A race to your heart (Zarry AU)

6.- Midnight 🏁

Zayn's POV

The city is sleeping, the only sound is the distant hum of traffic. I have been partying with some friends all night, it's late and I need him.

I've been thinking of him all the fucking week after that kiss and how he reacted to my touch.

Without thinking much I took out my phone and dialed his number.

"Hey,"  he answered with a sleepy and sexy deep voice that it's gonna be the death of me.

"Sorreh, damn! It's late and I woke you, didn't I? I didn't see the hour. Fuck, I just needed to hear your voice. I need you, Haz," I said without thinking.

"Zee?... What's going on?" he asked.

"It's one of those nights, y'know?" I let out honestly. "I just need to be with someone," I said. I just want to be with him.

He hesitated for a moment, then sighed. "Alright, erm... come over. I'll text you the address," He said and my heart did a summersalt.

"Alright, see ya in a bit, yeah?" I let out.

Is this a booty call? No, it isn't.
It's Harry, not a random conquest. I thought as I went out of the pub and, dialed my driver to pick me up.

Harry's POV

I was stirring in my half-slumber when the sudden vibration shattered the silence. The phone lights up my nightstand in the black.

Groggily, I fumbled for the device, squinting at the glowing screen to see his name and my heart felt like exploding

"Hey," I mumbled.

"Sorreh, damn! It's late and I woke you, didn't I? I didn't see the hour. Fuck, I just needed to hear your voice. I need you, Haz," Zayn's voice crackled through the phone. He was slurring the words. Most likely he is drunk.

My heart racing as I'm trying to shake off the sleep. "Zee... What's going on?" I asked turning on the light beside my headboard and rubbing my eyes.

"It's one of those nights, y'know?" Zayn's voice carried a hint of vulnerability. "I just need to be with someone."

I hesitated for a moment, then I sighed. "Alright, erm... come over. I'll text you the address." I found myself saying.

Yes, I'm that easy when it comes to him.

The click of the call ending signaled Zayn's imminent arrival.

I quickly got out of my bed, peeking around my dimly lit apartment, and straightened a few things preparing for my unexpected guest.

The air was thick with a mix of anticipation and uncertainty.

I didn't know what those words from Zayn meant. "I need you." He sounded drunk and probably, horny.

I remember how eager for action he gets when he smokes. It wasn't that often, since we went through some random drug testing during the season, but when he smoked and we were hanging out, he was the one who always initiated to go and look for some "birds for the night".

But now it was different, Zayn wanted me. Or so I thought.

In a rush, I took a quick shower to wash away the nervousness. And after a while a soft knock echoed through my silent apartment, and I opened the door to find Zayn standing there, looking troubled in his dark jeans and Nikes.

The pale glow from the lonely hallway painted shadows on his face, emphasizing his perfect features.

Without a word, Zayn stepped inside, and I closed the door behind him. The atmosphere between us crackled with unspoken tension. In the hushed peace of my flat, we found relief in each other's presence.

Like old times.

The room seemed to shrink as we stood there, suspended in a moment of shared need. I needed him too.

"Babe, I'm sorry I didn't call you after the other night..." Zayn said lowly looking at me and approaching for a tender kiss.

It felt like finding water in the desert.

His eyes met mine, silently conveying the depth of his emotions.

There was a rawness in the air, in this open space, our connection was both tender and fragile, like a delicate thread holding us together.

"Zee..." I whispered looking at him with desire and curiosity as he continued kissing me.

Zayn deepened the kiss, licking my lower lip and tasting it. "God, I miss you so much," he said while grabbing my head and then going down to my small back and pulling me closer to his eager body.

"Let's... erm... my... bedroom," I said between heated kisses, and he just nodded.

I led the way and he held me from behind kissing my neck and shoulders.

"I've always loved your smell. Vanilla, innit?" he said and I just nodded sitting down on the edge of my bed.

"You're beautiful," he whispered taking off his shirt as I lay down.

"Am I?" I let out. I can't believe that I have Zayn in my bedroom saying those words to me.

A lot of times I thought he rejected me because he found me disgusting or not pleasing enough to watch to even put his beautiful eyes on me.

"Yeah. You're breathtaking, Haz," Zayn said kneeling in front of me. "Do you know how many times I've dreamed about having you in my bed?" Zayn whispered, nudging my nose. "Well, now yours," he chuckled and kissed me, as he rubbed my thighs and pulled down my pajama bottoms leaving me only in my underwear.

"You have?" I asked surprised and feeling like a little lad in front of his older crush.

"Of course. Is this alright?" Zayn asked me before continuing to strip off his clothes and mine. I nodded. "Okay," Zayn smirked.

"This must be a fucking dream," I thought with my eyes closed and savoring Zayn's drunken kisses as he pushed me gently onto my mattress.

I felt him straddling me going down my chest kissing and touching me all over like a madman. Inhaling my scent like it was his fix.

All of a sudden he had me in his mouth and he was deep-throating me.

"Oh, fuck! That feels... so good!" I said out loud.

Zayn looked up grinning like a devil
as he was sucking me off and savoring my cock in his mouth. He kept sucking like his life depended on it until I came inside and he proudly swallowed.

"Delicious," he mouthed as he looked at me.

As the night unfolded outside, oblivious to the intimate exchange within the walls of my flat. Time seemed to pass too slowly in the dimly lit room, creating a shelter for the two of us.

We both needed this.

I felt his gaze fixed on me spent on the bed naked and drained by him. Then I heard a camera shutter.

"What are you doing?" I asked as I opened my eyes.

"Just... enjoying my view," Zayn said smirking.

"Delete it," I replied with a lazy smile.

"Why? I'd like to have it as a reminder of tonight," he said teasing me.

I could notice the deep feelings that we had held for each other for, what seemed, forever. 

Every stolen glance, every shared laugh on the track, had only intensified my feelings for him.

"Com'ere, babe," Zayn said as he sat against the headboard of my king-sized bed with his arms open motioning me to cuddle next to him. I obliged and he kissed me.

We kissed a lot.

Tonight, beneath the veil of passion and lust, I couldn't escape the truth: I wanted more than just stolen moments.

As I stared into his perfect features and as the moonlight reflected on our naked bodies, a knot tightened in my chest.

"Why did we... drifted apart, Zayn?" I asked in a low voice looking up at him.