Zarry fan fiction.
Zayn felt he and Harry had cursed one another long ago, with no anecdote known to man. They'd go into their graves with the curse. Despite this knowledge, he came to terms with this idea long ago, knowing he would never be alone...
Slowly, Zayn began to awaken when he felt a hand caress his cheek.
"Babe, what're you doing here!?" The voice whispered incredulously.
Zayn would know that deep tone anywhere.... Harry. He slowly opened his eyes to a shimmering pool of jade and was overcome with an overwhelming sense of home. It terrified him but he was distracted from his fears as Harry put his lovely dimples on display.
Harry smiled brightly as his thumb moved smoothly across Zayn's cheekbone. It was the kind of genuine smile that lit up his entire face and wreaked of pure adoration. Zayn knew his own face matched Harry's as warmth flooded his entire being, leaving his cheeks aching with the happiness they harbored.
"What time is it?" Zayn uttered thickly as his slumber slowly ebbed.
"Mmm... dunno. Maybe 8am? I was so out of it last night..." Harry mumbled before he abruptly grasped Zayn's face between his large hands, "who cares... we can talk on that another time. What I wanna know is how and when the hell you got here."
He was in a massive bed with Harry in the latter's Jamaican suite. Both boys wearing only their briefs.
The bed took up most of the room which was circular shaped and bathed in white walls as white sheets lined the bed which overlooked two floor-to-ceiling windows draped in sheer white curtains. The suite overlooked crystal blue waters and fluorescent green fauna. When Zayn had arrived 2 hours ago, he'd had a mini panic attack when he'd spotted the balcony. He thanked the Gods above for keeping Harry from realizing the windows in his room slid open to the balcony last night. Harry could have easily hurt himself beyond repair had he noticed it in the state he was in during their phone call.
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Neither man seemed to be able to wipe the grins from their faces as they basked in one another's nearness. Waking up next to Harry had always been special. For years it continued to be an occasion that was hard won; A fact which was never lost on Zayn nor Harry. These moments were special due to their rarity mixed with the deep emotions that remained between the two of them.
Despite the lack of space between them on the king sized bed, Zayn couldn't help but inch his way closer towards Harry, eliminating the remaining few inches that kept their bodies from complete chest to chest contact.
After bending his knee and tossing a leg over Harry's waist, Zayn quickly feathered kisses on Harry's rosy lips, cheeks, and all over his face. Harry shut his eyes, causing Zayn's entire being to feel comforted in the familiarity. This was their old routine and despite the years between them (good or bad) it all felt natural. He'd made a habit of kissing Harry's entire face each morning they woke up in each other's arms. Zayn couldn't pinpoint the exact instant it began but Harry had grown to expect the affectionate greeting just as a flower expects sunlight. On the rare occasion Zayn failed to provide Harry such greeting, the latter would pout, calling it his much needed, "sun salutations."
