Miracle [Zarry]✔✔ Under Editing.....

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Zayn's POV

"Your kidding right?" I laughed at Harry's story.

"No I'm not." Harry blushed.

"How'd you even get her bra?" I laughed more.

He was telling me about the time when he was five and his mom caught him in her bra dancing infront of the mirror.

"It was just there laying in the hamper." He smiled.

"So why did you put it on?" I wrapped my arm around his neck to steady myself.

"She always wore them so I was just, curious..." He trailed off.

We were currently having lunch in his office at four in the afternoon. I was sat a top Harry's lap with a half eaten cheese burger and an empty box of fries with a half done coco cola, while harry was stabbing his salad with his fork and being really picky.

I don't even remember how I got on his lap I just remember being tickled and ended up there when the tickling stopped.

I don't if should be in this position with someone I dont know  very well but he is really comfy.

I took a piece of lettuce from his salad popping it into my mouth hoping he won't mind, then grabbed my half eaten burger taking a huge bit moaning at the taste which never got old.

"This is so good." I closed my eyes.

"Wait the girls have no  money." I gasped.

"Yeah they do." Harry said bluntly munching his salad."They have debit cards." I looked at him and gasped again.

"What! I can't afford that how'd they---." I was now out of Harry's lap cutting myself off when realization hit me."

Harry chuckled and I face palmed myself.

"Relax babe, sit back down." I blushed looking down.

"I'm crushing your shirt." I bit my lip.

"I don't care." He smiled taking both my hands in his one and the other under the back of my thigh pulling me swiftly over his lap this time so I'm straddling him.

A small scream left my lips and my hands flew to his chest from instinct.

Narrator's POV

Zayn look to his hands on Harry's chest and something came over him he could feel this churn in his stomach. He bit his lip and ran his hand down his chest, it's as if electricity shot through his finger tips and up his arms his breath picked up as he tugs at Harry's shirt the hem of it rising out of his pants.

His fingers grazed the skin under the shirt and zayn's teeth dug into his lip trailing his hand up to Harry's toned chest loving the feeling of how hard but soft it is against his finger tips making him shiver.

Harry has a sharp in take of air, making zayn snap back into reality.

"I'm so so sorry." Zayn bit his lip and Harry shook his head hooking his hand under zayn's chin lifting his head and placing his other hand on his waist.

"You don't have to be sorry baby, it's normal." Zayn looked into his eyes.

"What is it?" Zayn asked confused.

"Your aum, lusting." Harry states as if testing the words on his tongue.

"W-what, what's that." Zayn asked not really knowing what harry is saying.

"I don't know how to explain this to you zany," Harry furrowed his brows.

"I kinda know what you mean." Zayn spoke.