After some walking around the neighborhood to clear his head from everything went down this morning, Zayn found himself in front of a pharmacy, he rubbed his eyes, debating if he should go in, was it a good idea? Where is he gonna hide them?

It was a struggle, but he finally walked in, he decided to buy some other stuff too, he couldn't just go home with his own pills, right?

Wait, home? Since when he calls it his home too? Whatever.

So he did just that, a pack of condoms, some aspirin for Harry too, he was too drunk to recover by himself.

It was a bit hard to find his way back, he was too lost in thoughts when he started walking that he didn't even notice where he is going, finding that pharmacy was just out of luck, since when he is getting lucky though?

With all the huffing and puffing and nagging in his head about being so.... clumsy? he made it back to the apartment, thankfully he had keys with him.

Seemed like all the stars were aligned cuz Harry was still sleeping peacefully, well... not too peaceful, he looked in pain, probably a headache, but still, he didn't have to explain anything, so he quietly hid his pills, promising himself to only use them if he really had to.

It was half-past 10, he was getting hungry, which was weird, he doesn't remember the last time he felt this way, like seriously, he needed to cook.

And again, Harry would probably wake up hangover, so some food wouldn't hurt, pancake was definitely a good choice.

So he got started with that, but not before making some tea.

He had this habit, whatever he wants to do, he must have music around, if no music, well, he could sing.

Voice of an angle really, but he was too shy to show people his talent, he rather keeps it to himself, well, he used to sing for Harry. No wait, Harry used to poke him in the side till he had to give up and sing, he smiled at the memory.

He turned around to look if there is any sign of Harry, no, he was still sleeping, so he cleared his throat, and quietly mumbled one of the songs he wrote years ago, he named it 'It's YoU' he didn't put much thought in it, his hands were working their magic, so was his mouth... that came out wrong? Whatever, that's what Harry thought when he saw him singing again, magic mouth.... In every aspect.

So Harry thought he is dreaming, obviously, after 10 years of waking up from a dream of your ex singing in the kitchen, he refused to believe what he was hearing, it was more like a whisper, but it was enough to give him the will power to get up from bed, despite the headbanging, it was like someone was punching his brain, his eyes went blurry for a couple of seconds, he had to steady himself before he followed the sound, he stood good 10 meters away from the kitchen, he wanted to get closer, but he was afraid Zayn would stop if he knew Harry was listening, too shy for his good.

From where he was standing, he admired everything about the boy, from the way it was obvious that he is doing everything subconsciously, to the little lip-leaking he did when his lips went dry from singing or the way his hair would block his view and he would angrily tuck it behind an ear, but he felt like a creep standing there like a statue, he didn't want to destroy the mood or insult him, but he couldn't stop himself from "good morning wifey!" it was almost unavoidable.

His voice was a little too rough, talking about husky morning voice here, it scared Zayn, sure, hell, it scared the living shit out of him, but, it was sexy and he really didn't want to admit that.

So... the gasp that came out of him, was from being scared and h o r n y, "don't do that Harry!"

"do what?" Harry asked, walking to the kitchen, "it smells so good here, wow."

"you scared me!" Zayn tried to glare, he wasn't that mad, so it didn't really work.

"not my fault, you were too lost in singing," Harry smirked, pretty damn sure that Zayn didn't want him to hear that.

"fucking stalker," Zayn mumbled.

"what was that?" Harry asked, suddenly too serious.

Zayn blushed under his gaze, "I... uh.... Nothing!" then he turned around to attend to his pancakes, Harry hummed, but he heard Zayn curse, and well his ass was towards Harry, like begging to be punished you know, so he did what every bit of his body screamed to him to do, he delivered a hard spank with his hand to Zayn's bum, it hurt his own hand, then again they had sex just last night, it probably hurt Zayn too, like a lot.

He didn't say anything though, he just gasped out of surprise, but he knew it was for cursing, so he just accepted it, he knew there was nothing else he could do.

It was only one spank, not that bad anyway.

Zayn didn't know that it was a good thing that Harry is not talking about the morning incident or bad, he didn't want to have to go through the whole 'why you left?' thing again, like ever again, but Harry seemed pretty messed up, it wasn't healthy to ignore it like that.

He rolled his eyes at his thoughts, since when anything about this relationship was healthy?

'Fuck it' Zayn thought, he can't just ignore it, "how's your hand?"

Harry forgot to breathe a second, he had a blurry vision of what happened, but he really hoped he didn't have to go through the whole counseling shit... he huffed, his knuckles hurt a bit, not too bad, "it's fine." He finally managed to voice out.

"I bought some aspirin if your head hurts." Zayn cursed himself for mentioning the 'buying' thing, why couldn't he just bring the aspirin, ugh.

"you went out?" Harry frowned.

"um.... Yeah... figured you'll need something for your headache." He tried to sound convincing.

"so..." Harry got closer to him, close enough that Zayn could feel the warmth of his body, "what else you bought?"

Zayn knew he can't lie, it was impossible, "condoms too." He answered he didn't lie, just not the whole truth.

Wow.... That was all that was going through Harry's head, wow... does that mean he wants to stay? Harry smirked at that thought, HE IS STAYING, not so ugly after all.

"you naughty, naughty boy, was it that good huh?" trying to refer to the night before.

"you did come for 20 seconds straight." Zayn sassed, smirking.

Harry chuckled, putting his hand on Zayn's face, inching him closer, "you think you can be that good for me again?" he asked, pushing his chest to meet Zayn's, he was pretty sure Zayn could hear his heartbeat.

"We should probably give it a shot." Zayn breathed out, forgetting how nervous he was.

Without any more flirting, Harry kissed Zayn, thinking it might slow down his heartbeat, but boy, it was all new again.

At the smell of burnt pancakes, Zayn gasped, pulling away, "my pancakes!" he cried, rushing to save them.

When he turned off the heat, he checked them, hmm, not too bad, he gave Harry a puppy look, "it's edible."

Harry couldn't take it, he just burst out laughing, Zayn blushed at that, he was too gone to remember he was cooking, not good.

"let's eat then." Harry said, dimples lighting up his smile, that smile made him feel warm and fuzzy, nothing like the morning, but which one was real? Which one was reliable? 

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hello beautiful people, look who's back... yeah ik im not the best, but you are, so forgive me.

just saw a comment about 'romanticizing abuse' this fic is not about that, there was nothing romantic about what happened to zayn with victor, or the stuff with harry, it was pure anger, nothing romantic about it, just putting that out there.

thanks for resading guys.