A.M. ↠ zarry AU

sensation

sen·sa·tion

/senˈsāSH(ə)n/

noun

a physical feeling or perception resulting from something that happens to or comes into contact with the body.

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"Zayn, not now." A husky voice said, stopping his movements. He stopped kissing her neck but kept his head in the same position.

"Why not?" He rubbed her arms and lowered his hands onto the table, pinning her in place.

"Because I'm busy trying to sort out the accounts." She answered, more focused on that than Zayn.

"You can do it later," He moved her hair over her shoulder and licked at her neck.

"Zayn."

He sighed and moved back, running his hands through his hair. "I don't know what you want anymore. You say I don't make an effort anymore and when I do the timing is not to your liking."

"Come off it Zayn, you do things when they suit you and, when you're in the mood, everything has to be by your rules."

"You're overdoing it now, you know that?" Zayn replied, his face taught with irritation.

"I'm overdoing it? I'm overdoing it. What about you, working into the late hours of the morning, sneaking back in at who knows what time, valuing your job more than us? Am I still the one that's overdoing things?"

Zayn doesn't answer because she mentions him sneaking in and his nervousness grows. He feels ashamed that she's blaming things on work when there's nothing work related to it. "I'll see you later." Zayn says quietly, rubbing his forehead and grabbing his car keys.

"See, there you go again, off to distract yourself. Well take all the time that you need, I won't be home when you get back." She says and storms away.

***

Harry had started noticing that Zayn had certain weekends where he would only leave at a reasonable time like, eight in the morning, and it was almost mostly Saturdays, and if he's lucky, Sundays, that it would happen.

The pair laid in bed together sharing a comfortable silence. Zayn stares up at the ceiling while Harry, who's got his elbow propped up and head resting in his hand, chooses to watch him. Take in his features, how long and thick his eyelashes are, his straight nose with a perfect pointed tip, sharp cheekbones that his lips could rest on forever -

"Enjoying the view?" Zayn asks and the corners of his lips turned up ever so slightly.

Very much so.

Harry rested on his side and turned Zayn so that he was no longer on his back but facing away from him so that Harry could spoon him.

He laughed at how fond Harry was being but didn't stop him.

"I never expected to find a tattoo on you." Harry said, his lips just inches away from the bird on Zayn's back.

"What? Oh! Mm," Zayn made an amused sound. "I forget about it because I never see it." Harry looks at the detail put into it and wants to trace over each and every line with his finger. He rubs the tip of his nose against Zayn's skin and the sensation tickles and soothes him. "I got it when I was seventeen." Zayn says softly. "I wanted something to symbolise being free."

Free from what? Seems like he has a pretty perfect life?

"What made you interested in me?" Harry asks and drags his eyes down Zayn's arm. Unknowingly pulling him out of his sleep.

It took a while for Zayn to think because of how cloudy his mind was. "First impressions? You're really attractive. The dimples were a big plus." Harry wraps his arms around Zayn's and chuckles into his skin. "... You kind of reminded me of an ex - girlfriend." Zayn says which sends both men into a fit of laughter. "Only because of the hair, I promise." Harry doesn't mind the confession, he's still smiling into Zayn's skin.

"Second impressions?" He pushed. He wanted to hear Zayn talk about him and relish in the attention.

"Uhhhmmm.. You're unapologetically honest.. charming.. witty... I liked your accent and voice."

Harry hummed in approval and chuckled, "Don't stop now, it's getting so good."

Zayn smiles with his eyes still closed and runs his thumb over Harry's wrist. "When I first kissed you, it was like being struck by lighting."

Harry laughs loudly and Zayn opens his eyes, though only halfway so they're like slits. It's a goofy laugh that Zayn wasn't expecting and honestly, neither was Harry. "Is that a good thing?" Harry asks, his laughter turning into small giggles and he bites down softly into Zayn's skin, finding the metaphor hilarious.

"Yeah." He nods and closes his eyes again. "Had me shook." He says and Harry laughs into his back again and leaves a few kisses there. A few more minutes of silence falls and Harry's just about to ask Zayn something else but as if sensing it, Zayn stops him. "Sleep, Harry." He slurs, his body and mind an absolute wreck and hopes that Harry stops with the questions and abides.

He thinks that Harry's finally fallen asleep when he feels two fingers curl around his chin, tilting his head up.

"Harry,"

"I just want a kiss." Harry whispers and honestly, after the day Zayn's had, he wants one too.

"Stop before you really wake me up." Zayn pulls away to whisper and warns Harry who had slipped his tongue into Zayn's mouth and started massaging it with his own.

Finally listening, Harry lays back down and shuts his eyes, keeping his arms wrapped around Zayn's biceps and his cheek pressed against his back as he waits for sleep to arrive.