Give and Receive ((Zarry))

Chapter 10

Harry's POV:

I finish the pancakes, stacking them neatly on a plate; still marveling at my Mother's turn around. I grab a few forks and knives and put them on the same plate as the pancakes, smiling to myself. The last time I had pancakes I was 3 years old, and my Dad helped me make them. I don't remember what he looked like, just his warm smile and hugs. I then think about what my Mum and Zayn are talking about in the main room, and grimace, hoping that she's not being over protective. I walk towards the room and hesitate in the doorway, hearing silence. "Then it's true Anne, I love your son" I hear Zayn murmur. My heart stops. For a second I wonder if Mum had any other sons that Zayn could be talking about. There's no way a charming model man like Zayn could fall in love with wimpy me. But no, I only have an older sister named Gemma, and Dad took her when he left. "You do?" I blurt, turning bright red. Zayn looks towards me with a shocked expression. "Umm.. Er.. y-yeah. D-didn't see you t-there." He mumbles, stuttering. He looks down at his hands and I notice that he's blushing. "I love you too." I say, not even hesitating. The second the words leave my mouth I realize that they are true. I love Zayn. Everything about him. His smile. His jokes. His laugh. I LOVE ZAYN MALIK. Zayn's head snaps up and his face is bright pink. I smile. "Really?" He asks, sounding disbelieving. "Of course. I love you Zayn." I say softly, sitting next to him. I stare into his eyes, and see a flash of emotions. Shock, Disbelief, Acceptance, and finally Love. Our moment is interuppted by my Mum squealing. Her face is bright pink and her hands are clasped together. She realizes that Zayn and I are looking at her and her blush darkens."I'm sorry. But... you guys are so cute!" I smile and take Zayn's hand in mine. "Alright, Zayn and I are going to head back to his place for a while. I'll be back for dinner." I tell her, seeing Zayn's eyebrows rise in shock. "Sure. Bring Zayn too. You interupted my intterogation." She says, winking at Zayn and walking us to the door.

We walk to the lift in comfortable silence, with me holding Zayn's hand tightly. As soon as the doors close he turns to me. "Not that I'm complaining, but I thought I was dropping you off at your house?" He questions and I smirk. "Yes, but I thought my Mum would be drunk and splayed out on the floor. I thought I would spend the day taking care of her. But she seemed fine, so now I can spend some more time with you. That is, if your not tired of me?" I say, smirking slightly. "Of course not! I was just a little confused." He says as we walk out of the lift and head towards his car. We drive back to his place in a relaxing silence, fingertips touching. We climb the stairs to Zayn's apartment. As soon as we step into the room I let my emotions take over. I practically throw myself at Zayn. I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him with all I've got. He doesn't hesitate as he wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me to him. I open my mouth and feel his tongue slip inside. I moan as our tongues fight, with Zayn winning quickly. He pushes me back against the wall, and I go easily with him. I pull away slightly and smirk. "Say it again." I whisper, pulling back when he tries to kiss me. "I love you. I love you Harry." He murmurs, looking deep into my eyes. I lean into our next kiss and gasp slighlty when I feel his hands sliding up under my shirt, sending shocks through my body. His hand slides slowly up my waist, under my shirt. I catch a moan trying to escape and bite my lip before allowing my own hand to slip under the collar of Zayn's shirt, caressing his perfect skin. That's when we hear a knock on the door.

A/N:

Sorry this is really short and probably terrible. 

Just a cute Zarry scene. 

Don't worry my fellow fangirls, (and fanboys) Zarry smut will be coming!

BYYYEEE! 

PS. Don't you love the GIF on the side???