Once in a lifetime

Chapter 23 Domestic

Harry leaned and pressed a kiss in the between Zayn's pecs, laughing.

"This conversation escalated rather quickly I'd say. You didn't even let me ask my Star Wars thing."

"You know us already, babe. We are not common; we go from joking to serious to joking at light speed. Ask me your question then so we can continue to watch Ep III."

"Yeah? Ok, so how come they...uh...oh for fuck's sake. I forgot already."

"Babe, you have the memory of a peanut. And that's bad coming from a book editor and amateur writer. How do you manage to write anything?" Zayn said, messing with him.

"Shuddup. I have a really good memory, y'know? You distracted me."

"Whatever helps you sleep at night, babe."

"Shuddup, you are mean again. Whenever you are mean, I feel like I'm pregnant."

"Yeah? How so?"

"Because I wanna bite you, kiss you, kill you and fuck you all at the same time. Crazy shit."

"You wanna take a bite now?"

"No. Go away. I don't want sex now. You are mean and you don't deserve it."

"What if I blow you?"

"Okay."

"Babe! You are so lame, Styles." Zayn said, laughing.

"Wot? M' horny now for some reason. Fuck, maybe I'm pregnant after all. Did you check the condom was not damaged?"

"I did. No babies for now." Zayn responded, still laughing at his boyfriend.

"Okay. Now, wanna blow me as offered?"

"Course I do." And hell, he did.

They stopped Ep III, mainly because they got distracted with either food or sex. Harry never remembered his original question, but when they went back to bed he had a shitton more.

"Are we done with Star Wars?" Zayn asked.

"Yeah, m' bored of it already. Though I have another question now." Zayn looked at him, amused.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. Do you really believe in aliens or are you just teasing?"

"Well, I do think there is something more out there, yeah? Sensitive beings, shall we say? That are mostly like, spiritual and not just anyone can see them. What if I say I do feel like I came from elsewhere? Hm? What'd you say?"

"I'd say I'm not surprised. See, I've always thought, like, artsy people have a more, uh, sensible soul. You say can't see auras and such, but I think if you try hard enough, you just might."

"How so?"

"Easy. You see things other people don't. Like, you saw it in Taryn. Saw it in me. You are sympathetic as fuck and read people scarily good."

"You are so cute, babe. Spirituality is something I have always been drawn to, yeah? I guess it does link to my artist soul."

"It makes sense, honey. Is not just anyone who can like, transmit, uh, is that the right word? Like transmit a sentiment through a painting, y'know? I can go now and paint some doodles on a page and call it art, but to me, real artist is who can make you feel the same way they were feeling at the moment they were painting. You know what I mean? Same with books and songs, like you taught me."

"Mhm, I got you. That's why I wasn't sure about the blokes we had shown before. I wasn't feeling their work. With T was different. As soon as I saw her work, I saw the whole exhibition, like in the gallery."

"Right, see? Now you have that bond with her and her art. I liked a lot one of her paintings. I wonder if it's still available for purchase."

"Good thing you got an inside contact. Which one was it, babe?"

"Don't remember if she named them all, but this one was just like a deep forest, lots of green, tall trees and grass. It made me feel like I could feel the breeze and the warmth of sun light, like I could even smell everything around it. Like, I could even see us going for a walk there. It was so weird. I liked it."

Zayn smirked, because he knew exactly which painting that was. It was the one he first saw, the one that made him click with T because he felt everything Harry had just described. Funny enough, he saw the same walk Harry mentioned.

"I think this might be your lucky day, that painting is not available for the public to auction on. It's mine. Was within the deal we signed with T. That was the first painting of her I saw, and it made me feel like you felt. I saw us too, holding hands walking around." Harry perked up and smiled.

"Oh! I must have some taste for art then. How is it my lucky day, though, if you already got it?"

"I'll give it to you. I've been thinking where to hang it, but I think your walls might use the help."

"Rude! My walls are fine now, but I'd love to have it here."

"Just saying, babe. Wanna make out for a while and then sleep? It's late already."

"Is that even a question?"

"Brat." Zayn replied, kissing him, and then falling asleep with Harry half atop him again.

Sunday was more of them making out, pigging out and having tons of sex. They found out it was extremely easy for both to shut the world down and just focus on each other. It happened a lot when they were with people too, if Zayn was telling them a story or Harry was telling them one of his horrible jokes, they would just get lost in one another. However, being just the two of them for the whole weekend, being such domestic already...felt nice.

When it was evident the time for Zayn to head back was coming closer by minute, Harry became clingier. Having Zayn for himself the whole weekend, getting to do couple-y things with him was threating to leave him with a major withdrawal. Rationally, it made no sense to feel like that, they would talk every day, they would text and see each other too, but the heart wants what the heart wants and right now, Harry's heart wanted to have Zayn always next to him.

Zayn knew what Harry was going through, as he was feeling the same. He didn't want to go, even if they lived fifteen minutes away from each other. He decided against letting the sentiment be known to Harry, though, as they had heavy conversations that needed further considering. He was glad to know Harry saw them as a long-term, kind of forever thing. They were both still young, none older than thirty and just a month ago they were both single.

Now, neither of them was scared to consider settling down, start a family of their own. Still, there was a lot to keep in mind. Zayn knew Harry had great plans for his company, maybe even opening a small branch in London and he had Taryn and the other artists too. He smiled, though, when an image of a little person with Harry's eyes and curls came to his mind.

He was pulled out of his mind when he felt a soft caress on his chest, so he smiled at Harry who was snuggled to him. Despite saying they were most likely in love with each other, the L word was never voiced. Nevertheless, Zayn was sure it was pouring out of his eyes when he looked at Harry.

"Watcha thinking, baby? You're very quiet."

"Just us, yeah? I don't wanna go, but I should get going. I still have time to cook something for you, though, if you want me."

"Yeah, I'd like that."

"Anything in mind?"

"How about chicken and sweet corn pie? That's one of my favourites."

"Is it? Mine too. Let me up then, babe."

"I'll take a piece for lunch tomorrow. Sarah will make fun of me, but I don't care. I miss you already."

"I miss you too and I'm still here but is not like we won't see each other until next weekend, babe."

"Yeah, yeah. I know, is just, having you all for myself all weekend and having to wait five days to have you again...Don't mind me. Seems like I'm pregnant too when we have to separate."

"Well, I'll start with the pie and while it bakes, we'll have sex once more, yeah?"

"Sounds like a plan, hurry then. I'm waiting."