Once in a lifetime

Chapter 22 Spoons

"Bloody hell! Almost had a heart attack. I was dreaming and all. How long did I sleep, baby?" He asked, rubbing his eyes like a sleepy cat.

"Not long, babe. Just what the food took to be here. I'll say about half hour or so, yeah? Come, let's have lunch so we can properly snuggle in bed. M' sleepy too."

Once lunch was done, they moved back to the bedroom. Or rather, Zayn moved them to the bedroom, considering Harry was hugging him, chest to back, clinging so Zayn had to drag his full weight to the bed, while Harry snorted.

"You are lucky you got a nice arse, Styles, or I would've left you in the couch." He teased.

"You wouldn't dare. You like me too much, Malik." Harry replied, cheeky as fuck.

"Don't tempt me, babe. Nothing good as ever come out of challenging a Malik."

"Oh! How scary. Might wanna check your phone, though." Smug Harry replied.

"Why should I?"

"Just saying. Come quick, so you can spoon me properly again."

Zayn didn't pay attention to his boyfriend's command, checking amused his socials. Harry had replied to him and that's why he wanted him to check his phone. He could hear him giggling in bed, but he kept ignoring him. He responded with; I have just seen this. I feel so vulnerable. I am going to destroy you. Grrr. But also, you know I'd walk through fire for you, just let me adore you, honey. He added a bunch of kissy emojis, melting emojis and heart- shaped eyes emojis too.

Zayn snickered, reading at the responses on Twitter mainly. He had a lot of retweets saying filthy stuff about them both, so he laughed, and he found responses from each of their friends but chose to ignore them.

"Okay then." He said out loud. Harry perked up, smug smile still showing.

"Okay?"

"Yeah, I'll let you adore me, yeah? Since you asked nicely."

"Oh shuddup. I'll let you be my man then. But you said you'll take of me and I feel very deprived right now. Come cuddle and spoon me again."

"Bossy much"

"M' your boyfriend. I get to bossy you around."

"And this is your normal brat attitude. Imagine if I got you knocked up. I'll ship you off to your mother probably or to Nouis for them to deal with you until you go to labor."

Harry's eyes lit up and tried to hide the emotion from Zayn's gaze.

"Wouldn't you like that? Getting rid of me on my most vulnerable state ever."

"If you are a little bratty shit I would. No doubt."

"Well, we'll see about that. Now pet me so I can fall asleep again." Harry said, reaching back to grab Zayn's arm to put it around himself. Zayn chuckled and did as Harry wanted, spooning him too.

"Say what?" Zayn added, disapproval all over his voice.

"Pet me, please baby?" Harry retorted, snickering, and rolling his eyes.

"Shouldn't, but you are my baby, fucking hell. I can't say no to you. Fuck my life."

"I'd rather fuck you. Not now though, but soon."

"Promises, promises..."

"Pet me and I'll deliver soon." Harry requested, sounded half asleep again.

"Sure you will, Styles. Sure you will."

Zayn woke up when something tickled his nose. He opened his eyes and found Harry completely on top of him and his locks were what woke him. He caressed Harry's smooth back, brushing the hem of his sweats, wanting to squeeze his ass. He didn't, though, because he was starting to get a boner and he was hungry again. He felt Harry grinding movement and he smiled, suspecting he was awake too.