It was around 3 in the morning when Zayn heard a loud crash of clouds, he jerked up from the bed, he hated thunders, and judge by the sound of it, it was a huge storm out there, it took so long for Zayn to fall asleep to wake up like this, to one of his biggest fears, the thing in his head was that they are in a huge skyscraper, what if a flash of lightning hit their building? What if the windows break down? He shot a glance at his window, it was so close.

Jumping off the bed, Zayn was debating on what the fuck should he do? With victor in that old house, he would just go to the basement, no windows there, but here? Even the fucking bathroom had windows.

He thought, maybe he can sleep in the living room? At least the couch is far from windows, with that in his mind he took his blanket and his pillow and made his way to the living room, as he was getting comfortable on his bed for the night he heard a huffing sound from the kitchen, it was dark so he thought maybe he just imagined stuff? But then he heard something like a spoon fell on the floor, 'it's probably harry' he thought, but then again if its harry why didn't he turn on the lights? Praying to god that there isn't a murderer in the house, he picked an expensive-looking crystal vase to hit whoever it was in the head and made his way to the kitchen.

With small baby steps, just telling himself not to make a sound, he turned the kitchen lights on, he was about to hit the person in front of him, the person took his wrist just in time.

"Zayn! What the hell!" harry yelled, scared shitless.

"h-harry?" Zayn slowly brought his hand down, looking like he saw a ghost "why didn't you turn on the lights? I thought it's a thief!" or a murderer, he didn't want to make it dramatic though.

"you sure you didn't want to get rid of me?" harry asked with a dry chuckle as he put the vase on the kitchen table to go back to making his honey milk.

"this way would be too messy" Zayn replied, as cold as possible, harry turned around with wide eyes "what else did I expect from a cold-hearted bastard like you?" it was too late, or early, depends on how you look at it, to be hurt.

"I'm not a fucking murderer harry!" Zayn defended himself, he felt like he needed to explain that he won't kill Harry, he couldn't.

Harry didn't say anything, he just hummed and added honey to his glass of warm milk, "you didn't check the date, did you" Zayn asked, breaking the silence, it was just like the old times.

Still harry ignored him, of course, he didn't, it was too dark.

Zayn got up from the chair he was sitting on to check the date, "harry it expired yesterday, don't drink it"

"thank you for your unwanted concern, but it's not spoiled"

"there is a fucking date on it for a reason! Don't drink!" harry didn't know why, but maybe he was enjoying it, maybe he wanted to see how far would Zayn go to stop him from drinking the milk.

Once again harry ignored Zayn and started walking away when Zayn snatched, literally, the glass of Harry's hand and poured it down the sink "now you can go" Zayn said with his hands crossed over his chest as if it was 10 years ago, it wasn't.

With wide eyes, still trying to register what just happened harry started to yell "who the fuck do you think you are?! huh" he came closer, Zayn took a couple of steps back till he hit the sink.

"it was spoiled harry!" Zayn yelled back, wrong move, harry put his palm on his mouth, making sure to look dead in Zayn's eyes "you won't raise your voice at me, never" his voice was rough and dry, just daring Zayn to do anything other than breathing.

"do you know why I didn't turn on the lights wifey? Cuz I have a headache, and with the mess you made, it's getting worse, now what should I do to you at 4 am? Why do you have to be naughty?" he presses his chest to Zayn's, his hand still on his mouth, "what do you need to say?" harry asked as he pulled his hand off, still on Zayn's personal space.

First Zayn took a deep breath, trying to control his heartbeat, "I-I'm sorry, I didn't know you have a headache" he didn't dare to comment on what harry just called him.

Harry crouched down a bit, coming on Zayn's eye level "good boy" he whispered, ghosting his wet lips over Zayn's cheeks, Zayn tried to push him off, but harry took his hands and stopped him "what is it wifey? Am I making you uncomfortable?" harry asked lips over Zayn's ears, he could feel goosebumps rising on his skin before Zayn can answer yes, harry was about to put a small kiss on the corner of Zayn's lips "bad boys don't get kisses" he sounded like he was thinking, Zayn gave him a scared look, "they get bites," Harry said, biting exactly where he was about to kiss.

The bite wasn't that hard, but it was hard enough to shock Zayn to no end, he was numb for a second, and then he started squirming "harry let me go!" Harry smirked and let go, he had enough fun, "I had fun wifey!" Harry said as he made his way to his bedroom "the headache is all gone" and so is the sleep.

He watched as Harry despaired in his bedroom, Zayn wiped his cheeks with the back of his hand, his body was still shaking, with a loud sigh, he walked back to the couch, trying to block the noises of the storm, he turned around so he was facing the window, he was staring at the rain splashing on the thin glass, he was falling asleep when he saw a bird coming closer in the storm, obviously the wind brought the poor thing, he watched in the horror as the bird came closer and closer till it hit the window, Zayn didn't even think twice before he ran to Harry's bedroom, opening the door and closing it, sitting right in front of it and pulling his knees to his chest.

When Zayn started to calm down enough to actually understand his surroundings, he saw the light on the nightstand is on and Harry is looking at him like he is crazy "well it's your second time that you are scaring me! Zayn what the fuck?! You haven't learned to kno-"

"Can I sleep here?" he didn't think twice before he mumbled the words.

"come again?" Harry asked his book in his hand as he was reading in the hope that he can get himself sleepy again.

"there- there is a thunderstorm- I- I'm scared, I-is it ok if I s-sleep here?" Zayn asked from his position on the floor, hot tears running down on his cheeks, he didn't bother to wipe them, they would come again anyway.

"Zayn you are a grown man, act like one for fuck sake!" Harry screamed of frustration, he really didn't know what to do, he was aware of Zayn's fear of thunders, but it was years ago, he thought maybe he have changed.

"Please! I-I'll do anything! There w-was a dead b-bird- I can't-" he was caught by the sound of the lightning again, he whimpered at it, hiding his head in his arms.

"you'll do anything? Nice, so you'll always obey me? Be a good wif -" this time the crash caught Harry, what he didn't see coming was, Zayn having a panic attack right at his door.

"oi, Zayn?" Zayn didn't look up, just kept on crying, Harry closed the book which caused Zayn to flinch at the sound and got up from the bed, he walked to the shaking boy and helped him to the bed, "can't have him passing out now, can we?" he asked  himself, he crawled next to Zayn, picked his book up again and started to read out loud, he didn't know how to get himself tell Zayn sweet stuff so he thought maybe his voice can cover the sound of the storm, and it did, after about 2 minutes of reading, Zayn shifted so he was on top of Harry's body, buried his face in his stomach, Harry knew it wasn't exactly how Zayn wanted to sleep but he was afraid and his mind wasn't probably ordering him to do something more Zayn like, he just needed comfort.

After about 10 minutes like this, Harry was pretty sure that Zayn fell asleep, he was tired himself, so he slowly closed the book and turned the lamp off, he slowly lowered himself so he was laying with Zayn on his chest, it wasn't right, they can't sleep like this.

So he tried his best not to wake Zayn up as he rolled him on the other side of the king-size bed and he turned on his other side, what he didn't expect was to fall asleep instantly, which happened, on the other side of the bed though, Zayn woke up from the loss of contact, and he couldn't help but think of the times that this was Harry's favorite position to sleep and now he wants nothing to do with it.

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