A PERFECT RENDEZVOUS

Harry's House

Curled up on the sofa in the plane's luxurious cabin, Harry peered into the inky darkness beyond the windows. Far below he could see an occasional light, but otherwise they seemed to be descending into a black wilderness. Zayn was sitting across, his feet propped up on the coffee table, his tuxedo jacket open—the picture of contented patience. He'd rushed Harry on board Liam Payne's waiting plane as soon as they left the reception, refusing to let him change into traveling clothes, but now that they were on their way to a destination he refused to name, he seemed perfectly willing to wait until they got there to consummate their marriage. "I'm going to feel awfully silly walking into a hotel lobby in my wedding suit." Harry said. Harry had chosen a white designer suit with satin ruffles and diamonds ingrained all over. It was a direct contrast to Zayn's black groom suit.

"Are you, darling?" Zayn asked softly, smiling.

Harry nodded, wishing he'd let Harry change into one of the new outfits in his suitcases. "I could change into something else in a matter of minutes."

Zayn shook his head. "I'd like for both of us to be dressed exactly as we are when we get there."

"But why?"

"You'll see," he said, holding out his arm out.

Harry moved over to sit beside him. "Sometimes," he said wryly, "I don't understand you at all."

But Harry did understand. He understood perfectly the moment he stepped off the plane onto a small runway where a car was waiting, and he looked around at the looming shadows of mountains. "Colorado!" he breathed, hugging himself against the chilly night air. "We're in Colorado, aren't we!"

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Driving up the private road to the mountain hideaway they had shared during that tumultuous week was an unbearably poignant experience for Harry. So was walking into the house with Zayn and seeing the beautiful, familiar rooms where he had fought with him and danced with him and then fallen in love with him.

While Zayn brought in their suitcases and built a fire in the fireplace, Harry walked over to the windows and looked out at the place where he had once built his "snow monster."

Zayn came up behind him and slid his arm around his waist, drawing Harry back against him, and in the window was their own reflection ... a tall man holding his love in his arms. They looked at their reflection and Zayn saw the tears shimmering in his eyes. "Why are you crying?" Zayn asked softly, bending his head to nuzzle his neck.

Harry swallowed and tipped his head back. "Because," he whispered achingly, thinking of the sentimentality that showed in everything he did for Harry. "You are so perfect."

Zayn tightened his arms protectively around him. "We're perfect together," he whispered.

"I'll make you happy," Harry said, his voice shaking with emotion. "I swear I will."

His husband turned him in his arms, and there was a smile in Zayn's voice as he lifted his hand to smooth Harry's hair back. "You've made me happy from the first night we spent here together, when you sat on that sofa and blithely pointed out the absurdity of football rules which allow a tight end, but no loose end."

Harry smiled a little at that, but he saw the firelight glinting on the wedding ring that Zayn now wore on his left hand, and Zayn pressed a palm to his cheek while lips touched the ring. "I love you, Zayn," Harry whispered. "I love the sound of your voice and the touch of your hand and the way you smile. I want to give you life filled with laughter and love and joy ... i want to have as many babies we can, we can adopt one each year, and I want to give you me."

Desire began to beat fiercely in his veins, fuelled by weeks of abstinence, and Zayn pulled Harry close, his mouth opening with sudden urgency. "Come to bed with your me, dear husband. "

Husband. The word revolved slowly in Harry's mind, soft and sweet and profound, as he walked with him into the bedroom they'd shared. They swelled in his heart as Zayn took him in his arms in bed and turned to him in love and need. Harry responded to both with an exquisite eagerness that made Zayn's hands tremble as they rushed over, caressing his skin and pulling his hips tightly. Harry met his passion with his own, encouraged him with stirring kisses and when Zayn finally slid deep into him, Harry wrapped his arms tightly around Zayn's shoulders and whispered, "Welcome home, Zayn."

The sweet words tore a low groan from his chest and he began to move within Harry. His husband moved with him, bathing his senses in extravagant pleasure until the wild beauty of what they were doing to each other drove them both to a shattering climax.

Wrapped in each other's arms, sated and spent, they floated slowly back to reality in the same bed where once they had not dared to think of the future. His hand drifting slowly over Harry's back, Zayn thought of the years that lay ahead with the man who had loved and trusted him and taught him to forgive. Welcome home, he'd said.

For the first time in his life, he finally knew how it felt to have a home and a family. Harry was his home, his family.

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You bring me home.

thats a wrap guys,,, damn this was crazy session, its always been my favourite novel.... judith mcnaughts books r truly amazing,. u guys should read all the series...

the story resonated as a zarry story so i really wanted it to put it up here...

i love alll the interactions i got thru this book which was my initial desire to make friends and i found many amazing people,,, thank u all so much.....

theres an epilogue too....
stay happy and safe....