Once in a lifetime

Chapter 10 Babe

Harry was for the first time in a long, very long time, left speechless. Was Zayn really asking him that? His mind went numb for a solid minute. Did he want labels? With Zayn? Did he want a fucking label with Zayn, the man who had managed to captivate him without even trying? Abso-fucking-lutely. He didn't want any other hands, lips, or bodies either male or female around Zayn's.

"Bloody hell! Yes, Z. Yes, I want labels with you. I have no explanation for it, it doesn't make sense to me, but I want to be able to tell everyone I am dating an incredible man." Harry responded, cupping up Zayn's face with both hands, fixating his bright verdant eyes into the vivid caramel of Zayn's.

Zayn smiled his full-face one, the one that made him look hot and adorable at the same time after listening to Harry's response. He was lost too, he was taking a massive leap of faith with Harry, letting go of his comfort zone after three years of being single, he was ready for it, scared as hell, but ready.

"Then this is it, babe, innit? I am yours; you are mine, yeah?" His hands still grabbing a handful of Harry's ass and fondness sparkling on his eyes.

"Yeah. I must warn you, y'know? About a lot of things, I do you won't like and will probably get you mad at me, about so many more that will get you bored to or tired of me, about all my..."

"Shush, Haz. I know you have your flaws and imperfections, but that's what makes me want you more, yeah? You are fucking beautiful, Harry. With all the good and bad, with the ups and downs. I want to discover them myself, babe. Plus, I am fucking moody too, I am an artist, yeah?" Zayn mocked himself.

"M' your babe?" Harry smirked, feeling he was just about to melt into a curl's puddle in Zayn's arms.

"'Course you are."

"All right then, baby. Are we going to move from this corner at some point?"

"Mm, I like how that sounds: Baby. Yeah, I'll get going or I will fuck you right here and now and we ought to be good, yeah?" Zayn's words caused Harry to moan and twirl a little.

"Mmhmm, but not for long, though. I believe you made promises tonight I will hold you accountable."

"Oh, trust me, I'll be happy to oblige. Now kiss me once more and start walking." Zayn slapped Harry's ass softly after they kissed the last time for the night and as soon as Harry started walking away from him, there was this weird, irrational tie on his throat. So, to relax it, he called Harry and when he turned back, Zayn teased him.

"I hate that you go, but I love to see how you go." That was positively the cheesiest thing that would ever leave his mouth and he couldn't help but to laugh. Harry completely understood the sexual nuance on the phrase and chuckled. He slapped then his own ass at Zayn, like saying, your loss. Zayn giggled at that, and he observed his boyfriend for few more seconds before get going. He took his phone out and sent an audio note to Harry.

"Missing you already, babe. Let me know once you are home, yeah?"

He didn't have to wait for a response as Harry immediately sent his audio.

"I'll let you know, all right? Be sure I'll let you know exactly when I am home jerking off to you."

"Here I was, trying to be romantic, and hear that. You are making it very hard, Styles."

"Baby, you like it hard like me, don't you? Think of me when you wank too, okay?"

"Who else would be on my mind, provoker? You are all I can think of, and I'm still not close enough to my apartment. I might need to stop and jerk right here, yeah? Good idea, innit?"