Heal [a Zarry story]

Chapter 40

~Sunday morning~

                       -Harry-

Zayn kept me awake most of the night tossing and turning, settling down around 3:00am.

I woke early, ignoring the fact that I didn't get much sleep, and looking at Zayn while he slept.

I watched him for a bit before I started stroking his hair to wake him up.

He blinked his eyes open slowly, glaring at me. I smiled slightly, leaning forward and giving him an Eskimo kiss.

"What're you doing?" He chuckled sleepily, pushing me away.

I grinned, moving closer to him.

"Happy three weeks." I said, kissing his forehead.

He smiled, his eyes falling closed again.

"Will you stay awake for like, ten minutes?" I complained with a soft chuckle.

"M'awake." Zayn mumbled, barely moving.

"We should celebrate." I suggested, resting my hand on his side. I stroked his skin with my fingertips, causing goosebumps to rise.

"Soon." He answered.

I leaned forward and gently kissed his soft lips, feeling him smile again.

He returned my kiss, and we faded away into a routine of slow, tender kisses one after another.

He pulled me closer, and our kisses deepened.

I nibbled his lower lip, biting and tugging on it when I was given the chance.

Zayn made a noise as if to tell me no, before kissing me again and licking my lower lip.

My lips parted instantly, and I pulled him even closer.

"I love you." I whispered as he pulled me on top of him.

"I love you too, Harry." He chuckled quietly before our lips met again.

Things heated up quickly, and I got rid of his clothing other than his boxers.

He helped me, which sent me the signal that he was up for an early morning shag.

As I kissed his neck, urges and feelings I rarely had shot through me. I didn't know why.

I felt like I had to have him. If I didn't, I wouldn't be capable of functioning for my remaining days here on earth.

I also was feeling...creative.

Zayn grinded up against me, making a low chuckle sail through my lips.

"D'you want to ride?" I breathed, giving special attention to that spot beneath his ear. We'd never done anything like riding before, and I ached for it now.

"Ride where? Thought we were shagging." He whispered, playing with my hair.

I leaned back and looked at his frown, realising he was serious.

"Me. D'you want to like, ride me?" I asked, watching his cheeks turn red.

I grinned at the sight, pleased that I still had the ability to make him do that.

He appeared to be struggling with his answer, so I pressed my lips against his.

My kisses trailed to his neck, then jaw.

I grinded down against him, using every bit of strength in my hips.

He moaned directly into my ear, his hot breath afterwards like the cherry on top of a sundae.