For Lovers Only - [A Zarry Stylik]©️

XX- TWO YEARS AGO

Z,

TWO YEARS AGO

Harry had this yellow armchair in his room, by the corner. It usually was filled with clothes, mostly mine, but at that moment I used it to watch him sleep. I sat there as the clock gave way to dawn. He was sleeping on his stomach with his head tucked under his arms and his body partially covered by the sheets. He snored lightly, as he always did, and I thought it was the most beautiful sound ever.

Harry breathed slowly, deeply, navigating through the dreamlands in landscapes of whatever his imagination produced. I wondered if he dreamed of me. Or of us. He looked so beautiful and so peaceful. I could sit there just watching for hours trying to guess what was on his mind. Outside the street was quiet as London slept through the night before the sun came up.

Part of me couldn't believe he was real - sometimes I saw him as a tulpa I had prayed so hard that he became real in front of my eyes. Harry says he saw me first, but the truth is I had seen him away before.

On our first day of class, while he stood there next to our teacher, I noticed how tall he was, the green of his eyes, the nervous smirk on his lips and the thick dark hair on his head.

"Looks like you have some competition," Niall whispered to me with a wink, and I smiled at him.

I knew the girls at school had a thing for me - I knew my name was written all over the bathroom walls, but I'd gladly share the throne with Harry. He caught my smile and mimicked me. Such a sweet face one could love forever. And the more I knew him the more I love him.

Harry couldn't play football to save his life, but boy did it try. He was enthusiastic, incredibly smart and knew how to get everyone's attention. Whenever Louis traded him for another player and he stayed on the sidelines, Harry rooted just as hard for us. I believe he liked watching more than playing.

I wouldn't call it love right there. I just thought he was amazing. I didn't think it could be love until our first kiss. It was the most beautiful thing I've ever felt and if I focused hard enough, I could still hear the explosion in my brain when it happened. So genuine, so lovely.

That was the moment I knew that I wanted him forever. When we made love for the first time it had been perfect. I was a rookie - I had a basic knowledge of how the mechanics worked, but I had never done it. Harry guided me through it all. Showed me where to touch him and where I would love for him to touch me. It was amazing.

As we grew, I went from being the one under control to having control. Not that it mattered - I know there's the bottom/top debate but when it came to us, the lines blurred because it was more of instinct. I knew what he wanted; he knew what I wanted that is how we rolled.

We had known each other forever since school and yet, the words 'I love you' only came out to us during university. Our feelings were obvious to both of us, they were written all over our gestures, in our smiles and our kisses, but it was one thing for us to know, it was another for us to say out loud.

So, during our years away, when we finally had time together, the words made sense and were exchanged between the two of us.

It was a cold night with the rain pouring outside and the wind blowing lightly at the trees around us. My fingers were on his prince-like hair, massaging his scalp, while I looked out the window counting the drops coming down the window. Harry was beginning to fall asleep on my chest. I found it amusing how he jerked slightly, just to begin the sweet descent into sleep seconds later. I looked down at him, seeing his eyes closed and mouth partially open. I moved the hair away from his face, looking at him from above; it was an awkward position because Roger - my car - had limited space in the back. As I watched him my heart filled with emotion and the words came out to me.