One Direction One Shots

Finally a Kiss [Zarry]

Harry smiles wider, let’s his teeth shine in the dim light and his dimples push into his cheeks and his eyes light up, and Zayn thinks that Harry is that wondrous kind of beauty that creaks in and out all the time. It takes him five seconds, maybe less, to press his lips to Harry’s smile because he wants to know if it heats as well as shines. Harry doesn’t back away all the sudden like every time before, in fact he uses his grip on Zayn’s waist to pull him closer, take Zayn’s top lip between his.

And Zayn’s never felt quite so woozy, quite so heated and warm and he’s pushing against Harry more, wanting to make sure they’re kissing. Harry’s lips are chapped but soft too, and that doesn’t make any sense. Nothing about Harry makes sense, really.

Then Harry’s arms are encircling Zayn’s waist and they’re even closer. Zayn moves his arms up, wraps them around Harry’s neck and pulls him closer and let’s the kiss go deeper, tilts his head up so their noses don’t bump. And it’s their first kiss and it’s kind of perfect, and Zayn thinks he could have never been just friends with Harry, because Harry is too much to keep under just one label for him.

Harry’s lips part first and Zayn eagerly lick his tongue across the other boys, and Harry tastes like peppermint and sugar, and that’s weird. He shouldn’t be allowed to taste like both, he should have to chose one or the other because being both have Zayn’s sense sending into a frenzy as he runs his tongue on the ledges of Harry’s teeth and Harry holds him tighter.

Zayn’s the first to pull away, because he can’t really breath, but Harry isn’t done and starts leaving little pecks all over Zayn’s face– his lips, his cheeks, his nose, his lips again– and Zayn is giggling and smiling so wide it almost hurts.

“Been wanting to do that for awhile,” Harry mumbles against Zayn’s forehead, before sealing their mouths together again, and yeah, Zayn can understand the feeling.

No Note.