Once in a lifetime

Chapter 37 Paintball

Zayn stopped teasing Harry, though the idea Harry sounded like a little piggy sticked in his mind. He asked Harry to sing again Sweet Creature, and Harry indulged, however he asked Zayn to sing along, and they sung it together. Zayn had heard the song so many times he'd be able to sing it by himself, yet he didn't care. It was his fucking song; his man wrote it for him, so he was allowed to know it by heart.

Few hours later, Zayn woke up to a snoring noise. He lifted his head, confused. He noticed they had fallen asleep, and Harry was, of course, snoring on the phone. He had put him on speaker just in case they didn't notice when they fall asleep, which was exactly what happened, and he didn't want to drop his phone. He smiled, moving the phone to Harry's pillow. That way, Zayn at least would feel him closer.

He woke up again, and the first thing he noticed was it was morning already. Harry was still snoring next to him, well, on the phone next to him. He had been awakened by noises on his flat. Probably, his mother was up and cooking something. He smirked, feeling like a teen again. He didn't want to hang up, but he felt like he needed to get up or his mother would cook for an entire army and would empty his food stash. He sent a text to Harry, saying good morning, that he loved him and that he could hardly wait to see him later on. He asked him to call when he woke up, too. He hung up and took a quick shower, considering it was arse o'clock, not even eight. He brushed his teeth and went to the kitchen.

He was having breakfast with his parents when Harry called, asking how they were feeling and if they still wanted to go to play paintball. Zayn asked, and Yaser and Trisha were surprisingly good. Jetlag hit them last night and after few hours of sleep they were feeling good already. Zayn told him so, and they agreed to meet at eleven so they could have lunch after the paintball round. The rest of the boys would be notified by Harry.

Around ten thirty, just before they left, Zayn texted Harry as if he called, he knew they wouldn't be able to restrain themselves and they would end up having phone sex again.

Z: Missed you, babe, but hearing your snoring made it a bit more bearable.

H: I don't snore! How do you know I was snoring anyways? I missed you too, m' getting used to spooning and m' starting to have a hard time to fall asleep when you are not there with me.

Z: I woke up at some point because of your snoring, Harold. I didn't hang up, though. I was able to sleep again just 'cause I put my phone on your pillow.

H: So sweet, baby. Did your parents put you through inquisition too? Or is it just a Twist trait?

Z: Nah, is a Malik's too. I didn't say much, I said we would all talk about it together. So, I guess they'll be back at it at lunch.

H: I said something similar, that I wanted to talk about it when you and your parents were around.

Z: Well, we know what we want, don't we? So we good, babe. Don't overthink, yeah?

H: Yeah, yeah we know. Just drives me crazy the type of things a mother can ask, sometimes. Jeez.

Z: Tell me about it. Baba is worse than mom. I'll see you in a bit, love. We should get going. Love ya.

At eleven, all Maliks were downstairs waiting for Harry and the rest of the boys. Shawn would probably join them after lunch, same as Katie, so they would have enough cars to move around. Liam was the first to arrive and greet all of them. They were chatting about the gallery and the upcoming show when Harry and his family arrived. They were just missing Lou and Niall. Zayn introduced Liam and he started telling them how Zayn and he found the gallery, how they worked on it when the other boys arrived.