Once in a lifetime

Chapter 33 Maliks

After Zayn fucked Harry in the shower as demanded, they had breakfast and left to the airport. They were early, but Harry requested they make a quick stop at their favourite flower shop to get some arrangements for their moms. Zayn agreed, as he had had the same idea, Harry beat him to it, though, as he called to let them know exactly what and how he wanted them. In the car, Zayn was messing with him, pestering about his obsessive-compulsive tendencies.

"Babe, just accept it, yeah?"

"Shuddup, Zayn."

"Babe...just say it. It ain't that bad. You have to embrace it and the world will be brighter."

"No. I have shit to embrace."

"I love your pouty voice, I wanna kiss you."

"You are not kissing me for the rest of the day."

"Meanie. C'mon, let me kiss you, we are in a red light."

"Go away."

"Aight, then just say, I'm a control freak. S' not that hard and you know you are."

"For fuck's sake. M' not a control freak. M' not accepting shit."

"I love my pouty king. But you are living on denial, love, and that's not good, yeah?"

"I swear to God, if I didn't love you as much, I would've kicked your arse already."

"Uhm, my little princess is upset? That's a new one. I like a mean princess."

"Zzzz, let me be. I like things to be done in a certain way, my way, because if they do it my way it will be done properly. That enough?"

"Yes, love. You just admitted you are a control freak. M' proud."

"Oh, fuck me."

"Anytime, sweetheart."

"Shuddup." Harry said, trying to sound aggravated, but he just managed to sound cute. He was trying to hide a grin behind his fist, but Zayn saw it. Messing with Harry was the funniest shit ever. He got all pouty and stroppy, and at end he would say he was not kissing him anymore and five minutes later was leaning for kisses.

When they got to the shop, Zayn went to pick the arrangements up and requested Harry to wait in the car to help him with the door. When Zayn saw them, he frowned. How was it that Harry was so keen on saying he was not artsy or creative like him? Harry had such delicate taste to combine stuff, making something already beautiful look even more so.

"I certainly hope they left them as your OCD demands it, love because sure as hell m' not going back there with these massive things. They are gorgeous." Harry inspected them carefully and smiled.

"M' satisfied, yeah. They do know how to follow orders. We can go now." Zayn looked at him fondly and laughed. There was so much more of Harry than what meets the eye.

"I love you, Haz. Let's go get our moms."

The rest of the ride they made it in a comfortable silence, only broken by the joined playlist they created. Zayn, being a chill, introvert kind of person enjoyed the silences a lot. Harry was a chirpy, fluffy ball of colour, noise, and happiness and yet, he was perfectly able to read Zayn and understand when he was longing for some alone time with his mind.

When they go to the airport, Zayn got out of the car and asked Harry to wait, so he could open the door for him. Harry leered, showing a full dimply smile. When Zayn opened the door and reached out for Harry, he smiled even more, if that was possible. When he was also out of the car, Zayn made a little curtsy and Harry giggled.

"Idiot. I love you." He said, bending down to retrieve the arrangements. Each one had one, Harry had Trisha's and Zayn Anne's. They started walking, holding hands looking for the gate where the Maliks would be showing at.