Intersection [ZARRY]

42

Zayn lay beneath a sweaty Harry in their bed. He called it theirs now. It didn’t matter that Harry had one next door.

“It’s after midnight. Happy birthday. That was your birthday fuck. That’ll be our new tradition. I’ll fuck you senseless on every one of your birthdays.”

Zayn shook his head with a smile on his lips.

“Is that the only time you’re going to fuck me? On my birthday? And is that all I get?”

“What? My magic dick isn’t enough for you?” Harry teased.

Zayn cupped his ass. “It’s more than enough. Your dick, your ass. I want
it all.”

“Good. Then I’ll fuck you with it every day if you want. By the way, you’re taking the day off work tomorrow.”

Zayn looked at him even though it was too dark to really see him. “I can’t take off at the last minute.”

“You’re not. Everyone knew but you. I’m a fucking perfect boyfriend. I went and talked to them. That Henry guy is going in for you. There’s a shit ton of meat marinating at Taylor’s. She’ll bring it over. My mom is making her famous potato salad—it’s not as good as your potatoes, but they’re a
close second.”

Zayn cupped the back of Harry’s head, threading his fingers through his hair.

“You did all that for me?”

Harry had planned a party for him. Harry’s
family was coming. Anne had called him a couple of weeks back to apologize for her behavior, and to let Zayn know that it was never about him.

She was happy to have Zayn as a part of their family. It meant the world to him, almost made him pick up the phone and call his own mom, but he couldn’t. Not if she wouldn’t accept Harry.

“I did. I want you to have everything.”

“I do,” Zayn replied easily. Still...there was a part of him who wished, who hoped, that he could have just a little bit more. He wanted his family.

Doniya would come, if he asked. He knew that. He’d confided in her often lately. She enjoyed hearing how happy Zayn was with Harry.

Waliyah and Safaa would probably come, too. Zayn had never spent a birthday away
from his family.

“Well, yeah, you have me.”

Zayn chuckled, but didn’t really feel it. He missed them, missed them so fucking much he could hardly stand it. But he wouldn’t give in, either.

As much as he wanted to, he knew he couldn’t invite his sisters. The last thing
he wanted was to cause a rift between them and his mom. And it would, too.

“You okay, baby?” Harry ran a hand through the hair on his chest.

“A little sad, but I’m okay. Thank you...for tomorrow. It’s perfect.”

“It hasn’t happened yet.”

“It’s still perfect.”

***

“You’re not supposed to be the one to come out and help me, hot neighbor
Zayn. It’s your birthday!” Taylor said to him when Zayn came out to help her get things out of the car.

“Stop calling my boyfriend that.”

“You’re right. I’m sorry. I don't know what I was thinking! You’re not supposed to help, hot live-in boyfriend, Zayn. It’s your birthday.”

Harry ruffled her hair like she was a kid and Taylor yelled at him. Zayn loved watching the two of them together. They were about as close as two people could be, he thought. But it wasn’t romantic. Anyone could see that.