Butterfly Graveyard (z.s au)

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*UNEDITED

"Zain," Harry groaned as he woke up, "get off of me."

Zain grunted, not budging.

"Zain!" Harry said louder. "Wake up."

Zain quickly sat up, startled. "My head hurts so bad."
Harry sat up as well, pressing his head against Zain's chest. "Pull out Zain," Harry groaned. "My whole body hurts."

"Sorry babe," Zain mumbled. He pulled away from Harry, screwing up his face. "I need to shower, I feel disgusting."
"I need to sleep." Harry groaned. "My head hurts so bad."
"Let me get you some Tylenol baby," Zain said as he pulled on some boxers. "You need to shower."

"My thighs are so sore." Harry frowned. "Can you get me that Tylenol?"

"Yeah," Zain kissed Harry and pulled on some clothes and quickly exited the room. He came back a moment later with a glass of water and the familiar pills. Harry thanked him, and quickly downed the pill.
"Can you come shower with me?" Harry asked. Zain nodded grabbing himself some clean clothes.

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"Good morning you three," Anne greeted as she entered the living room where Harry, Zain and Gemma were all sitting. "Darcy was an absolute angel last night."
"That's good." Harry smiled. "I need to run to the store to get her some formula in a moment. Zain can you come with me?"

"Sure," Zain shrugged.

"Thanks, I'll get my shoes." Harry mumbled, slipping on some trainers and grabbing his keys. "We'll be back soon, mum."

"Be safe!" Anne called.

"Being hungover sucks," Harry sighed heavily, rubbing his hand along Zain's thigh.
"Now I remember why I don't drink," Zain yawned. "Let's hurry, I want to sleep again."

Harry and Zain pulled into the grocery store parking lot and Harry turned off the car, exiting the car.
"I'm gonna grab a Gatorade while I'm here," Harry said. "Do you want something?"

"Just a Gatorade too." Zain shrugged.

"How do people do this?" Harry asked as he stood in front of the formula. "Whatever. I'll just grab one."

"Can't wait to get home and sleep," Zain yawned. "I don't even know how late we stayed up."
"I don't know what we did," Harry shook his head. "My thighs are kind of bruised."
"Sex, obviously," Zain mumbled.

"Hey," a girl called. "You're Harry Styles!"

"Who?" Harry perked up. "Oh— yes. Nice to meet you."
"Can I get a picture with you?" The girl asked. Harry nodded and posed for the picture and afterwards, the girl hugged him tightly. "It was so nice to meet you! Thank you for the picture."

"Of course." Harry smiled sweetly, waving her goodbye. "I need to eat something."

Zain shrugged, and they made their way to the check out aisle. "You look rough baby."

Harry realized Zain was probably right — when he looked in the mirror this morning he noticed he looked extremely tired and his hair was a mess. It was probably because he was hung over, but Harry just shrugged it off.

"I know," Harry yawned. "My head still kinda hurts. I just want to sleep. You don't look too good yourself."
Zain smiled fondly, reaching out to hold Harry's hand. "You're not wearing your rings."