Once in a lifetime

***Special #1 Zayn's B-Day Present***

*This is the first birthday they spend together after they met. *

"Harreh?" When Zayn got to his place after receiving Harry's text, he was anxious. The good kind of anxious, though. There was this nervousness crawling all up his body, wishing to see his man. Ever since Harry told him he had gotten a Dorothy costume, Zayn had insisted multiple times for him to wear it, getting an utter denial for response. Harry wanted to keep it for a special occasion and what could be better than Zayn's birthday? They already had a big party with all their friends and probably Lou would never let him live it down because Harry out of the love from his heart chose the Minions as a theme, knowing Zayn loves them.

Now, however, was the time to celebrate in private. He found a small sticky note at the door, just saying Follow the yellow brick road and he was itching to find his Dorothy already. Harry had this way of making everything he did extra special. He would always say it was Zayn who kept doing extraordinary things for him, but Harry failed to see how big of an impact he made whenever he was doing something for Zayn.

His furniture was a little rearranged, couch moved slightly to free space to make the yellow road Harry meant. It looked like a carpet, actually, but Harry had put those curious little fake candle lights all over, to guide him, because the rest of the lights were down. Harry didn't reply when Zayn called, but he could hear music coming out of the bedroom.

He took the hoodie off, it was freezing outside but he was getting hotter and hotter. He found a glass of wine on his way, and he smiled, it was Harry's favourite. Red wine and ginger ale. He sipped, took a deep breath, and opened the door, which was half-closed. Why I love you from Major hit him, flooding his mind with the memory of the first time they said I love you. He smiled fondly.

Zayn could've had millions of ideas of how Harry would look like, but he was not nearly prepared for what he saw. Harry was sitting on a bench that looked like it was made of hay, upper part of his body leaning upfront, resting his weight on his thighs, head down. He was beautiful. He was fucking beautiful, and Zayn just gasped at the sight making Harry lift his head and stared at him.

"Hey baby. Welcome home and happy birthday." He said, with a sheepish smile, like he wanted to run.

"Fucking hell, Haz. You look so gorgeous, babe. Let me see that properly. Would you stand up for me?"

"Mhm, sure. You like it?" Harry asked still a bit scared of Zayn being weirded out by his tastes. However, Zayn proved him wrong one more time, putting Harry's mind at ease when Harry stood up, grabbing a little cute lunch basket, crossing his legs to try to sooth himself up. Zayn eye-fucked him from top to bottom, it was like he was unwrapping a present and Harry felt how he was getting hard just with the dirty glance Zayn gave him.

"I love it, you know that. I love when you dress up for me like that. I love watching how comfortable you seemed wearing female clothing. I love how hard you can get me without even touching me."

"I still can't believe you developed a kink out of this, though."

"S' not that, babe, it's actually you. You have no idea how fucking hot you look when you are your truest self, love. When you let go of all those chains and you just live. I get to see it and I told you this before, but I'll tell you again, I swear you glow, Haz, and all I want, all I ever wanted s' in front of me, right now."

"Yeah?" Harry said, trying to sound cool but he was at the verge of tears.

"Yes, babe. Now, can you spin a little for me too? I want a good look before I get you off it." Zayn said, sipping again from his glass. He saw Harry's smirk and he knew what was coming. Harry did turn, alright, but before he completed the circle, he wiggled his ass, offering himself to Zayn, who only growled like the animal he was starting to feel, like he could've just devoured Harry right then and there.