Harry's POV:

I reached over to brush a lock of hair out of Zayn's eyes as he slept. He moved a little and I stopped, not wanting to wake him but he just sighed softly and snuggled deeper into the bed.

I picked my golden watch from the table beside our bed, it was nearly three in the morning.

I'd been waking up a lot lately during the night, for no clear reason. Sometimes for a couple of minutes, and some other times 'till morning.

I watched Zayn sleeping like an angel, while playing with my ring on my right hand, and saw a smile on his lips and I wondered what he was dreaming. I was glad that whatever it was, at least made him smile in his sleep.

His waking hours were filled with enough dark thoughts and I hated the thought that these might be intruding into his sleeping hours.

I moved slightly to get more comfortable, knowing that sleep was going to elude for me for some time.

My movements must had disturbed Zayn as his eyelids flutter slightly and I watched as his hand reached out looking for mine. I let him find it and heard a contented sigh escape from him as he lets sleep overcame him once again.

That lock of dark hair fell over his face again and I really restrained myself from reaching out and pushing it back off his face.

I studied his sleeping form; watching the rise and fall of his chest and I thought how lucky I was to have this man as my fiance. I knew I had a silly grin on my face when I thought about those words, I just couldn't help it.

It was something that I never thought would happen - that I would find someone who was prepared to commit to me like this; to enter into a relationship where nothing is certain, and the future is completely unknown.

But Zayn was.

I remembered one month ago, I told him, "I wanna run away with you Zayn, I do not care about anything but being with you."

And he simply smiled at me, put his hands on my cheeks and said, "To the end of the world."

He said them with such certainty, no hesitation in his voice and the love that shone from his eyes left me in no doubt that this was the man I was destined to spend the rest of my life with.

'The rest of my life' ...usually when those words came into my head I pushed them away. I never ever imagined me committing to someone, let alone a man; let alone a servant.

I let myself imagine what Zayn will be like in 15 years or so, I'm sure he'd be just as beautiful. With some grey hair in his dark locks and with some wrinkles. I'd still fall for this boy.

I knew he was so worried about us after leaving the castle, so I was sure to make all his fears disappear; I proposed to him.

It took me a month of chopping trees to buy two cheap rings, but his face when I bent down on one knee and said the magic words, "Will you marry me, Zayn?" Was just the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen, especially when he screamed "Yes!"

My thoughts were cut when I felt the bed move as Zayn kicked the blanket off, exposing more of his body to me.

He reached up and pushed that lock of hair that had been tempting me for so long off his face and his hand let go of mine, but only for a moment, until he found a more comfortable position and then his grip tightened again.

I desperately wanted to wake him, to make love to him.

We hadn't made love yet, and living with him was no good to my health, because I always had a constant need to attack him with my kisses, or a boner to carry around whenever he bend down or does something cute; like literally anything.

I don't know why I waited, I guess I wanted him to warm up to me more and feel comfortable being in the same bed as me.

I shivered slightly, not sure if it was from the chill of the early morning air or the thoughts that were filling my mind. I ran my hand over my eyes and I was surprised to find my face wet. What's happening to me?

Zayn moved beside me, turning to face me and I reached down and ran my fingers down his cheek. He didn't waken so I bent down and ran my tongue over his lips.

I heard a soft sigh from him and his eyes opened, still unfocused from sleep and then the light that always appeared when he looked at me came into them. He brought his hands up, cupping my face and looked deeply into my eyes.

SMUT BEGINS *Dum Dum*
SOo detailed . You've been warned.

I leaned in and began to kiss him deeply, letting my tongue explore his mouth. His soft moans echoed through my mouth and went all the way to my rock hard dick. I felt him lift his hands and run his fingers through my hair, pulling me closer.

I pushed him onto his back and pinned his arms to his sides and began kissing down his neck, nipping at it, leaving my mark on his slightly tan skin. I kissed my way down his chest until I reached his nipples.

I took one into my mouth and nibbled and bit at it, making it rock hard before moving onto the other. I could hear his moans get louder as he tried to free himself from my grasp.

I let go of his arms and worked my way further down his body, kissing and licking and tasting every part of him, watching as the sweat began to glisten on his skin in the soft morning light.

I reached his beautiful dick and ran my tongue over the head, tasting the pre-cum that had gathered there before taking his balls into my mouth and sucking on them slowly.

I felt the bed move as Zayn sat up, his hands reaching out for me and I felt his fingers digging into my shoulders as I continued to lavish attention on his balls. I began kissing and licking along the length of his cock before taking it into my mouth and sucking on it deeply.

It was my first time doing this, but hearing his moans that now turned to gasps; was so satisfying.

His fingers digging harder and harder into my flesh as I took him deeper and deeper into my mouth, hollowing out my cheeks and I heard him scream out my name as he came, shooting load after load of come into my mouth. I held him tightly, keeping his cock in my mouth, wanting to taste every bit of him.

I felt his body begin to relax as I crawled up the bed and looked down at him. His eyes were glazed and I moved on top of him, his still sweat covered body against every part of mine and I rubbed myself against him and felt his cock spring back to life.

I watched as his eyes opened and the lust that was in them took my breath away. I covered his mouth with mine again, exploring it with my tongue and I sensed rather than heard his whimpers and knew I had to take him now.

I sat up and pushed him onto his stomach more roughly and fastly than I intended but I just couldn't contain myself anymore, and I heard his surprised cry.

"Zayn, are you alright?" I asked softly.

He hesitated, then asked "Harry, what are you going to do?"

And I couldn't help it. I just burst out laughing. "You don't know?" I was kinda insane asking him that.

He shook his head, and I bent down to whisper in his ear,

"Do you remember the night you came to my room, begging me to fuck you?" I nipped at his ear lobe, and heard his throaty groan.

"Well baby, I'm gonna do just that." Zayn moaned again. And I smirked.

I began to kiss down his spine at the same time running my hands over his delicious body. I reached his ass and parted his cheeks slightly and ran my tongue up his crack and Zayn almost jumped off the bed.

I gave him a nudge, "Baby, up to your knees." He did while his hands reached for the headboard. I guided a finger into him and he turned his head around, his eyes pleading, for me to stop, or for more.

I entered another, and then a third; opening him up more and more, I saw his knuckles were white as he gripped the headboard tighter, pushing himself back onto my fingers and I knew he was ready for me.

I withdraw my fingers, holding onto him to stop him from falling forward. I pulled him to me and guided myself into him. I heard him wince from the initial pain, "The pain will go away love, and then you'll feel good, trust me Zaynie." I assured him and felt his body relaxing against mine.

"I trust.. ah.. you Harry." He breathed.

I ran my hands down his chest, pinching gently his already rock nipples, then further down until I reached his dick. I ran my thumb over the head, before taking it into my hand and squeezing it gently.

He reached around; threading his fingers through my hair and pulled me to him. He bit gently on my lips then forced my mouth open, sucking my tongue into his.

"Zayn.." I moaned loudly.

I stopped moving and grabbed his hips to stop myself from falling as he continued to work his magic on my mouth, bringing me closer and closer to losing all control.

Our mouths parted and we both groaned loudly from the loss of contact. I turnned my attention back to his dick, running my hand slowly up and down and was rewarded by the moans of pleasure coming from him.

He brought his hands around and grabbed a hold of my hips, trying to push me deeper and deeper into him and I picked up my pace, managing to hit his prostate time after time, while continuing to pump his cock in rhythm with my thrusts.

I heared him yelling my name, telling me to go harder, faster as I continued to slam into him, bringing us closer and closer.

I never imagined I would have Zayn screaming my name under me. That tbought alone made me lose it.

Then it happened, we came together, his warm come shooting over my hand as I exploded.

We collapsed onto the bed; my body wrapped around his, holding him tight until I felt him relax and my own body stopped trembling. I lied on my back and he snuggled up to me, his head resting on my chest. And I felt like in heaven.

I wrapped my arms around him, holding him close and I listened as his breathing eventually became steady and slow, until I knew once again he was asleep.

I wanted to tell him at this moment that I was worried, I was worried about him. I was worried about my mother and sister. I was worried about my kingdom. What will happen without me and my father now?

In the past mouth, I knew Zayn saw me as this strong and capable man, and I didn't want to dash that illusion for him. But I knew that he was way and I mean way stronger than I would ever be.

He let me into his heart, and I didn't think anyone knows just how much courage it took for him to do that.

All he really needed to know was that I love him more than life itself. I will love him until my last breath leaves my body and beyond even that.

I reached for his hand and wrapped my fingers in his and closed my eyes; my last thought before I let sleep overtook me was that I had loved and had been loved more than most people could achieve in a lifetime and for that I will always be eternally grateful.

I lift Zayn's hand to my lips, pressing a kiss to his small fingers. Pulled the covers over our bodies and drifted to sleep.

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A/N: Heyy guys did you miss me? Here's your smut. It was the longest chapter I've ever written. I hope you liked it. My friend helped me w/ it actually. But I wrote it for the most part.

I hope it wasn't a disappointment to you. *was listenting to Halsey - New Americana while writing*

Anyhoo, Happy Halloween guys and Happy 3 years of last 1D OT4 concert in Sheffield and oh well Happy Larry hug 💚💙

Love y'all and see you in another bonus chap :)

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