blossom | harry styles.

vulnerable hours.

The table before them is spread with empty plates and some leftovers of their amazing dinner meal.

Zayn went all the way and surprised them with his grandma's Biryani, something he only does for his loved ones. Pet delivered with her Gyros and it was just a mini feast of good food served in bits.

After they're done, there's music slowly playing in the background and Harry is extremely silent as he nurses his last glass of the night.

Once in a while he pushes his nose into the glass and Rana gives him a side eye of concern, but he giggles and sits up again.

If she ticks the boxes, this man might be drunk.

However for some reason, she has the unintentional ableist assumption that someone like him wouldn't ever think of being drunk and she doesn't know why. Well, she's still learning and this is part of it.

Pet shares a sweet kiss with Zayn as he clears the table and feeds her one last crumb off his plate. They brush noses and she reaches for her own glass, smiling at Rana.

"Was this a good dinner?" she asks.

"I'm so stuffed, you have no idea," Rana pats her belly.

"Well, we're packing more for you," Pet nods along.

"Yeah, so your two cultures shouldn't be dating because you will feed people to death," Rana giggles.

In that moment, she feels something shakily hold her and she yelps.

Rana relaxes when she feels Harry's head resting on her back and his arms wrap around her. The humming has started but this time around his voice is a little cracked.

Zayn pauses as he recognises these mannerisms and he smiles a little bit.

Rana slowly turns to Harry and releases his arms from her, staring at him in concern. He blinks in annoyance and tries to look away but he's slower than usual.

The man's face is peachy red and his curls are slightly looser than normal. His already blank eyes are a little more unnerving than usual and his pillowy lips are in a pout.

"H, are you okay?" Zayn speaks up.

"Shh," Harry shakily presses his index finger to his mouth.

Rana smiles in pure adoration of what she's watching and she leans closer, unsure if to touch his soft features.

"Hi lovie, are you okay?" she asks, calmly.

"So...so sleepy," he knuckles at his eyes, looking around.

"Okay, we can leave whenever you want," she replies.

Harry nods in agreement and turns to see Pet reaching for the half eaten last Gyro on the plate. He swats her hand with a frown and picks it, slowly shoving it in his mouth.

"Okay, he's drunk," Zayn finally confirms.

"Were you waiting for him to steal from me?" Pet chuckles.

"Yeah, he steals food when he's drunk for some reason," Zayn shrugs.

"So being drunk is normal for him?" Rana turns to Zayn, curious.

Zayn knows the real answer to the question but it's not his business to spill so he gives her a small smile.

"It's definitely not his first time drinking if you're concerned about that," he chuckles and walks away with empty plates in hand.

Pet packs up the other plates and follows her man with a smile, leaving them alone.

Rana watches Harry slowly chew like a tired child and he scratches her knee with a hand, clearly reaching for her hand.