The three sat in a circle together. Zayn had found them a place to rest for ye night. He didn't think it would be safe for either of them to separate or go to their own places until this thing was solved for good. His eyes would constantly shift to Harry to make sure the lad was alright. He didn't need to lose him again. He had just gotten him back and to be honest, Zayn didn't know what he would do without Harry for the second time.
His hand reached across the short distance between himself and Harry, and laced their fingers together. His warm fingers, interlacing with Harry's slightly cold ones. They were in a sucky motel room, on a slightly deserted street. It wasn't the safest place probably, but it was better than nothing. Zayn had started a fire for them in a small bowl sense the heat was broken. Harry knew that maybe if he hadn't met Zayn then none of this would have ever happened. But then he thinks of how boring his life would be. How he'd never would have met the guy he loves. So he pushed the thought away and scoots closer to Zayn, placing a soft kiss to his cheek.
"Thank you...for saving me I mean. I knew you wouldn't give up..and it just means a lot," Harry said kissing Zayn's jaw then. "You're the best boyfriend I could ask for."
Zayn smiled softly and lifted Harry's hand, so he could place his lips over Harry's knuckles. "I'd do anything for you Harry. All you'd have to do is say it, and I'll do it for you. You've been my everything for a while now....you're the only thing that I'm scared of loosing."
Harry felt a burst of fondness exploded inside of his chest. Nuzzling his nose into Zayn neck, and taking in the sweet scent of his boyfriend. Harry sighed contently, being happy that he was finally able to be held after so long. Harry's thoughts slowly turned into how much he loved Zayn. Poets often describe love as an emotion that you can't control, one that overwhelms logic and common sense. Well that's what it was like for Harry. He didn't plan on falling in love with Zayn, and he doubts if Zayn planned on falling in love with him. But once they met, it was clear that neither of them could control what was happening. They fell in love, despite their differences, and once they did, something rare and beautiful was created. For Harry, love like that will happen only once, and that's why every minute he and Zayn spent together has been seared in his memory. He'll never forget a single moment of it. So as the thoughts of actually officially saying those three words to each other invaded his mind. Harry couldn't help his light giggle and blush.
Zayn raised a questioning eyebrow at him, and Harry just shrugged before leaning up and pressing their lips together. Harry could feel Zayn smiling into the kiss, and couldn't help but to smile himself. Teeth bumped, and fond laughs were exchanged through the kiss. They almost forgot about the other lad across from them, that was on the verge of a meltdown. Harry pulled back from the love drunk kiss when he heard a soft puppy like whimper from across from him.
"Ni.." Harry said with a frown on his face. Leaving another short kiss to Zayn's cheek, Harry got out of said lad's arms and went to go comfort Niall. Pulling the blonde lad into his arms, and letting his best friend cry into his chest. Harry bites his lip worried as he looks up at Zayn.
Zayn shrugged not really knowing what to do either. The golden brown eyed lad moved over to Harry's side though, and wrapped his arms around Harry's waist. He understood that his boyfriend needed to help his friend, but Zayn also need Harry. Its been almost three full weeks of not having Harry with him. He might be being selfish, but he couldn't care less at the moment. He could feel Harry trying to get Zayn off of him, so that he could be able to hold Niall better. Zayn guesses that Harry got the hint that he wasn't letting go, and smiled happily when he felt the green eyed lad relaxing into him.
Throughout the room, the only sounds that could be heard, was Niall's weeping, all three of their off breathing, and the howling wind from outside. Red-hot tears ran down Niall's face, each one carving furrows on the tender flesh. Each new wave a hot trail of agony as slim, bare shoulders shook in each rake of emotion through his frame. He can feel it, building like an unstoppable snowball in the pit of his stomach. His heart racing, brain turning into a mental soup of confliction, in the grip of silent panic.
"C'mon Niall breath with me...I'm right here Ni. Everything is alright, there is nothing you need to worry about." Harry said soothingly, as he rubbed his hand up and down Niall's arm. They stayed in that position for a few more minutes, before Zayn and Harry could hear the soft snores of Niall.They both exchanged a look, before they let Valac move Niall to the couch with his telekinesis.
When they finally clasped each other in a warm, slow and luxurious hug, they felt all oppositions to their love had melted. Zayn's chests rising and falling against Harry's back, their breaths in unison, and the warm blood that they could feel in each others' embrace. They relaxed on the couch, and melted into each other's arms. The bowl of fire subsituted as a fireplace, and Harry couldn't help but to laugh at the idea. Their fingers inertwinded once again, and Harry loved the feeling of his heart fluttering as Zayn lifted their hands and played with harry's fingers lightly.
He felt warm breath on his neck, then the tender brush of lips. Burning as they make contact with Harry's neck. A hand runs through his long hair, as the kisses become harder and more urgent. Another hand slides around Harry's waist, and pulls him close to Zayn's vanilla and smoke scented body. Zayn's kisses are now on Harry's shoulders and on his jaw. Harry was gasping for air while his shirt was being lifted and thrown away. "Zayn..." He could barely think, even less talk when his chest and abs were being touched and scratched by those delicious hands. "Zayn, babe...Ze. We can't, Niall is sleeping."
"Yes we can." He answered, his voice muffled on Harry's neck where he was nipping and sucking, biting and licking in a delicious yet torturous slow pace. He moved his hands down and opened the button of his pants, along with the zipper, pulling them down, leaving Harry breathless, nervous, only in his boxers and desperate for more.
But it didn't feel right with Niall sleeping just a few feet away so he sat up and grabbed Zayn's hands to stop them from doing anything more.
He whispered softly, "Not here." Zayn bit at his bottom lip before kissing Harry desperately, he needs to touch him so bad. Wants to feel Harry as much as he possibly can, want to make him moan and want to hear it.
Zayn spoke, his voice sounding a bit broken, "I need you."
Harry kissed him hard and Zayn moaned softly into his mouth, fingers digging into his waist. They parted and Harry took in a sharp breath of air, "The bathroom." Zayn nodded then they both got up off the bed and quietly walked towards the small motel bathroom. Both of them in there creates little space for them to move around but Zayn obviously didn't care because he was soon pressing Harry up against the door, hands grazing down his stomach and then latching onto his boxers.
Harry was just simply breathless and he didn't know what to do but take whatever Zayn is giving him.
His mind had completely gone blank when Zayn's warm mouth was suddenly around his cock and he let out a small cry before tugging at his boyfriend soft black hair, shoving his hips forward a bit and biting his lip as Zayn gags around him.
"Please, please Zayn."
His boyfriend pulled off of him and stood up. Soon Harry was being held up by Zayn, his long pale legs wrapped around the lad tan hips while three long fingers thrusts in and out of him at a fast pace. Harry cupped Zayn's face and kissed him, opening his mouth enough for his boyfriend to push his tongue in.
He couldn't stop the moans falling out of his mouth and when Zayn finally pushed into him he cried out the lad's name.
Zayn moved so now Harry is sort of sitting on the sink, his back pressed against the mirror and sweaty hands trying to grip at the porcelain as Zayn fucks into him fast and desperate.
"You feel so good, always so good."
Harry moaned in response and Zayn moved forward just enough for him to grab the back of his boyfriend hair while the other one is scratching at the lad bicep. He's pretty sure they're making enough noise for Niall to hear if he wakes up but Harry is just way too out of it to try to quiet down now.
"I-," he pressed his forehead against Zayn's and closed his eyes. "Come for me babe, I got you." Harry opened his eyes and stared into Zayn's brown ones before titling his head back and cumming. His boyfriend released a few seconds after and Harry panted before kissing Zayn softly. They stayed like that for a few more minutes, before Harry started to complain about being sticky. They got in the shower, and shared more sweet soft kisses, and some long heated ones.
After getting out they went to the couch again. They laid there in their boxers with the cover drapped over them. Harry laying almost fully on top of Zayn, as his boyfrined traced patterns over his back. They looked at eachother in the eyes, and Harry chuckled when Zayn started to lean in. Putting a finger to Zayn's lips, Harry smiled and rested their forheads together. "I love you.." he said softly being even more sure of himself.
The smile that Zayn gives can only be discribed as a ray of sunshine. His eyes crinkled at the sides, and his tongue peaked out between his teeth. Harry smiled back and before he knew what was going on Zayn was kissing him deeply again. "I love you too...so damn much." Zayn said before crashing their lips together again.