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Harry's POV

I thought I would feel overwhelmed by Zayn's family, or maybe even intimidated. To be honest, to my surprise I feel neither. Somehow, all these people are just as open minded, witty and fun to be around as Zayn. Their playful banter, especially between the siblings is rather amusing. However, his parents are way more chill as Zayn probably would have phrased it, than I expected them to be. It's not like I feared the total abysm, however, maybe a small outburst or shouting regarding Zayn's and my romance. Romance. This word never has appeared in my thoughts, if I wasn't watching a movie. Nevertheless, this is a romance story, in fact, it's my story. Mine and Zayn's, who I might add is my boyfriend. That fact still hasn't settled in with me yet. A week ago, if someone had asked, I would have never ever believed them, if they told me that I'd come home from Paris with a smoking hot, intellectual, charming and alluring boyfriend like Zayn. I would have never imagined to experience all these moments with someone in Paris, feeling like I am living for the first time. Sure, my mates are awesome travel buddies as well, but I don't think there is anyone that could top Zayn and my strolls through Paris. Just thinking of how alive I have felt and still do. How we almost ran right in front of a car and only laughed our asses of, because that's way more fun than freacking out and turning hysterical or even angsty. How Zayn has been the most cocky and arrogant bastard, but within a few more days turned out to be this amazing fairytale prince as well. Just thinking about him and his mesmerizing smile has me grinning as well. Maybe this is what it feels like, being in love with someone?

"Harry", Safaa's voice interrupts my blissful thoughts. Shoot. I literally have forgotten about my current surroundings, blending them out completely.

"I'm sorry, sweetie", I hastily apologize, picking up the doll again, which I probably have dropped a few moments ago, being way to absentminded for sure.
"It's okay, Harry. Even though you are clearly not the best playmate, you are way better than Zayn. He always walks out after a few minutes, even preferring to do the dishes", Safaa explains, neither sounding upset nor hurt, but merely stating facts. She definitely shares the trait with her older brother to always state what is on his mind and just put them words out there, with no euphemisms.

"Does he now?", I ask in disbelief, "you mean he'd rather be boring and do chores instead of having fun with his cute little sister?"

"Unbelievable, I know", Safaa then giggles, "so good that you are here." It's like time flies by, even when playing with dolls. I might have forgotten how energetic kids are, there is always another idea popping into their heads, another adventure to go on.

"I see you two are having fun?", Zayn's voice is making me look up to the door right away. There he is leaning lazily against the doorframe, his hair still wet, signalizing that he has taken a shower, only wearing loose grey sweats and a white tee, the latter contrasting his brown skin immaculately.

"Hey, there", I beam up at him, however I'm not yet getting up, since I don't want to just leave Safaa by herself.

"It's okay, Harry", Safaa's high pitched voice snaps me out of my gazing, "you can go to your boyfriend."

I can only chuckle at that, loving how observant and direct she is.

"Thanks, love. It was nice hanging out with you", I earnestly exclaim, then pressing a little kiss onto her forehead, hoping that I am not crossing a line by doing so, I walk over to Zayn.

"The pleasure was all mine", she giggles brightly and I am literally in awe with her, because she is indeed a wonderful child.

As soon as Zayn and I have reached his room and after he has closed the door, Zayn doesn't waste any time to press me down onto the sheets, putting his body on top of mine. Each of his arms is rested next to my head, in order to not put all of his weight on me. I have wrapped my arms tightly around his waist, pulling him closer so that our fronts are touching as much as possible, leaving only little spaces. His lips find mine soon, tasting them, until I grant him entrance to my mouth, which he gladly accepts. Our tongues dance around one another sweetly, that is until Zayn suddenly bites down on my lower lip, not that much that it could hurt, still I am hissing out, from the little stingy feeling it has evoked. He then presses his lips on mine in a soft and soothing way, before pulling back.