Cruel {Zarry}

24

"Okay that was good. Not gonna lie." Harry said as soon as they both walked out of the restaurant. They both were a bit tipsy after sharing 2 bottles of champagne together. Now Harry could hold his liquor like an adult unlike his company for tonight.

Where Harry was still sane and sharp, Zayn was rambling gibberish. We all know that Zayn isn't really a person who could handle his alcohol, remember the first day they met? The December Party?

"I told you." Zayn reacted as he was struggling to keep his vision from blurriness. "You know what else is good?"

Harry laughed. He wasn't going to fall for that trick once again. Him expecting to be something romantic but in reality Zayn will blurt something completely random out. But for the sake of Zayn's mood, he tried to play along. "No, what?"

"My dick."

And as usual Zayn had the time of his life, laughing at his stupid jokes and remarks. And as always Harry rolled his eyes, but secretly bit his tongue to hide his smile.

"Oh, I bet it is." Harry smirked.

"Wanna find out?"

"And that's enough. I think you had a little too much to drink tonight." Harry tried to change the subject. "Let's get to our Cabin, yeah?" He puts his arm around Zayn's elbow and helped him walk straight.

"I'm not drunk." Zayn commented.

"I know you aren't." Harry lied.

"Then why are you treating me like I am?"

"Because if I don't, you might flash everyone on this resort your dick." Harry pointed at Zayn's left hand that was placed at his crotch. His zipper pulled down and button opened.

"And that's only mine to see." Harry whispered softly in his ear.

"God, you're so sexy." Zayn replied. "And by the way, I only did that just so I could breath again. I ate too much.

Harry laughed. "I know, I was there. But I bet it will help better if you take your pants off, so let's get you to the cabin then."

"I have got a better idea." Zayn excitedly announced. "Let's race!"

"Seriously? We just ate." Harry commented.

"Yup and the winner gets to choose our next activity. Deal?"

Harry thought for a moment and finally agreed. "Okay, but don't start crying if you lose okay?"

"Trust me baby, you'll be the one crying tonight." Zayn answered back. He meant it but he wasn't talking about their stupid race.

"We'll go at three, alright." Harry started counting.

"1..2....3!"

And they both started running like their lives depended on it. With Zayn still being a bit blurry and tipsy he fell behind. Harry however was almost at the cabin.

It was then that Zayn realised that their race, in a way, symbolisized their actual "race for the company and life of Zayn."

So Zayn started running with all his power and energy. It was a lot harder to run around in snow without any snowboots on but he still managed to outrun Harry. When he was a couple of inches away from winning, he stopped, ran back until he met Harry and used his full bodyweight to body slam Harry into the snow.

Harry felt in the soft pile of snow with Zayn right on top of him.

"Hey! That's cheating!" Harry yelled. But didn't make any effort to push Zayn off or to get up.

"So is this." Zayn's hand traveled it way towards Harry's ass. Placing his hand underneath it. "You can't expect me to run while having this-" he sqeezed harder "in my view."

"How was that in your view? You were in front of me." Harry asked confused.

"But it was still on my mind."

Harry flashed a small shy smile. This was the first time they were in this position and the first time that Zayn touched him in that area. They both shared an intense staring moment until Harry decided to break their silence. "Uh Zayn, how romantic this might sound in books and stuff, it really isn't. I mean, I can't feel my toes, legs and my ass."

"Oh but I can... feel your ass, that is."

"Yeah, I got it without the explaination. I have come to learn to understand your dirty mind.
"Let's go inside before we freeze to dead or get forced to leave duo showing too much public affection."

"They should be greatful if they ever get to see even a little bit of our affection." Zayn said but eventually got up. Holding a hand out for Harry. When Harry went to grab it, Zayn quickly removed his hands back, laughed and started running towards the cabin.

"Ha!" He yelled. "I win!"

Harry just gasped at his childishness. "Only because you cheated." He yelled back.

"Loser say what?" Zayn pointed his index finger towards Harry and then formed the letter "L" on his own forhead.

"Nice. Mature."

"Oh don't be grumpy baby, we all knew that I was going to win anyway. So let's go inside and discuss what activity I want to do next." Zayn searched for the keys and opened the front door.

"It's funny actually, I beat you at this race and at that keys thingy we had earlier." He laughed as he walked inside.

"Both times by cheating, may I add." Harry held one finger up as he walked right after Zayn.

"Says the loser."

"Stop calling me that."

"Okay." Zayn took a second to think. "How about Baby-loser?"

Harry closed the door behind him and walked towards Zayn.

"Get it?" Zayn asked. "Because you're a loser but at the same time you're my baby."

Harry wanted to react on the loser part but completely forgot about that when he heard those last words leaving Zayn's mouth. "I'm your baby?"

Zayn freezed. "Fuck."

"What?" Harry panicked.

"I just now realise how wrong that sounds. I mean I can't call you my baby if I'm having sexual interactions with you. I'm basically calling you an infant, my infant. With that logic I'll go to jail."

Harry rolled his eyes. "Seriously, you're so stupid sometimes." He took some steps in Zayn's direction. Stopping right in front of him. "But you're my stupid baby."

"Cringy." Zayn made a disgusted expression.

"Shut up." Harry laughed and closed the distance between them by pressing his lips on Zayn's.

Zayn's hands immediately found it's way on Harry's waist. Pulling him closer.

The kiss was cut short by Zayn lifting Harry up. With Harry's legs around his waist, Zayn walked towards the stairs. "Now let's do my favorite special kind of activity." He whispered and connected their lips again while walking up the stairs towards their yet to be seen bedroom.