''so kiss me where i lay down"
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Harry was drunk and zayn was holding him tight as they both were sitting at the side table, while everyone was enjoying their night on dance floor. Every now and then harry would whine that i also want to dance but latter one won't let him go, cause he knows how clingy he becomes when he consume more than his capacity. On first note zayn never let harry drink or smoke cause of his asthama problem,but today was special so he didn't held him back and now here he's holding his husband in his arms who's crying remembering how gemma broke his toy car when he was six. He kept humming with his ramblings, occassionally replying the way harry wants him to. When mitch motion him from stage to come and join them zayn mouthed my husband is drunk, he just need silly reasons to call harry his husband; mitch gave him a thumbs up with smile on his face. He stroked his hair which was sticky due to sweat he puts few tendrils behind his ears,and gently wiped his face with his palms which was flushed and covered in a thin layer of sweat.
" i wanna danceh please."
He asked but this time quietly hiding his face in zayn's chest. When zayn said noh again he pouted and pull back himself from his body and glared at him.
"Why huh? why tell meh i wanna danceh please see everyone is dancingg ."
"Cause I'm drunk harry that's why."
Zayn replied this time cause harry was not ready to accept the fact that he's drunk, he would shake his head furiously that I'm not drunk. He pulls his body back into his warmth securing both of his arms around his waist,intertwining their fingers together where their wedding rings clashed and made a euphonious sound. The curly lad snuggled up into his body almost on top of him.
"We're married now"
Harry mumbled atlast when he saw zayn wass not speaking anything.
"Yes we are."
"Mum will cry when we'll leave tonight."
"She'll but we would come to meet her every week."
Harry looked at him with his puffy eyes, his eyebrows furrowed like he was in his deep thoughts and whispered every day, zayn cupped his face and pressed his lips on his forehead.
"Promise every day."
"can we have a baby now cause we're married."
Harry asked atlast his face still secured in zayn's palms and the way he was talking slowly making his eyes big zayn was sure harry is serious.
"I already have a baby to take care of, I'm not ready for second one;not now atleast."
Zayn replied quietly his eyes never leaving the soft texture of his shining lips,after saying a small fuck it he kissed him taking his breathe away. He kissed him again and then again rubbing his back with his hands, if harry would've been sober then he would've never let zayn kiss him in front of everyone. The lights were dim so no one was really paying attention to them,the whole family was having a conversation with his grandad, they both were also there half an hour ago but when harry started whining that i want to dance his mum told him to take him there.
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It was around 1a.m when they left the wedding venue harry was not ready to let go of his dad, they both cried but zayn pulled him back and took him in his car he didn't let him turn his face back even for once.When they reached home harry was asleep,there were few rituals which his mum performed while zayn was still carrying his stiffed body cause he didn't want to wake him up,then he carried him in their room which was ignited with few ferry lights,there were few scented candles and two bouquets of rose from their cousins.He laid him down and tugged him in with sheets. Finally they're married, after so many ups and downs here they're on same bed with wedding rings on their fingers. He couldn't stop admiring his wedding ring its simple but hold so much power and love,somehow from the moment they've exchanged their rings it makes him feel more closer to him. He never knew marriage holds such a stronge power, now he get what his gran meant when she told him you'll understand the meaning of of this ring and rituals when you'll get married.He kissed his forehead and after that removed his shoes and socks then disappear into washroom to freshen up,but not before making sure that his man is still asleep and all the windows are open with drapes down just the way harry like it.
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long lashes and brown curls
Fanfic(completed) "He whispered in his mouth,but when harry rolled his eyes he kissed his nape whispering 'love of my life ,my everything,my infinity,my very soon to be husband'.
