The Bank of Second Chances | Zarry

Chapter 36: Finishing What We Started

Harry was pulling Zayn so quickly he almost forgot the most cliché part of the evening.

Zayn stopped him in his tracks, which left Harry confused until Zayn picked him up bridal style and kissed him, carrying him over the threshold. Harry's face changed from confusion to pure bliss in an instant and he was ready to get the night started.

As they stepped into the home Harry was still in shock as he looked around, taking in every detail of the house. The living room was spacious and inviting, with a large fireplace and comfortable furniture.

The kitchen was modern and well-equipped, with plenty of counter space for Harry to indulge his love of cooking.

And the bedrooms, oh, the bedrooms—they were perfect for their little family, with plenty of space for the kids to grow and explore.

But what really caught Harry's attention was the master bedroom. Harry was in awe of the grandness of it all.

The room had large windows with a great view of simple living. The bed was enormous, draped in luxurious linens that invited them to sink in and lose themselves in each other's arms.

Harry turned to Zayn, his eyes glossy from his drunken haze. "Zayn, this is... I don't even have words. It's fucking perfect."

Zayn smiled, stepping closer and wrapping his arms around Harry's waist. "You're perfect."

Harry grinned, leaning into Zayn's embrace. "No babe but seriously, It's everything I've ever wanted. You thought of everything I liked and just made it happen."

"I tried," Zayn whispered, his lips brushing against Harry's lips. "I know how much you love the house, and I'd love to give you a tour but right now you have on too much clothes and I think it's a little warm in here, yeah?"

Harry looked up at him as if he was going to devour him.

Zayn's heart sped up and he pulled him closer, their bodies fitting together perfectly. "You have me right now, so take me."

They stood there in silence for a moment, wrapped in each other's arms, thinking of how perfect their day played out. It had been a whirlwind, a beautiful, emotional whirlwind, and now, in the quiet of their new home, they could finally do what they have been waiting for all night.

Zayn gently tilted Harry's chin up, capturing his lips in a slow, tender kiss. It wasn't rushed or frantic like before; it was soft. Harry melted into the kiss, his arms wrapping around Zayn's neck as he pressed closer, needing to feel every inch of him.

As the kiss deepened, Zayn guided them towards the bed, their lips never breaking apart. When they finally reached the edge of the bed, Harry pulled back slightly, his eyes locking with Zayn's. "Make love to me."

All of the blood in Zayn's body raced straight to his dick. He nodded, as his hands trembling slightly as he began to undress Harry. Every movement was deliberate, every touch was tantalizing.

Harry shivered as Zayn's hands roamed over his body, slowly removing each piece of clothing until he was standing naked before him. Zayn paused, taking a moment to drink in the sight of his husband.

"You're beautiful, Haz," Zayn murmured, as he kissed against Harry's bare skin. "So damn beautiful."

Harry blushed under Zayn's gaze, his heart pounding in his chest. He reached out, his hands sliding under Zayn's shirt, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath his fingertips. "I'm only this beautiful for you," he replied softly, his eyes never leaving Zayn's.

Zayn's breath hitched at Harry's words, and he quickly shrugged off his own clothes, eager to feel Harry against him. When they were both finally bare, Zayn gently guided Harry onto the bed, their bodies coming together in a tangle of limbs and whispered promises.