Once in a lifetime

Chapter 40 Freaks

They kissed one more time, washed their mouths and left the loo as fast as they could, hand in hand, laughing like maniacs. Hopefully, no one will ever know what they had just done in a fucking public loo, in a paintball arena, it will stay, as many other things, like their inside joke whenever they revisit the day on the get together days with their families. Their kinkiness and freakiness would remain private, for their eyes and ears only.

They found a nice big tree, as Zayn allegedly' s original idea was, so they sat, Zayn against the tree and Harry back to chest. Zayn opened one of the little yellow paint bags and soaked his index finger in it. He started drawing the promised alien on Harry's back, while they talk about anything.

"If your back starts to hurt let me know, babe. You can lay belly down on the grass, yeah?"

"Yes, love, I'll let you know. M' good now, though."

"Okay, babe." They resumed the conversation they were having, about this conspiracy theory book Harry recommended him few days back. They switch topics, Zayn highlighting how inaccurate some movies were when they tried to do certain scenes. He was complaining about the lame CPR they did, like if any of that happened in real life and Harry just listened to him, devotion dripping from his eyes.

"Yeah, but people who don't know how to give CPR think they are doing it right, baby." He said, smiling.

"That's the problem, Haz! What if someone's in that situation and they think they are doing it right because a fucking misleading movie showed it to them?"

"Mhm, you got a point. I don't think people consider that real anymore, y'know? But could happen."

"Do you know any basic first aid?"

"I know mouth to mouth. Wanna see?"

"Haz! Be serious, babe." Zayn said, laughing himself.

"Sorry, sorry. I don't know much, like I know how to stop nose bleeding, or Heimlich."

"I'll show you some more stuff when we get home, yeah? S' important to know."

"Did you quit smoking altogether? Haven't seen you smoke in a while. I've been meaning to ask."

"Yeah. Like, it helped with anxiety a fuckton, but I haven't been anxious in forever, so I don't feel the need. I do have some weed strains though, but I don't smoke them as often either."

"Nothing wrong with that anyway. Weed is legal in New York so..." Harry added with a smirk.

"That I know. Maybe if someday, you are up for it, we can have some fun with it."

"I'll definitely like to try that. As long as you take care of me, I haven't done it in ages."

"I'll always take care of you, love." Zayn leaned for a kiss and Harry corresponded.

"I think I should change positions now; my back is starting to talk to me."

"Sure thing, babe. Here, lay your head on my legs. Alien is almost done. Too bad it has to stay with the gear, is looking wicked if I might say so myself. Pictures would have to do, yeah?"

"I guess so. Speaking of which, are you taking your parents to the gallery?"

"Yeah, that's the idea. I was thinking of having yours and Gemma too. You don't want them to?"

"Oh! Yes, yes, I do. I just didn't want to like to impose them or something to you. If you don't mind..."

"Babe, they are my family too now, yeah? S' fun to spend more time all together, innit?"

"As long as I don't have to shoot you, yeah, is fun."

"You're so fucking sweet babe. You know you had to. Where would they be, by the way? Being sometime already, yeah?"