Once in a lifetime

Chapter 31 Spoiled

"This is the best plum cake I've ever had. Don't tell my mum, though. It's the only thing she doesn't nail." Harry said, getting another mouthful of it. He wanted to bring the whole tray to bed, and Zayn didn't allow him, going as Harry called it again, all Zaddy on him.

"Yeah? I won't tell, then. We don't want the mother-in-law hating on me, yeah? M' glad you liked it babe. Turned out acceptable for making it in a rush." Zayn replied, kissing Harry's cheek.

"If this is what you can do when rushing, can't imagine what you can do with time."

"You'll find out soon enough."

"Promising. I left almost everything done so I'll be free for our families." Harry said, sleep already taking over his voice and body.

"Me too, I'll go to the gallery tomorrow for just for a couple of hours. Everything is basically done. Just few details and that's it. Babe don't fall asleep yet. Let's go brush our teeth and then cuddle, yeah?"

"Don't wanna get up."

"Spoiled princess. C'mon, I'll take you." Zayn grab Harry again on his arms, bridal style this time and Harry couldn't do anything but smile. He was indeed spoiled. He was so fucking lucky to have Zayn.

"I really like how you manhandle my body. S' hot."

"Agree. I love how you can handle me too, though you haven't done it much. You enjoy too much being spoiled, don't you? S' fine, babe. These arms were made to hold you." Zayn sat him in the counter, grabbed Harry's toothbrush, put toothpaste on it and handed it to him. Harry's head was hanging pitifully on Zayn's shoulder. "Harreh... Here, love."

"No, Iwannasleepdontwannabrushmyteeth" Zayn chuckled, babbling Harry was new. He held his chin and asked him to open his mouth. Harry kept his eyes closed but obeyed. Zayn guided him through the whole process, loving it. He had figured by now he liked a lot taking care of Harry that way too.

"You're fucking adorable, babe. You're set, here, let me get you to bed again."

"Kay." Harry made grabby hands to him, putting his legs and arms around him, locking him in a hug.

Back in bed, he tugged Harry under the sheets and turned off all lights and the telly. He brushed his teeth and once ready, he spooned him. Harry turned just enough to kiss his bare chest, between the pecs. This had become a constant for Harry and Zayn wanted to ask, but Harry was too gone.

"Night, my little spoon. I love you with all my heart, Harry. I seriously do."

"Luv ya too, Zayn. You are my most valuable treasure, the best big spoon the universe. Thank you for coming to this planet. My soul will always belong to you." Harry replied, husky and sleepy voice. Zayn moved few locks out from Harry's forehead and watched him, dripping love.

"Sure, babe. My soul's yours too. Thank you for being the perfect match for my alien part."

Harry was already asleep, which was a common thing for him to do, leaving thoughts mid-sentence, making Zayn guess what he was trying to say. Come morning, Zayn felt he was alone in bed, but he heard muffled music coming from the kitchen. He checked the time, and it was already quarter to eight. It was arse o'clock for him, however Harry seemed used to a certain routine, and it always involved getting up early except for the weekends when they would sleep in and have lazy afternoons.

Zayn got up, brushed his teeth, put on some sweats, remained shirtless and went to the kitchen to join his boyfriend. He saw Harry cooking, making probably pancakes. He was a sight for sore eyes. Locks were escaping his bun, and he shook his head from time to time to move them out of his eyes. He was wearing little yellow gym shorts and Zayn wondered when he brought them in the first place, but he was not complaining. Those shorts made him a fantastic ass and his legs... they looked infinite. He was dancing to the sound of Shania Twain and her Man! I feel like a woman! jam.