Behind Closed Doors

18. Relapse 2.0

⚠️ WARNING ⚠️
graphic sex scenes
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Zayn immediately went into protective mode.

"Harry? Haz, I'm sorry. It's okeh, don't cry." Zayn was rubbing Harrys arm, afraid to hold him and cause a worse reaction.

He felt awful. Why couldn't he just give Harry what he wanted? Zayn always pushed his luck when it came to Harry and now he was left feeling like a proper piece of shit.

"I'm sorry, Harreh. I shouldn't of pushed you, I never listen, I know. We can stop and just forget all this, okeh? Just tell me what to do to make it better."

Harry had been crying for a few minutes now, never turning around to look at Zayn. Zayn saw Harry wipe his eyes as his sniffling became less frequent. Finally, Harry turned to him, still looking down and away from Zayn.

"It's okay. I still want to, I'm just a blubbering idiot."

"You're human, Haz. It's okay. I know it's a lot, it's been soh long, ya? I just missed youh soh much. All of youh. So its hard for me not to love on you when it's second nature. I'm sorry. Maybe we should juz chill out a bit to regroup."

Still not making eye contact, Harry kept his eyes downward. Slowly, he lifted his head and caught eyes with Zayn who nearly gasped at the sight in front of him. Harry looked completely broken. Yet, somehow his eyes seemed to shine with the love and need he refused to voice.

Neither of them seemed able to look away. They stayed like that for a while until Harry slowly reached a hand out to trace over Zayn's features like he had in the Jacuzzi.

Zayn watched as Harry stared at his face, looking all over it like he was trying to memorize every little detail. When he met Zayn's eyes once more, Harry looked much less broken. His eyes were stunningly hypnotizing.

"Zayn," Harry whispered as his bottom lip began to tremble.

"Baby," Harry added, this time looking like he wanted to cry, testing out the word. Zayn wasn't sure if they were happy tears or not but he remained still.

"Zayn," Harry said with more power this time, and he leaned towards Zayn's face, their lips coming together once more.

This time, Harry kissed him with the same passion Zayn had done previously. Harrys kiss told it all. Harry was saying 'fuck it' to the friend with benefits bullshit. He had succumb to Zayn's love and was now showing how he felt exactly the same. This was the kiss they should have shared first. It said, "I missed you, I still love you, and I need you."

Zayn was the one to pull away this time. He looked deeply at Harry, keeping their foreheads together as he whispered, "you're still my baby, youh know."

Harry slowly smiled and sniffed once again, his emotions running wild. Zayn didn't mind. Harry was simply being real and feeling everything that came to him in the moment. He no longer seemed to want to hold any of himself back.

"Take me, Zayn. I want you. I need you inside of me."

Harrys words caused Zayn's cock to grow harder than it had been in years. Everything he'd been missing was right in front of him. "Okay, baby. I'm yours."

Harry shifted so that Zayn could climb on top of him once more. He decided to leave loving kisses all over Harrys gorgeous face whispering between each one, "Baby." "You're so gorgeous." "I missed you so much." "love you."

Harry giggled and the sound almost brought Zayn to tears. He wasn't sure he could do this without getting emotional so he decided to focus on Harry. Pleasing Harry was the only thing Zayn wanted. The only thing on his mind.