Dedicated to TemptingWilderness for an abundance of lovely comments. It really meant a lot, and motivated me to write again.
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Harry's POV~
I glanced over at Zayn to see tears in his eyes, and a big smile holding up his cheeks. "I can't believe you knew and didn't tell me." I teased.
"It wasn't mine to tell. Besides, I only recently found out." He explained, kissing my cheek. "Besides, you're horrible at keeping secrets."
"I am not." I gasped dramatically, making us both crack up.
"I know." He said sweetly, and smiled once we calmed down.
"Good. You should also know if you ever propose to me in front of a group of people, I will say no, and make you do it all over again in private." I warned, tracing the tattoos on his arm. He laughed, a big billowy laugh, that makes your stomach flutter.
"What makes you think I'm going to propose to you? Whose to say I don't want you to propose to me?" He teases, and I slap him playfully on the shoulder. "I'm kidding, I promise I won't do it in front of people."
"Good." I nod. "Also, I expect a puppy."
"What?" He furrows his brows.
"A puppy, and a ring. And maybe some ice cream...But not the huckleberry kind. I hate that one." I explain, before taking another sip of water.
"You're joking..right?" He asks cautiously.
"Yes. But not about the ice cream, I really do hate Huckleberry." I admit, and he laughs.
"I'll keep that in mind." He said, a slight grin on his face.
"Good." I smiled, and he pulled me close.
"Ten seconds till midnight!" Louis shouted, and everyone began counting down.
Nine..
Eight..
Seven..I glanced around at everyone's smiling faces.
Six..I felt Zayn's hand on my cheek, pulling my fave towards his.
Five...His eyes glistened in the moonlight.
Four...He smiled wide, teeth and all.
Three.. "I love you." He whispered.
Two... "I love you." I reply.
One... "I know."
He leaned in and kissed me as the air around us erupted in cheers. In that moment all the air had been sucked out of my lungs, my cheeks burned, and the hairs on my skin rose. And I never wanted it to end.
But it did, and eventually everyone returned to their beds. However sleeping wasn't what I had in mind, not yet anyway. Zayn lifted his shirt off by the collar and tossed it to the ground. "Still want to make it a twelve?" He smirked.
"Nah. I changed my mind." I shrugged, and his shoulders sagged. "I want to make it a thirteen." I said, and he smirked.
"You tease." He said lowly, pulling my shirt off.
"And you talk to much." I said, crashing my lips onto his as I fumbled with the zipper on his pants, finally pushing them down enough so he could step out of them as we tumbled onto the bed.
"I want you to fuck me this time." Zayn breathed out when we finally broke for air.
"Fuck. Yeah. Okay." I gasped between kisses.
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