Harry knew it was the last moments of his sleep when he felt the sun is stabbing his eyes to wake him up, he turned to his side to block the sun, but he felt hot breath hitting his face.

Opening his eyes, he was met with the wet snout of Sammy, who was looking at him innocently waiting for him to finally get up.

The second the puppy sensed Harry is awake, he barked and licked his face, "good morning to you too Sammy," Harry mumbled sleepily trying to move away from the wet tongue.

The only way to get Sammy to let him go was to throw a ball for him to catch, so Harry reached for the ball he had on the nightstand and threw it for Sammy. The second he was out, Harry walked to the shower to do his routine.

He knew Zayn is making breakfast, the smell itself was making him hungry.

When he was done, he opened the door to see Sammy waiting patiently out the door with the ball. Ready to play.

They played all the way to the kitchen.

"Did he wake you up?" Zayn smiled when he saw Harry looked still sleepy after good 9 hours of sleep.

"it's the sun's fault, not him." Harry huffed and sat on the dining table.

"you need thicker curtains," Zayn said as he poured coffee for them.

"I didn't need a bedroom a couple of months ago man."

Zayn knew he was talking about his insomnia, it was better if he didn't comment on the situation, he didn't want to open the old wounds, so he just planted a kiss on Harry's head and gave him his cup.

As they were eating the pancakes, Harry spoke up, "we need to go shopping,"

Zayn frowned, "for what?"

"new clothes, some toys-"

"we were shopping for him yesterday though." They honestly don't need anything else at the moment.

But the thing is, with Harry now, it's not the need that takes him shopping, it's boredom.

"yeah, but shopping is fun, and our clothes are getting old."

To be honest, Zayn was tired and he really wanted to stay home, but he didn't want to let Harry down, so he just smiled and nodded.

Harry smiled back and sliced a piece of his pancake, ready to give some to Sammy who was giving him those big innocent blue eyes.

"Harry! Don't!" Zayn panicked.

"why not? He wants some."

"He eats everything you give him, he can't eat our food." Zayn tried to reason with Harry,

"oh," Harry smiled at the dog and ate the piece himself, "sorry Sammy."

Zayn shook his head, it was nice to be around the warmth of Harry and Sammy after feeling almost dead for so long, he felt alive.

"I'll do the dishes, you go get ready," Harry offered when they were done with breakfast.

When Harry was sure Zayn was out of the eyeshot, he picked his plate, there were some small pancake pieces and syrup on it, and with a smile, he offered it to Sammy, who licked away happily.

And when he was done, he bolted out of the kitchen like he wanted to tell Zayn what happened.

It's been two hours since they were shopping, and well, they bought everything they slightly liked.

For example, when Harry saw Zayn is looking at a shirt for more than 10 seconds, he would just pick it for him.

Sometimes he would pick a matching one for himself too.

So yeah their hands were full.

And their stomachs were empty.

"I'm hungry," Harry announced, putting his hand on his tummy to emphasize his point.

"When are you not?" Zayn laughed, it was true, in every situation Harry had enough space in his stomach to add more food.

"When I'm eating you!" Harry smirked and bit Zayn's cheek, ignoring the fact that they were in public, Sammy barked at the affection between them, he nudged his head to Harry's legs to get kisses too.

"you have no shame, god." Zayn was blushing, some girls turned to look at them, not judging way, they were giggling at the scene in front of them.

"imma go buy something for us to eat, wait here for me, yeah?" Harry whispered down Zayn's neck as he gave another bite there.

Zayn was speechless, he wasn't used to this kind of action in public, so he just nodded and sat on a bench near to him.

Keeping Sammy from running around wasn't that hard, he just played with his stuffie rabbit.

Maybe a minute after Harry was gone, Zayn felt a strong gaze on him, he looked up and around, then he saw him.

Victor.

Looking at him the same way he used to look at him when he wanted to punish him.

Zayn promised he would stay and wait for Harry, so he didn't move from his spot, he just ignored the guy praying he would be gone before Harry comes back.

But Victor was too stupid, he walked to Zayn, feeling a lot of emotions, anger, loss, regret.

"so as long as he buys you stuff you spread your legs for him, figured." He started with an insult, as always.

Zayn stayed quiet, head still down, not wanting to even see his face anymore.

"What? Did he tell you not to talk to me? Are you his slave now? And as long as he pays you to do as he says?"

"look who is here, you sold your husband for fuck sake, who are you to talk?" he finally said, having enough, he was confident, he knew nothing could happen when there are people around them.

"as if you are sad about it, looks like money is making you happy enough, you gold digger basta-"

"what the fuck is going on here?" Harry came back out of nowhere, Zayn didn't even see him getting close to them. He was too focused on winning the conversation to acknowledge his surroundings.

Instantly, Harry went on defensive mode, he stood in front of Zayn, looking down at Victor who was a couple of inches shorter than Harry.

"do I need to call the cops?" he didn't even look at Zayn, he just kept him behind himself.

"fuck you, you'll never be happy with a thirsty bastard like him!"

Harry couldn't punch him, as much as he wanted to, so he pulled his phone out, calling 911.

Victor thought he is just trying to scare him, but the second he saw Harry actually dialing the numbers, he flew out.

"stupid fucker, what did he te-" Harry couldn't finish his words, he turned around to see Zayn sitting back down on the bench, white as a ghost, clutching on his chest, breathing shallow, it scared the hell out of Harry.

"hey, hey, breathe for me, it's ok, he is gone." Harry sat next to him, massaging Zayn's back, kissing his cheeks.

He opened a water bottle and gave it to Zayn, "he is a monster," Zayn finally said after he felt his body is back in rhythm.

He took small sips of water and Harry gave him time, "I am too," Harry said as if he was deep in thoughts, Zayn was ready to defend him and say they have nothing in common when Harry spoke up again, "well, my dick is."

Zayn stared at him to see if he is serious right now or not, then he started laughing so hard that his cheeks hurt.

"what the fuck Harry?" he slapped Harry's arm.

"am I wrong though?"

"narcissistic," Zayn shook his head, he started walking to the pet store he saw before everything goes down.

But Harry had other ideas, "I saw a very interesting store on the second floor,"

Zayn hummed for him to continue, "it's nice, we should check it out,"

It was weird, why he doesn't say what's in the shop?

"let's go now," he didn't wait for Zayn, he just took his hand and dragged him there.

The store was somewhere in the corner of the mall. Somewhere you wouldn't find it if you didn't know where to look for it.

"a sex shop?" Zayn questioned smirking with his arms crossed over his chest.

"yep! I wanna buy some toys-"

"I thought you meant toys for Sammy-"

"no toys for me to play with you! come on!"

They ended up buying two different colors of the same 9-inch dildo cuz they couldn't decide which color is better, and a magic wand, a prostate massager, and a flashlight.

Zayn was feeling a bit giddy from all the things Harry suggested, he would ask which one Zayn wants, he would let him choose what he was comfortable with.

Harry just wanted to go home and use them all on Zayn, he wanted to make him happy in so many ways.

And there was nothing in the world that could take the happiness away from them.

Or so he thought.

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hey guys, sorry for the wait.

I'm trying to update my other books too and its new year for us.

do I sound like I'm making excuses? sorry!

it's our new year so for give me?

thanks for reading!

love ya!