Seven Thousand Nine Hundred And Ninety-Nine

I' ll always love you! always...

" I'll always love you..."

If anything Harry knew in this world, the only truth, the only light, the only constant star in this universe was Zayn.

 He has loved him for years and sometimes it feels like his love is so old like he has loved him from his previous lifetime. Like he has chased him for several lifetimes and still chasing him and will do so till eternity. If there's something called eternity.

He loves him more than his vintage brown diary that his grandad gave him on his tenth birthday and he loves him more than rain and now that he sees him in front of his eyes more often he loves him more than his music. It's hard to be a musician and love someone more than music. But he does cause he's Harry and the person he loves is not some random human being it's Zayn.

" You don't look like you're forty five you old man!"

" Saying someone who's already forty-six you're older than me whether you like this fact or not but you are and I love it."

"And why do you love it?"

Harry moved closer and settled himself between his legs, teasing his lips with his nose. Memories of all those years when they were so young and drunk in love flashed in front of his eyes. That energy where this man of his was unable to keep his eyes and hands away from his body.

"Cause it makes me feel I'm your baby even at forty-five with some wrinkles and weak eyesight and without that crazy sex drive. And I'll always be yours in some way, close or far always yours."

Zayn kissed him.

 Words were always the last thing through which they communicated. 

" But I would love to die before you so that I don't have to bear the grief of my lover's death."

" what about me then? How I'll bear the death of my lover"

" Then I wish we both become immortal___''

'' or die together

And Harry embraced him. That's how he would prefer his life and death, somewhere near Zayn, somewhere where the warmth of his love is not way too far, somewhere where he could hear his heartbeat, somewhere where he could just engulf himself in his smell.

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" Good morning"

"It's not our morning yet!"

" You're eighteen I cannot believe it look at you, my big boy!

" And who said I'm yours?"

Harry asked as always slowly almost to himself but he knew Zayn was listening to him. One of many reasons to love him is cause he always listens to him. Zayn moved closer and embraced him from behind engulfing himself in his warmth. Matching his heartbeat with his, touching him from head to toe, head to head, hip to hip, and soul to soul.

 "God made me and then he saw how miserable I would be without you so he made you."

 "you don't have to be mine or I don't have to be yours but we are cause that's how my heart works!"

" I'll always love you Zayn, no wife can ever replace you!"

"always."

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" I miss you."

" Where are you?"