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Harry woke up early the next morning, with a lazy smile on his face.

The Raven haired lad's arm was holding Harry securely. The brunette turned his head to see his lover sleeping.

He chuckled at the snoring Zayn. He looks so adorable, how can such a sweet guy do such things?.

You know what Harry, you should stop thinking about 'such things Zayn do' the brunette reminded himself.

It will sound crazy as fuck but Harry felt really secure in the arms of the psychopath. He looked at Zayn's face with so much love, studying his beautiful features.

He had such long jet black eye lashes, every girl dreams of. How does he even exist?

He's ethereal

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"You done staring like a creep? "

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Zayn asked chuckling, Harry's cheeks turned crimson red. He looked away immediately making Zayn laugh more harder.

Harry gasped when Zayn pulled him more into him, holding his tightly. He could feel the younger lad's breath on his neck.

"I know I'm beautiful you can stare at me"  Harry rolled his eyes at the cheeky-ness of the other lad. He turned towards Zayn facing him now.

"Have anyone told you how cheeky you are? "

"No. I'm not cheeky to anyone, just with you"

"Just with me? That makes me special? "

"tu as toujours été spécial"
You always have been special.

"Stop with the French thing come on" Harry said pushing Zayn chest. Zayn raises his eyebrows sticking his tongue out.

"vous êtes belle... "
You are beautiful

"Mr. Malik I said stop"

"un chaton si idiot"
Such a silly kitten

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"oh petit idiot, tu pensais que je ne connaissais pas le français. Arrête d'être si mignon maintenant, enlève tes mains"

oh little idiot, you thought i didn't know french. Stop being so cute now, take your hands off

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Harry pushed Zayn off and went out of bed with a playful smirk. Zayn sticked his tongue out again, Harry made a funny face at him.

"Stupid "

"Asshole"

"Brat"

"Pussy"

"Dumbass"

"I'll be in my room... "

"Is that an invitation for me, mon chéri? " Zayn asked with a huge smirk on display.

"It might be "

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Breakfast was amazing. All four on them sat on the table and was chatting their ass out. Harry agreed to make dinner today.

Zayn introduced his dogs too Harry, they kinda like him so much. The brunette never thought one day he would pet the killer dogs of Mr. Zayn fucking Malik.

Well life is just full of miracles.

"Hey Zee... "

"Ya babeh? " Zayn said making Harry blush like crazy again. He kinda liked when Zayn called him that maybe too much. Both were at the kitchen cooking something.

"Why are you blushing so much? I didn't even say anything... "

"Oh shut up" Harry said walking away, but Zayn immediately pulled him back towards him. Harry chuckled trying to avoid Zayn's heated glare.

"What are you—WOAH" The brunette gasped when Zayn hosted him up, placing him on the counter. That mysterious hazel eyes not leaving his emerald ones.

Is Harry happy? Yes...

Is he in love?  Yes

Is Zayn happy? Yes

Is Zayn in love? ....

Harry's psychological side wanted to some things to himself. But he's just pushing them away, just like Wan said enjoy the present time.

Love is Divine...

But obsession is deadly, Harry was telling himself to stop thinking that Zayn has an obsession with him.

Not the fact that he didn't like it. But that little thing could kill everyone around him.

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"What the fuck are you thinking to much Mr. Styles? " Zayn said snapping Harry out of his thoughts, intertwining their hands.

"Nothing... "

"Don't lie to me babeh..... "

"I don't know... Alright? It's just ... What are.. What are we Zayn!? "  He asked holding Zayn's hands more tightly.

"Listen Harry, I... Maybe I can't treat you like other guys or girls treat you. I won't be enough for you... I- I don't know why you are still holding onto me.. I just wanted to say..

I don't know what we are, but it's something beautiful. But this heart, this cold worthless heart beats for you, it isn't too much but —"

Harry shushed him by whispering a kiss me that's all I want. Zayn gladly granted his wish. Kissing Harry like his life depends on it.

The brunette's hands were around Zayn's neck holding him in place. While Zayn's were on under his shirt. Feeling his cold skin.

Zayn pulled away just to take a look at Harry who looked at him with so much love. It was enough to make his heart flutter.

"Come on kiss me again you fool"

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"Hmm.... " Harry hummed into their heated kiss, gripping Zayn's hair tightly. Zayn smirked enjoying the fact that the brunette wants more.

He bit Harry's pink lips, Harry opened his mouth letting the other lad's tongue in to explore him.

Both moved in sync none of them planning to pull back. But Zayn did pull back just to breathe a bit and attached his lips to his beautiful lover again.

Harry's lip were sure swollen. But they were enjoying every minute of it. Wait, I meant every second of it.

The brunette opened his legs, trapping Zayn inside. The Raven haired man's hands were on his thick but slim thighs now, Harry was sure he was getting hard.

Zayn smirked pulling away, then attacking Harry's neck with his lips. Harry let out a cute little moan making Zayn go crazy.

He kept kissing him, biting him gently. Leaving some little marks. Harry was in pure bliss he closed his eyes enjoying the younger lad's lips on his neck.

"Ahh... Z—" The brunette immediately moaned , his cheeks turning more red if that was possible when Zayn found his sweet spot. He nibbled on that spot sucking a beautiful love mark there.

He was marking him as his.... Harry whimpered pulling Zayn away. Both started to pant hard. Zayn's eyes we're looking at his eyes but immediately travelling to his lips again.

Harry smirked saying  "I see you are not wasting any time to get in my pants Mr. Malik"

"How can I resist when I have such a God damn meal in front of me " Zayn said lowly in a sexy voice of his making Harry gulp.

Zayn's fingers were touching Harry's face like it was the softest thing on earth.

"Well for your note you are never gonna get in my pants No means No" Zayn chuckled biting his lips looking straight into Harry's eyes.

"So are you trying to say you won't let me fuck you? "

" Who talked about fucking here? " Harry asked making Zayn groan. He leaned towards Harry's ears and whispered sinfully.

"You sure you don't want this big cock babeh? "

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"You sure you won't beg for me to fuck you up, to fill you up with my seeds one day? "

Harry moaned, he doesn't know why God gave Zayn such a sexy voice with a motherfucking hot accent.

"Your little sinful mouth is saying no, but your body is saying otherwise" Harry moaned again when Zayn attached his lips to his sweet spot.

" We are not even boyfriends yet ass hole"

"So you wanna be my boyfriend? "

"Ask me nicely.... "

"Um wanna be my boyfriend? I don't know how else to ask that"

"Dumbass " Harry said huffing get to down and walking back to his room leaving Zayn with a hard on.

The Raven haired lad scratched his head chuckling. He wanted to go and paint again, let's see if he could get Harry join him.

And he should ask Wan or Ben for some relationship advise.

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Boom lmao are we moving too fast people??? Thoughts on his chapter?