"sleep is gone, cause your shadow is not shading my eyes anymore."
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"merry Christmas."
Zayn said with a smile as soon as harry woke up, his hair mess and eyes still sleepy, little beams of sunrays casting on his pale skin and Zayn had to look away from this art like sculpture, cause his eyes were capturing each of his hues like a canva consume every bit of paint colours . Harry seems so soft from far that it scares zayn's heart that these harsh beams would hurt his skin. The way he wanted to leave the imprints of his lips on each and every part of his skin, to tell each constellation of this universe that this moon is mine to touch and no one's else.
Zayn was ready, he woke up at early morning just when harry fell asleep, he was sitting on bed for hours admiring his husband, who was tossing and turning on floor. A part of him wanted to scoop him up in his arms and kiss his lips and scold him too that you're my precious flower only made for praising, you live in my heart don't sleep on this cold concrete, it hurt my heart so much. Only if harry knew what and how many absurd feelings Zayn feels for him.
"merry Christmas, why didn't you woke me up mum must be waiting for us?"
" you were pretty tired so i thought i would let you sleep for a while.''
and would get the chance to admire your moon like beauty for a while too..
Harry nodded and excused himself for shower, meanwhile Zayn started doing their bed which was only for name sake their. His sisters were coming and harry's family too, a lot of people means a lot of question, specially for harry and that's why he wanted to take him somewhere far, where no one would ask him anything and they can spend the peaceful voice of silence. When harry came wrapped in a towel shivering a little, Zayn stood up and wrapped a woollen shawl around his body, he made him sit on the bed and rushed towards drawer taking out thermometer and medicines. Harry was sick again from a week, that constant fever and shivering was always there. Doctor said it is cause of his low immunity and heavy stress, Zayn assured his parents that from now on he would take care of him. He love to do these things for him, it makes him feel homely, and very close to harry. It gives him a chance too look into his eyes for more than a hidden stolen moment. And whenever harry looks into his eyes Zayn don't feel anything except pain, his eyes speaks a lot and Zayn knows that.
''open your mouth"
Harry did swallowing the medicine and then gulped a whole glass of water, making an adorable cute face where his nose was scrunch and Zayn couldn't ask for more. His lips were chapped, resembling wilt flowers those who don't get a drop of water and rays of sun . Zayn knows harry don't get love that he used to get from Elijah. Harry needed to be kissed every minute, more often he carved the feeling of loving touch. He was made to be kissed and praised more like worshipping his skin, he wonders how Elijah had touched him, which parts of his skin are touched by him or is there a part which is waiting for Zayn's touch. Cause surely Elijah had touched his heart and soul too. But Zayn wanted to cover all those touches with his own, he would like to see harry engulfed in his smell. He wanted to discover the unknown and untouched galaxies of his body, so he can worship every part of it with his lips.
" i want to take you somewhere far, my relatives are coming and i don't want you to feel uncomfortable around anyone you're already very weak."
" but what about mum and dad?"
" I'll handle them don't worry, hurry up yeah go get ready and um there's my jacket in wardrobe put it on it would help to keep you warm."
Zayn's mum agreed, but not before telling him ten times that take care of harry he's sick. Zayn smiled at his mum, it's been just few months and how much they all care about him, only if they knew that harry is going to leave this house and everyone very soon. During the drive zayn's eyes were focused on his husband more than the snow filled road, latter was looking goofy and cute in his clothes, cheeks red due to cold weather, but his body was igniting a soft and beautiful warmth, Zayn would love to drown himself in it.
" you okay?"
" yeah I'm just feeling sleepy cause of medicines i guess."
"sleep then i'll wake you up when we'll reach ok!"
"okay"
Harry mumbled and soon he drifted into sleep. Zayn was driving but his brown orbs were constantly betraying him, the peaceful sleeping figure of harry was way too hard to not look at, made to be admiring specially when he was wearing his piece of cloth. His eyebrows still frowning and those cheeks were still flushed waiting for a pair of warm lips.
wish i could devour you in me, snatch all the coldness from you and adorn you with all the warmth of this universe.
only if you knew harry what you do to me darling.
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how long will you love me?
until when?
hard to tell but_
"unless you inhale
every bit of air
from my lungs,
unless i don't die
beside your deathbed,
unless we have nothing
but just white hair,
unless you don't know
my name cause
memories do fade,
unless that moon is adorn
with the stars of your eyes."
my Zayn you're also made to be praised Darlin!
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i've lost my heart to you..
Fanfiction(completed!) "if you're already his then why did you married me dammit." Zayn whispered a river of rage flowing through out his whole body..
