Snow Boy [Zarry]

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"Ouch!" Harry hissed, the pan of cinnamon rolls falling out of his hands and onto the floor.

He sighed, feeling like an idiot for reaching into the oven without putting an oven mitt on first.

"What happened?" Zayn asked, coming into the kitchen after hearing the noise.

He'd been in the lounge, wondering where Harry had wandered off to.

The two had been cuddling and watching TV most of the morning, until Harry got hungry and had the idea to make breakfast for himself and Zayn.

Louis, however, was still in bed.

"I burnt my hand. I was trying to make these for us but I forgot to put the...thing on." Harry said, blowing on his fingers.

"Sorry about the mess." Harry added, looking towards the floor.

He turned the oven off with his good hand, closing it and looking at Zayn apologetically.

Zayn, however, was distracted by the way Harry looked.

He was wearing one of Zayn's shirts, which was too big for him, and a pair of boy shorts.

Zayn loved when he dressed like that.

"It's alright, kitten. You look sexy." Zayn said softly, walking over to him.

Zayn kissed Harry's burnt hand before pulling him into his arms.

Harry blushed, welcoming Zayn's embrace and wrapping his arms around Zayn's neck.

"You know...I made a really sticky mess." Harry said quietly, blushing as Zayn grabbed his ass.

"Wanna make another?" Zayn whispered hotly.

"Yeah." Harry said, fighting back a moan and bringing his lips to Zayn's.

The kisses they shared quickly became heated, and Zayn lifted Harry up onto the kitchen table, stepping between his legs.

Harry slid to the edge of the table, wrapping his legs around Zayn and tugging on his shirt as their lips met again.

Both of them started breathing harder than before, and Zayn slid his tongue past Harry's parted lips.

"You're my breakfast." Zayn told him when they parted for air.

"So you're going to eat me?" Harry smirked.

"Just might." Zayn said, sloppily kissing Harry's neck.

"Gonna eat you out." Zayn whispered into his ear.

Harry laughed, taking it as nothing but a dirty joke.

But Zayn wasn't joking.

Before Zayn could make his next move, Louis suddenly came in.

"On the table?" He asked, making a face of disgust.

Harry blushed, quickly unwrapping his legs from around Zayn and getting off of the table.

"Hey, one of you can drive me to the airport tonight, yeah?" Louis asked.

"Already?" Harry asked, his heart sinking.

"Yeah, I've got work tomorrow. Plus one of my sisters has got some sort dance thing I've been asked to attend." He said.

Harry stared at Louis for a moment.

"Can we talk in private?" He asked.

Louis frowned. "Um, of course."

"Let's go to my bedroom. You can help me pack." Louis said.

Harry and Louis walked off to the Louis' bedroom, and Harry got on the bed, not helping Louis at all.