A.M. ↠ zarry AU

oneiric

o·nei·ric

/ōˈnīrik/

adjective

of or relating to dreams or dreaming.

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Weeks had gone by after Zayn's New York trip where he hadn't tried to make any contact with Harry. Everytime Harry's phone rang he had thought that this time it was Zayn telling him to be ready and in the hotel room, sometime between midnight and three in the morning, but that wasn't the case, it was always another one of his regular clients.

One day Harry even went to the hotel asking if Zayn had come by, perhaps with someone new, but that hadn't happened either. It was as if Zayn and Harry had never even met. It was only around the end of July when Harry's phone vibrated twice that he saw that Zayn hadn't forgotten him or lost his number.

Zayn: 01:30

*

"Nice to see you again." Harry said in between kisses.

Zayn doesn't reply and just kisses Harry harder before things progress and both men are lying in bed, a sweaty, tired mess.

And just like that, things picked up between them all over again.

Now, it's the end of September and Harry had finally saved up enough money to move out of his old apartment into a larger one that's in a better, safer part of town.

The first thing he immediately buys for his new apartment is a record player that he's had his eye on for a few weeks. The next thing? A bed for Tom, his fat cat, who was currently passed out on his torn up old couch that previous owners left behind as Harry trudged his suitcases out of his apartment. "I'm leaving you behind if you don't get up, fatso." Harry threatens from the door but all his new friend does is roll onto his back and beckons Harry with his paw.

"You're such a lazy sack of shit." Harry huffed and walked back into the room to pick up the ball of fur, no matter what he said this cat knew that it had Harry wrapper around its' claw. "FUCK!" Harry shouted angrily when another cockroach scurried past his sneaker frantically. The sunglasses that were perched on his head inadvertently fell over his eyes from his jump and he clutched Tom close to his chest after nearly dropping him.

A box could be heard tumbling to the ground in the next room and Liam rushed out to the lounge all wide eyed. "What?!" He shouted back.

"This fucking place. I just saw another cockroach. Let's just get out of here." Harry said struggling to balance Tom and push his glasses back up again.

"Fuck you man, I thought you found a dead body or something." Liam grumbled angrily and went to get his fallen box.

"Wouldn't be surprised." Harry said to Tom before walking out to his car with Liam.

"Can it not walk or something?" Liam asked Harry, following him down the last flight of stairs.

"Doesn't want to." Harry said and adjusted Tom, whom he was holding in one arm like an infant. The cats' front paws were draped over Harry's shoulder with its head on it, looking intently at Liam before nodding off to sleep.

*

"This is some place, man. Maybe I should have approached Zayn first." Liam jokes as he looked around Harry's new spacious lounge.

"Was just my lucky day." Harry says with a snobbish smile on his face.

After Liam had left and he had unpacking the essentials, Harry decided to take a nice relaxing bath in preparation for his meeting with Zayn tonight.

*

Harry was groaning and biting down on Zayn's red tie which was serving as a gag for him as Zayn pounded into him, delivering harsh long strokes. He was desperately trying to get a good grip on the armrest of the couch but with each thrust of Zayn's hips he got shoved off more and more until he was clawing at the tiled floor of the lounge. He mumbled something around the tie and Zayn had to slow down just to hear him.

"Harder?" He panted and Harry let out a long groan, using the opportunity of stillness to scramble back up on the couch and get a good grip before Zayn picked up from where he left off, taking a fistful of Harry's hair and forcing him to arch his back.

*

"So, what is it that you do, Mr Malik?" Harry asked after catching his breath.

"You don't really want to hear about my boring job, do you?" Zayn asked, walking to the bathroom, giving Harry a nice view of his ass.

Harry bit down on his lip, not caring what Zayn just said and only hearing a faint mumble. "Hmm? Wh- no I do!" He shouted once he came to again.

"Well, I'm responsible for all of the company's worldwide sales and operations, end-to-end management of Lexxon's supply chain, sales activities, and service and support in all markets." He said like it was no big deal, walking out of the bathroom again.

"...Oh," Harry said, nodding slowly.

"It's boring, I know, I warned you." He laughed as he got dressed.

Can't you stay, just for one night?

"The hours must be tough?"

"Yeah, sometimes."

Harry was fishing but not getting much.

"See you tomorrow." Zayn called from the door before shutting it.

Harry, who was still laying naked on the couch simply waved once the door was shut and waited for the feeling to return to his legs before he could leave.