Behind Closed Doors

26. Feelings

Zayn walked back in the room after finishing off the cigarette. He really wished he could just leave and go to his room without a word but something inside of him told him that would be wrong. Normally, he wouldn't think twice about it, knowing this thing between he and Harry was not that big of a deal. Yet, after the moments they shared not long ago, Zayn began to feel a sense of responsibility towards his band mate and sat back down on the bed beside the sleeping boy.

Zayn lost track of time watching him sleep. Harry looked like a peaceful little angel. He was so beautiful that Zayn couldn't help but reach out a hand to stroke Harrys hair, as he lay down beside him. He wished they could just stay like this for as long as they wanted, to freeze time. He dreaded Harry waking, knowing it meant conversations that he didn't want to have. Maybe Harry wouldn't care at all, why would he?

Even so, Zayn felt awful thinking about telling Harry that his girlfriend would be staying a couple days. He suddenly regret ever asking her to come. Harry would love to play tourist with Zayn. Why hadn't he thought of asking him first before committing to having Perrie come? Now he would be responsible to show her a good time.

Looking at the sleeping beauty beside him Zayn was utterly confused as to how he could have ever taken such a person for granted. How the hell had he ever ignored this sweet creature, like he had time and time before in past situations? Zayn was coming undone watching Harry. He felt it in his bones and even became a bit sentimental.
What the hell!?

Lost in his thoughts, Zayn hadn't noticed that Harry had stopped snoring and was waking until he was met with big green eyes. Beautiful eyes, they were. Stunning.

"Your eyes are so pretty." Zayn heard himself whisper.

What was he doing?

Zayn sounded like a lovesick bird. He hadn't meant to let those words slip but his mouth seemed to have a mind of its own.

To his relief, Harry smiled and even seemed to blush a bit. "F'anks."

Neither of them said a word as they continued to stare at each other. Zayn could sense they'd reached some new level in their relationship but wasn't ready to try and pinpoint it or put it all into words.

"Harreh?" Asked Zayn, as a curious thought began to take hold of his mind, reaching his mouth.

"Ya?"

"What did it feel like?" Zayn asked quietly, hoping Harry would understand without needing to specify.

Luckily, he understood Zayn's meaning. "I'm not sure how to explain it. Umm.... It was sort of like a normal orgasm or arousing feeling you get with your dick, ya know?"

"Yeah, so it was just like that then?" Zayn asked feeling surprised and a bit disappointed. He'd expected something different.

"Well ya, so it's like that but.... better. So much better, Z." Harry sighed before continuing, "Same idea I guess as a normal orgasm but just in a different place and different way. I'm sure some people probably like both ways the same but I think what we just did is incomparable to a regular type of orgasm. Like.... It felt more intimate because something was inside me. It was happening on a deeper level, Ya know? Literally and figuratively." He said with a smirk.

Zayn smiled at Harry, happy to have the pleasure of Harry openly sharing his experience.

Harry went on, talking to himself just as much as he was to Zayn. "It feels like it's coming from a deeper place, the orgasm I mean. Like I'd only been touching the surface my whole life, but now..... I guess it felt like you'd found the base of where all my pleasure is and started from there. So when I finished like that I almost feel like you were relieving me of all the unknown desires and starting from the bottom, not just scratching the surface for a quick fix."