Harry and Zayn have been dating for a year now and officially a couple for half of it. So far, it has been the best months of Harry's life. Although their relationship remains as a well-kept secret, Harry doesn't mind. To him, it is the best option right now because if any member of Zayn's family or the media finds out about Zayn having a committed relationship with a member of the same sex, there's a big chance of Zayn getting hurt and he doesn't want that. He is content to stay in their own little piece of heaven with no one sticking their nose in their business. It is just him and Zayn, happily in love with each other.
Snapped out of his thoughts, Harry feels the nudge of a wet nose against his shin. He looks down with a smile and spots Eclair, the dachshund that Zayn brought to the shelter months ago and the one that Harry adopted a month later, staring at him with puppy dog eyes, his tail wagging. Harry scoops him up and cuddles him close to his chest.
"Hey, Eclair," Harry coos. He then sighs heavily, gently squeezing the pups' small body. "I miss your papa. Do you think he misses us?"
Eclair licks under Harry's jaw, comforting him. Zayn is at LA for a business trip. It has been two weeks now that Harry hasn't seen his boyfriend and it is the longest that they've gone without seeing each other. He misses him terribly, despite the long skype calls and chats. Harry wants to hold Zayn in his arms, warm and solid. He wants to kiss Zayn's lips and caress his cheeks. He needs him.
"He's been gone too long."
Eclair barks loudly and squirms, trying to get out of Harry's arms. Harry puts the dog down, watching as he runs around and plays with his toys. He lays on the couch, curling up and imagining Zayn is behind him, always his big spoon.
A few moments later, there is a knock on Harry's door. With a confused frown, Harry gets up to answer it. Honestly, no one has knocked on Harry's door for ages. With regards to his rent, Harry pays Liam on time. He doesn't order take out and shops online, thus no pizza delivery boy or courier is going to knock on his door. As for visitors, Niall has been MIA since the day he left Harry to return to Ireland and hasn't called Harry once, so he's definitely out of the options. And Zayn? Well, he has a spare key to Harry's flat that he can just use to enter.
To be on the safe side, Harry peeks through the peephole to check the identity of the person outside. He frowns, confused, when he sees only the top of the bloke's head and the massive bouquet of flowers that is obscuring the stranger's face from his view. Harry is a bit hesitant to open the door but does so, anyway, hearing Eclair bark loudly.
"Hey, umm, what can I help you with?" Harry greets the unknown person. He yelps when the big bunch of flowers is shoved into his hands. Harry's green eyes fall to the strange mix of dandelion, fully bloomed red roses and some yellow flowers, which he doesn't know the name of, and misses the self-satisfied smirk of the bloke infront of him.
"Dandelion, it means wish come true and happiness."
Harry's gaze snaps up and towards Zayn who is, apparently, his visitor. He gapes in surprise, eyes wide.
"You're my wish come true, my happiness, Harry," Zayn continues. He steps inside Harry's flat and locks the door behind himself. "The fully bloomed roses mean gratitude. I am beyond thankful for having you in my life, my love."
By now, Zayn has Harry cornered against the wall. He leans close to Harry's face, grinning. There is merely an inch between their lips and, although, aching for a taste of Harry's mouth, Zayn finishes his little speech. "Finally, primrose, which means I can't live without you. Because I truly cannot, Haz."
Harry, without any further ado, places his free hand behind Zayn's head, bridging the gap between them and pulling him in for a much needed kiss. The contact of their lips is by no means innocent or sweet; it's searing and breathtaking. Harry's fingers are entangled in Zayn's freshly-cut hair while Zayn tongue is engaged in a playful dance with Harry's very own. Zayn's hands then sneakily creep underneath Harry's ratty shirt to rest comfortably on the younger lad's warm skin. Harry shivers and breaks the kiss to pant against Zayn's mouth, "Welcome home, love."
Zayn chuckles, pecking Harry's lips in quick successions. "Thank you, baby," he croons, squeezing Harry's hips. "Were you surprised?"
"Did you not see how far my jaw dropped when I realized it was you infront of me?" Harry teases. It is a testament to how much the two have gotten closer over time because Harry is no longer always so shy around Zayn. He even teases and jokes with him now.
Zayn pretends to think about it. He leans back, away from Harry's personal bubble and taps his chin. "I did," he confirms. Then, a shit-eating grin stretches across his lips. "I even saw a couple of flies enter your mouth, actually."
Harry pretends to be offended. "You did not," he yelps, laughing towards the end.
"Alright fine, I didn't," Zayn responds with his own amused chuckle. He bends down and takes his shoes off, placing them neatly besides Harry's beloved chelsea boots.
The couple moves to the dining table, where Harry starts to fix the flowers into a vase full of clean water. He works quickly and efficiently, almost like a seasoned florist. Because Zayn has always given Harry flowers and the curly-haired lad likes putting them on display, he has learned the skills over time.
"Do you want anything, Zayn? A glass of water? Tea? I've got day old bread that I can use for a quick pudding if you'd like," Harry fusses.
Zayn shakes his head. "I ate on the plane ride home, love."
Harry nods in understanding. Suddenly, a tiny body trots in and zooms past Harry to cling to Zayn's leg. "Ah."
"However," Zayn says, picking Eclair up and hugging the dog gently. "I am terribly low in my vitamin U and in dire need of cuddles."
That gets Zayn a precious laugh from Harry, who gazes at him with loving green eyes. "Well then, I'm glad to inform you that you've come to the right place. Vitamin me is abundant here and I'm not the one to brag, but I give healing cuddles."
An hour later, cuddled on top of Harry's single bed are the two lovers, holding each other tightly even in their sleep.
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Forget Me Not (Zayn/Harry; Mpreg AU)
FanfictionThe two of them came from different sides of the spectrum; Harry Styles is poor, barely able to survive every single day of his lonely life, while Zayn Malik is rich, both in wealth and love, but he still feels something missing in his life. Fate le...
