Once in a lifetime

Chapter 52 Samosas

"Sorry! M' so, so fucking sorry! M' an ass and you should be mad at me and don't speak to me again, well, not like, forever, but maybe a day, or two. M' so fucking childish. M' so sorry, baby." Zayn felt more like saw the impact of Harry body slamming him as soon as he opened the door. They almost felt to the floor, Zayn able to steady them just in time. He hugged his Harry, welcoming him back, almost crying.

"S' okay babe, I can imagine how you were feeling since yesterday and m' sorry too."

"You have nothing to be sorry about, Z. It's me who was an idiot, I couldn't support you as I should've, I wasn't listening when you said many times, he means nothing. M' a moron."

"Stop, you are nothing like that. Don't talk about yourself that way, yeah?"

"Okay, but do you forgive me? Do you wanna like, be mad at me for a bit? I deserve it."

"I don't wanna. I want to kiss you, I want to make love to you, I never want to be mad at you, babe."

"M' so sorry I made you anxious."

"How do you know I was anxious?"

"Baby, there's a cloud of smoke here and you reck of cigarettes. You hadn't smoke for months."

"I was nervous, yeah. I didn't know what to do to fix everything and I felt like you hated me."

"I would never hate you. I hate feeling so petty and toxic. You do nothing but be there for me and look at how I pay you back. You should be at least a little mad, it would make me feel better."

"How about this? I make you apologise by giving me head and you won't be able to come? And besides that, you have to get me samosas for dinner. S'that bad enough?"

"How is sucking your dick any sort of punishment? The not coming is, though. And wait, I might've taken care of the samosas part already." Harry said, walking to the door and bending to retrieve something from the floor. Zayn smiled when he recognized the packing of his favourite desi place.

"You brought me food?"

"Yeah, I wanted to appease your wrath. I knew samosas would do lovely, plus I have cravings, too."

"You know me too well, Styles. Only I wasn't mad at you, babe. I was sad because I felt I hurt you and that has never and will never be my intention. I felt awful getting your cold shoulder. Wanted to cry."

"Oh shit, don't say that to me, angel. I'll cry now. I feel like shit. I was so mad at myself, my arrogant, selfish self who couldn't be happy above jealous. If I ever make you cry in front of me, I think I'll die."

"We're good, babe. Let's put this behind us, eat these samosas while they are still warm and then I'll get that head we were talking about, yeah? Don't worry anymore."

"Tell me all about the meeting and how is the planning going."

They ate in the kitchen, Harry sitting on Zayn's lap, feeding each other. Harry told him what hell of a day he had, feeling like the total arse he was, missing Zayn and yet being too proud and stubborn to call him to go pick him up at the office. Zayn asked if he found the chicken and sweet corn pie he baked for him as dinner, and that after he made it, he needed to come back to his place, find something to do or he would keep on harassing him forever, forgetting Harry asked for space and time.

"I found it, honey. When I saw it and the note you left saying you love me more than anything and that you were sorry, when there was nothing for you to be sorry about, it was like you kick me right in the bollocks. I understood what a dickhead I was being. I didn't call because I though you wouldn't pick up."