1 week later:

Zayn wakes up in the morning as the golden sun rays hit his face. He smiles when he realizes that it's been a week since he has been staying here at Harry's place.

He looks at the wall clock and it's only 6:15 AM. So he stretches a bit and turns to his left side only to find a sleeping Harry, snoring lightly. He smiles again.

The sun rays making him look more angelic than ever.

What? Zayn, you did not just call your best friend angelic.

Shut the fuck up, mind.

Zayn groans but shuts up immediately when Harry unconsciously comes closer to him and cuddles into his chest. Burying his face into his t-shirt clothed chest.

Zayn smiles and softly places a kiss on his curls so that he won't wake Harry up.

Gently, he wraps an around his slender waist and closes his eyes in content. Like he has been doing for a week now.

He remembers the first morning he woke up when he felt somebody cuddled up to his chest. Only to find it was Harry. At first he was skeptical about waking him up or not but he ended up cuddling him.

He felt weird about it first but fuck it. They have a baby together for God's sake, a cuddle won't hurt.

So that's what he has been doing for a week. Everyday around 6 AM, he would find Harry cuddled up to his chest, he would cuddle him back and around 7:30 AM When it'll be the time for Harry to wake up, he would detach himself from the curly haired lad and go to Aleeza's room to wake her up.

They eat breakfast afterwards and after that, Harry leaves for work. Harry stays at home, taking care of Aleeza because well, he's on his leave. He's also excited about the fact that he's gonna join the school in 3days. Then Harry would come back nearly at 7 PM and they both would make the dinner together and then put Aleeza to sleep. After that, Harry and he would watch Zayn's favourite movies from the last 8 years of his lost memory and yeah, it's peaceful. Calming.

Zayn would like to think, they make a perfectly family.

Except, when Shawn shows up everyday at breakfast to see Aleeza before leaving for work.

Yeah, that's the only time he doesn't like being in this apartment, because that's when Harry's full attention is on Shawn.

Zayn doesn't like it even a bit.

But he doesn't say it.

Just quietly tolerates the man who's name he has come to know is Shawn Fucking Mendes.

Zayn clench his jaw when he remembers that he has to see Shawn today again.

He doesn't know when his grip on Harry's waist tightened, making Harry whimper a bit in his sleep. He instantly looses his grip and rubs the spot to soothe the pain.

He hopes he hasn't woken Harry up but he is proven wrong when Harry pulls away a bit with a little pout and squints his eyes open to look at Zayn.

Zayn panics.

What if Harry hates him now? What if he has made Harry uncomfortable? What if Harry wants him to leave now?

"Zayn?" Harry whispers in a groggy voice and God, why does it sound so.... So sexy?

Zayn Javadd Malik, you did not just call your best friend's voice sexy.

Shut up mind. Stop getting all sarcastic on me, yeah?

"Zayn?" Zayn's trail of thoughts broke when Harry calls for him again.

He looks down at him. He looks cute with sleepy eyes and messy bed hair.

His eyes then unconsciously travels down to his slightly pouty lips and he doesn't know why he suddenly feels this urge to touch those lips with his own.

"Ye-yeah?" Zayn whispers, still looking at his pink lips. Their hands still on each other's waist.

"What's the time?" Harry asks sleepily but doesn't pull away.

Zayn thinks, maybe they used to cuddle in the mornings before.

He looks at his face again and God, why he never realized that Harry is so beautiful?

"It-it's-" his voice catches in his throat when he finds himself leaning in.

Just one kiss. He thinks to himself.

One kiss wouldn't hurt, right? They have Aleeza together, means they had sex.

One kiss wouldn't hurt.

He assures himself as he leans in more.

He's so close, that he could smell the mild scent of Harry's baby shampoo. Could smell the vanilla lotion on him.

And it isn't helping him either that Harry looks so innocent.

So he doesn't think about it when he leans in more and softly presses his lips on Harry's.

He also doesn't think about it when Harry tenses under him and grips his waist tight.

Everything is silent, except for their breathing.

So silent.

Neither Zayn nor Harry moves away from where they are for a while.

He feels Harry slowly relaxing under him and that finally gives him the confidence to take things further.

He slowly pecks his lips before sucking on his bottom lip. He smiles when he feels Harry shiver and slowly moving his hands from his waist to up his back.

He smiles more when he feels Harry kissing him back slowly.

God, if kissing Harry feels like this, then he never wants to spend a second without kissing him.

Because it feels so good.

So fucking good.

He moans when his tongue touches Harry's. And just like that, he's on his back.

Not in a seductive way.

It takes a second for him to realize that Harry, in fact, just pushed him away while they were kissing.

He opens his eyes to see Harry sitting up on his bed abruptly, looking at anywhere but Zayn.

"Haz?" Zayn asks in confusion, lying in the same position.

"I-I am go-gona go ch-check on Al." Harry says getting up quickly from the bed.

"Har-?"

"Co-could you maybe make the breakfast? I gotta leave early for work today." Harry quickly cuts him off, looking down at the floor like he is searching for something.

"Okay." Zayn whispers.

"Thanks." Harry mumbles. "I'll go, check on Aleeza."

Zayn nods and just like that Harry is out of the door.

Zayn lays there for a while in silence before turning around and pressing his face into the pillow.

He groans into it.

What the fuck just happened? He asks his mind, frustrated.

Oh nothing, you were just having one of the best kisses of your life with your husband and he pushed you away.

Shut the fuck up mind. I am already stressed.

Well, then go and ask Harry what happened instead of groaning into the pillow.

I think you are right.

I am always right, duh!

Shut up.

Zayn groans again.

Maybe this time his mind is telling him the right thing? Maybe it's the time he should ask Harry what happened just now?

But the thing is, will he get his answers this time?

************

So my best friend is back.

*Giving you the worst cuddle of the world while glaring at you*

I am still mad at you, Pushpa.

Sex_Fiend thanks for being there for me and for being such a lovely friend. I love you to bits and pieces babe. Never change. ❤

Also, sorry for not updating yesterday.

I love/loce you all. xxx