Mine [Zarry]

Five

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Zayn.

He was the first one to react in any way. He was the first one to realize Harry's grip on his hands was loosening and his face was inching closer as he probably wasn't focusing on holding the raven haired boy hostage anymore. He took the chance and moved his hands out of his grip, turning his head to the side. Harry's lips met with his jaw instead and immediately after that, he felt more pressure on his body and he widened his eyes, because, well, Harry ground his hips down onto Zayn's.

"Fuck, Harry, no, stop, get.. Get out, come on," Zayn was desperate now, he just wanted to dry himself off and go eat some breakfast but no. Why would it be a normal morning?

Harry shook his head and his lips travelled down onto the boy's neck, biting onto his skin and again, Zayn's vision went blank, knees giving out. But the hybrid had his arms around his waist so he certainly wouldn't be falling.

This time, the raven haired boy didn't feel on fire. It was more of a tickle sensation, the good kind of tickle. It went from his neck where Harry's lips touched, down to his chest and spread around, going to his tummy. It was like soft touches, a caressing on his skin. It didn't leave him breathless and begging for more, no. This time it made him relax and feel protect. He felt like he was put into safety, into warmth, into a pool full of deep feelings. But he wasn't drowning. He was floating on the surface with no fear of going down.

Harry slowly pulled away and Zayn had his sight back within so minute. He looked at the hybrid, blinking lazily as he looked back still him with bright, shiny eyes.

Harry marked him again. It stung, tickled, was itchy and everything else all at the same time. It felt unreal and overwhelming. And he really needed to be alone now. Zayn let out a deep sigh as he stared into Harry's eyes. But the hybrid dropped his gaze and tilted his head, exposing his neck. Did it work both ways? Did he have to bite Harry too?

He slowly shook his head and that's when the hybrid stormed off. He heard door slamming shut and he swallowed. It wasn't the front door though so it was all good.. Not really. But he got himself all dressed up and ready anyways before heading out of the bathroom and to his bedroom. Hopefully, Harry would be there. He really felt bad now.

He walked inside and yup, there it was. A big bump under the sheets. And the sniffles coming from it made Zayn feel even worse. He walked to the bed, calling out his name softly but he didn't really get any reaction. He sat on the bed and nibbled on his lower lip.

"Harry," He tried again, "Come and eat breakfast with me," he offered but again, nothing happened. He reached over to try and pull the duvet off of Harry but it turned out the boy was holding onto it tightly as if he knew that Zayn would do it.

"Come on," The raven haired boy groaned and gently pushed at the lump, just to receive a grunt, "Kitty," he murmured then as he poked what seemed to be Harry's back. The bot immediately peeked out from under the duvet, his ears up attentively. "What?" Zayn asked, feeling slightly embarrassed. He felt like he was warming up to the lad, a tiny little bit that is, "You, uh, you like it when I call you kitty?" He didn't have to wait for a response for long because Zayn was scrambling onto his lap, leaving the duvet completely messed up behind him.

It was so weird. The littlest kind of affection turned Harry into this fluffy and happy creature, as if the reason he was sad for before has disappeared. It made Zayn wonder. Has he ever had the chance to experience this kind of affection? Or any affection at all? He's been so focused on pushing Harry away that he didn't even take the boy's past into consideration.

"Yeah," Harry smiled shyly, straddling Zayn's lap and nuzzling up into his neck, nose brushing over the mark, making the older lad shiver, "Your kitty," he whispered carefully, moving closer to press against the other boy's chest.

Zayn opened his mouth and hesitated a little, looking down at the hybrid, "My kitty," he said eventually, a hint of shyness in his voice but it was enough to make Harry purr happily and squeeze him tightly, "So, uh, breakfast," he reminded him and just like that, he pulled Zayn up and dragged him away to the kitchen, making him speechless.

The affection.

It had to be the thing. The key. He wanted to talk with Harry about it but he wasn't sure if he'd like it. Or maybe there should be Liam with them as well, since he's better with words and talking with people who talk about their horrible past.

The breakfast passed quick, they just ate some toast with cheese and tomato, along with a cup of tea. It all seemed to be calm, practically normal yet Zayn felt tension in the air. Something was off and he wasn't sure what. He's hoped that his gut feeling wasn't that bad and maybe it was because he's eaten too much cheese or something.

He sat with Harry, turning on the tv and wondered where the others went to. Niall and Liam must have gone to patrol the surroundings, like usual and Liam was probably at work. So that left Harry and Zayn alone. And the hybrid must have caught on because he was moving incredibly close to his owner and his hand was sliding over his thigh, almost over his crotch. Cheeky.

"Harry," Zayn began then as he turned his head to the hybrid and took his hand in his own instead, holding it loosely. It made Harry blush though and he looked at their hands in admiration. They just looked so so good, so nice and Zayn's hands were so nice to hold, small yet strong and so beautiful. He wanted to hold nothing but his hands for the rest of his life. "Why.. Why were you in the forest all alone?"

Harry tensed slightly and sighed, "Bad," he murmured, "I was bad," he added, furrowing his eyebrows. He seemed to be thinking, "I clawed and bit and hissed," he nodded and shrugged as if it wasn't a big thing, "Didn't want to do stuff," he shifted and hid his face in Zayn's arm.

"But you weren't bad when I found you," Zayn licked his lips, "You were pretty much the opposite.. But I'm guessing you were thrown, uh, away, yeah?" He didn't really dare to ask what stuff he didn't want to do. But it was easy to guess, unfortunately.

"Yeah," Harry murmured sadly, "It's better now," he stated and looked up to smile at the raven haired lad softly before kissing his cheek, "The old owner.. He-.. He hit a lot. He was drunk, too," he sighed, "I was bought for his daughter," he chuckled a little, "I don't like girls. As you can tell," he giggled quietly, "Always wanted to have.. um.. To be with a boy," he murmured.

Zayn nodded a little. He's always liked boys as well. Even though he was introduced to tons of girls and his father chose those that would be exactly his type if only he preferred girls.

"I see.. So, you don't have a good experience with people then," He hummed quietly and sighed, "In this house everyone is nice and respectful," he told him, "Except Louis, I guess," he chuckled, "But yeah, nothing like that is going to happen to you here," Zayn smiled a bit, kinds of surprised with how nice he's been to the hybrid just now but it was good to see Harry relax and be happy so maybe being so cold to him was kind of a bad idea.

Harry wanted to speak some more, but the front door opened to reveal Louis. Zayn wanted to hit him with the 'oh we were just talking about you' but the look on his face made him gulp.

Bad news.

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Hiiiii again, I am really inspired for this and I am so glad people are commenting and voting, I spent all my day smiling and looking at the comments.

Anyways, Pillowtalk. That is what also inspired me to write, I am so so proud of Zayn!!

What do you guys think of the chapter? :D