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“Chaudvin ka chand ho ya aaftab ho? Jo bhi ho tum khuda ki kasam lajawab ho...” Harry hummed around in his thick accent, baking some cookies.

Suddenly, a strong pair of hands wrapped around his waist but he wasn’t surprised knowing who it would be. “You slept well honey?”

“Always nice when I’m beside you Jaan. Also, you melodiously singing my song which is all about you is the best feeling ever and I couldn’t sleep on it, could I?”

Harry turned around to face Zayn with the biggest smile on his face and kissed his nose, resting his hands on his boyfriend’s chest. “Tightrope is my favorite, you know? Do you really mean all the things, ‘chaundvin chand and lajawab’ and stuff?”

“Do you doubt it baby?” Zayn suspiciously narrowed his eyes, tightening his grip on his lover’s waist.

“No, no. Of course not Z, but it’s just so romantic and I love it so much.” Harry smiled, leaning in to kiss his boyfriend.

They kissed like there’s no tomorrow, lips fitting perfectly like two puzzle pieces.

“Is there something special toady? Why are cookies being baked?”  Zayn asked when they pulled out.

“No, nothing special. I just miss those days when I used to work in the bakery.”

“Harry, you were a cashier. FOR GOD’S SAKE.” Zayn laughed, rolling his eyes.

“Hey! Don’t be mean towards my profession Z.” Harry whined, playfully hitting his lover’s chest.

“Okay okay, sorry babe. Sorry you delicious cookie dough and sorry the Gucci pants I made fun of yesterday.” Zayn lifted his hands in surrender.

Harry glared at Zayn as he remembered last nights events, about how Zayn made fun of Harry’s GUCCI pants and got a silent treatment for three hours which was only forgiven when he made a hand made card, which had ‘I’m sorry Gucci’ written on it with one of it’s tags attached just to add to the drama. Honestly Zayn sometimes thought his boyfriend loved Gucci more than him.

“Oh and hey!” Harry exclaimed, changing the topic, “When I was baking these, I thought of how I would bake so much of these cookies and be the daddy that makes the best cookies. Ain’t it? Our children would love it.”

“Aye! Yes baby, how amazing! Guess I’ll have to work harder tonight to fill you up with my babies.” Zayn seductively whispered in his boyfriend’s ear.

Harry blushed so hard but it soon faltered into a sad expression, “But I can’t give you a baby Zayn. Oh I’m so sorry.” He sobbed, covering his face with his palms.

“Hey hey hey Jaan, that was not my intention. I was just trying to be sexy. And I already told you not to be insecure. It doesn’t even matter to me. I just want you, okay?” he lifted Harry’s face and gently kissed his lips.

“I love you Z, thank you for loving me so much. I don’t deserve you.” .

“Shut up, you deserve the entire world okay? And thank you, for existing. I love you too much.” Zayn said kissing his temple. “And by the way, Khai is coming tomorrow, yeah?”














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