tall boy’s neck and snaking around Harry’s torso, bobbing up and down against him in excitement.
“Love my present.” Zayn giggled, before he looked up and pressed a soft kiss onto Harry’s lips.
“Good, baby. I’m really glad you like it,” Harry replied, stroking down the boy’s back, “Now, we need to get going! Lots of driving to do.” Harry spoke, before pressing a longer kiss to the boy’s lips, before he told Zayn to eat his breakfast, and soon enough, the two boys were back on their way, Zayn nibbling away on the breakfast Harry had brought him in the front seat.
A/N: Fluffysmut is coming either next chapter or the chapter after that. Not long to wait!:) Enjoy Zayn's innocence while you can!;p xxx