Zayn is depressed and all he wants to do is have sex and smoke, in the sane vibe/mindset as "how high feel"
"Wake up!" Whined an annoyed Zayn for what felt like the nth time.
"Mmh let me sleep!" Replied his boyfriend groggily.
"But Haz I need it!" He groaned, starting to get fidgety.
"Not again?! We did it 6 times already last night!" Exclaimed the brunette, his eyes wide.
"Okay, okay. Go back to sleep, m'sorry." He finally said, kissing his boyfriend's cheek before getting out of the bed and stepping out on the balcony connected to their room.
Harry sighed, rubbing the sleep off his eyes before he sat up with a frustrated groan.
"What happened to all my irresistibleness? How is it that we're not enough anymore? 6 rounds and he still wants more?? How?!"
He cried, looking at his tired member trapped under his briefs. He sighed once again before deciding to go join Zayn on the balcony.
The tall man wisely decided to take a plaid before doing so, because he knew that the nights were chilly and he didn't want his boyfriend to catch a cold.
"Hey!" Greeted Harry before sitting down next to the raven haired man.
"Hi. You could have went back to sleep babe you have work in the morning." Sighed Zayn with an apologetic look as he took another puff from hi-
"Why are you smoking?!" Exclaimed the brunette once his brain processed it.
"Just needed it." Shrugged the other man.
"You know what? You are right I'm going to go back inside. Use it I don't want you to get sick." He muttered, throwing the fluffy cover next to his boyfriend after he got up.
"Thank you Haz." Zayn said as he was about to close the door that led to the balcony.
"Whatever." He groaned before letting out a frustrated sigh. He laid in their bed, looking at the ceilings for a good minute, thinking about the situation.
The first conclusion he came to was that he was a rather shitty boyfriend for leaving Zayn out there on his own just because he was upset with him smoking.
The second was that something must be really bothering the man if he craves the euphoria that sex and drugs procure.
Which then leads back to the first conclusion. He's a proper shitty boyfriend for not noticing earlier and even more so if Zayn doesn't trust him or feels safe enough to share the problem.
He sighed once again before going back to chewing on his bottom lip nervously, just waiting for Zayn to come back so they could talk.
Finally, as he was about to fall asleep, he heard the door close and felt Zayn's cold feet slightly brush again his chins before he rolled far away.
Harry frowned to that. Did he look that upset that his baby was afraid to cuddle with him??
"Zee?" Zayn jumped, straddled by the voice.
"I didn't mean to wake you up."
"You didn't baby. C'mere." He opened up his arms, smiling when his boyfriend engulfed himself in between. "Talk to me Zayn. Please."
"I'm okay."
"Swear it." Silence.
"I can't." He finally sighed.
"Did something happen recently?"
"I don't know but I've been feeling like a failure lately." Harry's breath hitched in his throat.
"But why baby? Talk to me, I'm here for you."
"I'm just frustrated with myself and how I can't seem to get shit done. Or if I do it's not how I wanted it to be. But it will go away eventually. I just need some time." He answered, his beautiful eyes becoming glossier by the seconds.
"I trust you baby. But PLEASE communicate with me whenever you feel the need to. If you don't feel easy doing so I respect your decision but if you are just afraid of what I could say please don't be. I'm all ears. Yeah?"
"Okay. Thank you for trusting me."
"Thank YOU for trusting me enough to share your thoughts."
"I love you." Smiled the tan boy. Harry's favorite smile. With his tongue poking through his pearly whites.
"And I love you more." He answered, mirroring Zayn's smile before softly kissing the later.
