Harry's POV
I'm currently driving to the Malik residence to finally pick up zayn with a mixed emotions curling in my abdomen. Don't get me wrong, I'm over the top excited and couldn't help but feel warm inside with just the thought of Zayn living with me. It's a huge step in our relationship which i'm going to make official tonight. A guy every girl or boy wants to be with and every boy wants to be, now i can finally officially call mine.
But after the little talk i had with Alicia at my house, my dad called me to his office and spill all of his so called 'thoughts' on me and left a little souvenir on my jaw, a purple bruise. All because Alicia couldn't keep that big mouth of hers to herself. We were on each other throats, not sexually tho geez you and your dirty minds. Curse words were thrown here and there and i don't think him knowing i'll have a boyfriend moving in with me would be a crowd pleaser. If he hurt me then that's completely fine but if he ever so pull one hair from Zayn, i swear he would regret forgetting to use the condom when he did it with my mom.I pulled on the driveway of the sapphire colored house and got off my range rover. I had cut my hair to a more decent length and rubbed my newly shaved face. I straighten the collar of my black button up shirt that was unbuttoned for the first 3 buttons. I wanted to make myself presentable even if it wasn't necessary because i really wanted to impress Trisha. I know Zayn had a really close mother and son relationship with her and by being in his mother's good side is really important since i never met his father and Zayn looks up to his mom very much. But i never really asked what happened to his father. One time when it was Fathers Day, i asked him what did he gave to his dad and his facial expression changed drastically. He went quiet the whole day and his cheery glow seems to disappear. I just thought that maybe he had problems with his dad. Well that makes the two of us.
I was brought from my reverie with the door swung open and stood a fairly tall jet black haired girl with tanned skin and hazel eyes. I recalled her name was Doniya, and let me tell you this she is the exact replica of her brother. If i'm not into guys i would totally fall head over heels for her but unfortunately i'm gay for zayn.
"HEY HARRY!" She yelp happily.
"Hey doniyaa, where's your mom and zayn?" I asked softly.
"Hey Haz" a silky voice i've grown accustomed to spoke from behind Doniya.
"Hey Z" I pulled him closer by his waist and gave his cheek a light peck.
"Okay lovebirds, i'm still here you know" Trisha spoke with a hint of playfulness on her voice and Doniya giggled." Do you want to come for tea honey?"
"I would totally love it Trish, but me and Zayn have a schedule to keep up with" i denied her offer kindly.
"What schedule?" Zayn looked at me with furrowed eyebrows.
"I'm taking you on a date!" I flashed a wide smile, revealing my pearly white teeth.
"Well, don't wanna be a cōck block then. See you guys" Trisha joked.
"Ma! Language!" Zayn laughed.
"S'not my fault you have such cool mom" Trisha giggled.
"See you soon Trisha, i'll be waiting in the car okay?" I peck him on the lips and let it linger there for a few seconds.
I lifted his luggage with ease and jogged to my range rover. Little did they know, i was watching them talk all the time. Seeing how Zayn could freely talk with his mom about anything kinda makes me jealous. I wish i had a relationship with my parents like that. They parted from the last hug and i saw Zayn walking towards me with teary eyes.
"I'm sorry, m'such a mama's boy" he wiped a loose tear that was on his cheek.
"I think it's cute" i wiped his damp cheek and kiss his buttoned nose softly.
«««»»»"BABE HURRY UP WE'RE GONNA BE LATE" i yelled.
"I would if i find the goddamn bathroom faster, this place is huge" i could hear him giggle. I jogged upstairs and opened the door to our bedroom.
"Haz, where are we going exactly?" He starred at his open luggage blankly.
"Just wear anything, you look good with anything" i sat behind him, wrapping my arms on his torso while kissing the nape of his neck.
"Or simply don't wear anything..." I whispered to his ear and smirked when i felt him shivered and made the hairs on his neck to stand up, and thats not the only thing standing up.
"Please just at-t least give me a hint" he whined with shaky breathe as my hard on poking him from behind.
"don't want to ruin the surprise now do we?" I smirked grinding on him.
"Fine but keep that in your pants and get out, your distracting me" he stood up.
"take your time princess" i smirked proudly when i heard a low groan from him while leaving the bedroom.
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