Love and friendship is the same person - Zarry

I Feel Good (Zayn)

Bright rays of sunlight fell through the curtain on my face. I was still half asleep and put my arm over my face, hoping I could drift back into the land of dreams. But it was pointless. I gradually woke up. Then I realized that my head was not resting on the soft cover of the pillow, but on a warm surface that slowly rose and fell. The pounding of a heartbeat sent vibrations through my entire body. And the smell that got into my nose was definitely not my lemon detergent. It was the smell of pure masculinity. It smelled good. It smelled familiar. It smelled like Harry.

As soon as I got to this realization I swallowed and my larynx jerked nervously. I opened my eyes carefully. The sun blinded me and I involuntarily buried my face in my best friend's chest. Until I realized what I was doing. Glad that Harry was apparently still asleep, I gently pulled myself away, but only reluctantly, as I had to admit to myself. It felt good. Too good. I shook my head to escape my mind. Finally my gaze slid to Harry's face. He laid there peacefully, his lips slightly parted, his eyes tightly closed. The image burned itself deeply into me. He looked like an angel. The curls framed his striking features and spread over the entire pillow. I loved it.

I got an idea. Grinning slightly, I leaned over and blew in his nose. His eyelids twitched and fluttered until underneath his emerald green eyes emerged. They were just narrow slits, but they quickly grew larger. As soon as he saw me, they lit up and a smile appeared on his face, showing his dimples. That in turn made me smile. "Did you sleep well, Curly?" "Like a rock." I snorted, laughing briefly, before I grabbed the duvet, which was still wrapped around his legs, and pulled it away with a jerk. Harry gave a small scream of indignation and tried to reach for it, but I tossed it to the floor. His green eyes targeted me and flashed at me. I smirked and looked back, deliberately bored, to show that I wasn't afraid of him. Harry gave up after a few more seconds of staring and sat up grumbling. "I'm cold." "Naw, poor Hazza." He took my hand and placed it on his leg. "Do you feel that ?!" he asked and looked at me again. Your goosebumps or the warm tingling in me? But of course I couldn't say that. By now the feelings I was developing about Harry were starting to bother me. No, they scared me.

"Zayn?" Shit, I hadn't answered his question yet. I put the look of amusement on my face and looked at him. "I do and I like it." As soon as the words left my mouth, I realized that you could get it wrong. Fortunately, Harry didn't see it that way and just pouted. How long such a morning could be. "Come on, let's get up. I thought maybe we could meet the lads today. The weather should be good.", I suggested. I liked the idea more and more. First, I missed Niall, Louis and Liam, and second, I wouldn't have to spend time alone with the pretty creature next to me. Not that I didn't like it. I did. I liked it very much. But the way I behaved would in the long run raise questions that I definitely wanted to avoid. I had to.