You (Zarry AU)💚💛

You don't deserve this

After Silas walked Harry to his dorm, they just talked a little and he left him to rest.

"What a day..." Harry whispered closing the door. He watched his clock and it was almost two in the morning. He took a shower before going to bed, and right before he was about to change a heavy knock landed on his door.

"What the...?" he said. "Wait," he shouted, but they knocked again ignoring him and he reluctantly approached it.

"Who is this?!" he asked.

"Meeeee... Erm, Zayn," he drawled and Harry immediately opened the door when Zayn was ready to knock again.

"Zayn, what the hell? It's... late. Are you okay?" Harry said, grabbing the towel that was around his waist.

Zayn's eyes traveled up and down his naked chest.

"I wanted to see you," Zayn said slurring the words.

"You're drunk," Harry said noticing Zayn's bloodshot eyes. "And high," he whispered.

"I was at the party and I couldn't stop thinking about you, babe," Zayn confessed and chuckled. "Whoopsie, I shouldn't be calling you that anymore. Because... we're friends, right?" he chuckled.

Harry was silent.

He could feel Zayn's gaze again all over his body.

"You're not in your right mind," Harry said as Zayn pushed the door letting himself in. Harry looked around and he put on his T-shirt.

"I saw your boyfriend leaving," Zayn said in a jealous tone.

"He... he's not my boyfriend Zayn," Harry said.

"Good. Because.." Zayn said looking at him with those hazel and beautiful eyes.

"Zayn... wha... what do you want? You're drunk and high... and maybe someone is waiting for you," Harry said remembering Zayn's blonde friend.

"I wanted to see you, I told you that. I... I miss you so fucking much, babe," Zayn said approaching him and grabbing his face. Harry felt a pang in his stomach at his touch.

Butterflies, again.

Zayn has always been straightforward with everything he wants and with his feelings for Harry.

"And where is... Hunter? It was her name right?" Harry said. He couldn't help to smell the hard liquor mixed with cigarettes in his warm breath.

He missed Zayn too, he'd been missing him all this time but he was in denial. It wasn't until tonight that he had that feeling when he saw him with that girl that he realized he was... jealous of her.

He was thinking how he'd like to be her in that moment. He thought how much he wanted her long blond hair, her touch on Zayn. And maybe then
he would want him back just as much he wanted her.

But now that he has Zayn in front of him, he felt butterflies when he touched his face, butterflies when he called him "babe" like he used to, butterflies when he had those pink and parted lips an inch away from his.

"Don't push me away, please," Zayn grabbed Harry's hands carefully and kissed his bandaged wrists.

"I... I still want you, Harry," Zayn said looking at those green eyes that he'd been missing so much.

"Zayn, I..." Harry whispered.

He couldn't find the words to say at that moment. He was feeling so much and, a turmoil of thoughts was going through his head.

Then Zayn kissed him.

He'd lie if he said that he didn't want Zayn to kiss him at that moment. His lips were desperate, eager, and full of passion. He let him explore his mouth thoroughly, caressing his tongue with his in a way that he didn't know he missed.