A.M. ↠ zarry AU

wild

wild

/wīld/

adjective

uncontrolled or unrestrained, especially in pursuit of pleasure.

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Harry had just recently turned twenty - two and felt that he could no longer hide his feelings for Zayn from him. Everytime he meets with him it's not just fucking anymore, it's not sex, Harry feels loved.

Zayn makes love to him.

Filthy nothing's turned into sweet somethings, pulling on his hair turned into gently burying his hand in it and holding him close while he looked into his eyes and took his time with him, making sure that he came first so that he could watch him be completely at ease.

"Zayn," He turned to look at Harry, waiting for him to continue. "I think I'm falling for you." He said in a hushed tone as if confessing something taboo. He was lying a bit because he had already fallen for him, but he was scared to just come out and say, 'hey Zayn I love you, I'm always thinking about you, etcetera.'

Zayn smiled softly and knitted his eyebrows together. "How?" He asked like it was an impossible feat. Harry swallowed thickly but held eye contact with him. He was panic stricken at his own confession. He stared into Zayn's glossy copper eyes and his mind immediately went back to the syrup he had tasted on Zayn's lips that morning he kissed him after breakfast and he thought that at this current moment, his eyes resembled that sticky sweet golden goodness. "Hey," Zayn whispered and reached out to cup Harry's face to bring him back to earth.

"You. Just - who you are, how you are... how you treat me.. You make me feel so important. You're similar to me yet so different, in so many ways. You're one of the most caring people I've come to know." Harry explained and his heart was racing. It felt like that giant butterfly he had tattooed on his body had magically come to life and was now beating it's wings against his body - sending him into a frenzy.

Zayn still held Harry's cheek in his hand and stroked it gently with his thumb. "Stop falling, Harry, I'm nothing special. I'm just another ordinary client."

The sound of butterfly wings fluttering came to a harsh stop and was replaced by multiple falling shards of glass. Harry opened his mouth to speak but no words came out. He shook his head slowly, all the while still looking into Zayn's eyes. "H- How do I stop falling, or fall out of love, Zayn? It's not something that I can Google and follow instructions for." Harry raised his voice slightly and frowned at Zayn's request - and he certainly was not ordinary to Harry by any means.

"What do you want to do then, where do you think this is going to go?" Zayn asked sitting up and, Harry followed. "Do you want to run away together?"

"Yes," Harry whispered wistfully even though Zayn said it as a farce.

Zayn paused and him and Harry just stared at each other "And go where?" He finally asked the jade eyed man.

Anywhere.

"Hawaii." Harry laughed for a second and held onto Zayn's hand.

Zayn smiled sadly and slowly started shaking his head. "You're just a kid, Harry -"

"I am not!" Harry said ferociously, putting his guard up. He was sick of hearing that. He had made it on his own with the help of nobody and he wanted to be recognised for the man that he was. "I've just had my damn birthday, I'm growing up, I'm doing things for myself, I'm not a kid."

Zayn maintained his gentle stance and tone and, cupped Harry's face. "You're very mature for your age, Harry, but you're still incredibly young. You've got your entire life ahead of you, you've got someone out there waiting for you - someone who's perfect just for you." But Harry didn't want anybody else, he just wanted Zayn all to himself. "You've fallen in love with the idea -"