Mind of ZAYN ✔️ Zarry

ch. 18 ✏

2018, February 3rd (Saturday)

The boys celebrated Harry's birthday at their house. It's a bit late because Harry's birthday was on Wednesday, and weekdays aren't good to celebrate it. So they waited for Saturday to come, and here they are now. Drinking, dancing, having fun. In short, partying. They have invited all their close friends. Including James Corden, Nick Grimshaw, Shawn Mendes, Ed Sheeran, John Ryan their songwriter back then, and so many more.

Music's so loud, as well as their cheers and voices, enjoying the night. Harry having fun as well, but he doesn't seem alright, especially he knows Zayn's here. He's been trying to act civil, but he just couldn't. He just doesn't show it. They are all dancing to the music that the DJ's mixing. The mood is just perfect. Although this was just a simple party for Harry's birthday and not planned at all. After all, Harry had just celebrated his birthday with a simple dinner with Anne and Gemma last night.

Zayn sat down on one of the stools on the kitchen counter while he drinks his rum. He doesn't want to be that drunk. Plus, he promised to give Gigi a call when the party's over.

He rested his elbow on top of the counter holding his glass. Of course, eyes are only on Harry. He watches him dance to the rhythm of the song. How he moves his hips and all. He's happy he got to celebrate Harry's birthday after 2 years.

Not so far, when Harry's eyes met his. Harry's dancing while they both stared at each other. Zayn thought of the things they did. Of how good Harry moves with his body. How are they so perfect grinding with each other. How his hands roamed around Harry's body, and how sexy and rough Harry's voice was while moaning his name with pleasure. He shakes the thought out of his mind. He's drunk. They all are. It's just the influence of alcohol.

Later that night, the number of guests is decreasing. But the party isn't over yet. Zayn didn't know how he got on the dance floor dancing with them. He was awkward for the first time, but he immediately started to enjoy it as well. The amount of liquor he drunk earlier gave him this energy.

Hours had passed. They are still partying. Zayn is feeling dizzy now. The effect of liquor is getting on his head. He doesn't know what is exactly going on at this moment. He decided to go upstairs and take asleep because of this drowsiness. He was about to enter his room when he sees Harry sitting up on the floor in front of his room. He reaches him. He saw how wasted Harry is. He kneeled and carry Harry into his room.

When he finally put him down on the bed, Harry wrapped his arms around Zayn's neck and pulled him closer.

Zayn's eyes widened because of the kissing Harry was giving him. It took him a couple of seconds to react and he held Harry's hands and gently unwrapped them from him. Harry grunts in between the kisses. He tightens his arms around him and pulled him even closer. Zayn fell on top of Harry's. He thought that he got drunk earlier, but he went drunker when he tastes his mouth.

He moaned when Harry bit his lower lip, when he opened his mouth Harry quickly slid his tongue exploring Zayn's mouth.

Zayn is slowly giving in. But he heard his phone ringing in his pockets. He already knows it's Gigi.

"Don't," Harry whispered when he pulled away. Zayn didn't respond. He just looked in his eyes. He shook his head.

"Harry, you're just drunk. You don't want this. It's the influence of alcohol." He said pulling away. But Harry was fast to pull him back.

"No. Zayn, please be with me this time. Please listen to me now. Make it up to me when you didn't do it years ago." Harry pleaded. Zayn looked at him.

"I want you, Zayn. Please stay with me this time. I really really want you." Harry added as he held Zayn tighter.

Zayn wanted to pull away. But instead of doing that, he pulled his ringing phone out of his pocket and slammed it on the wall. He then breaks the gap between them in a kiss.

He's kissing him like there's no tomorrow. Their kiss deepens. They've been longing for each other. They're thinking about the years they haven't been together. Zayn knew this was wrong. He shouldn't do to Gigi what he did to Harry years ago. He knows he should fight this. He knows he should control himself. But all he can think of this time is how much he missed Harry. How much he wanted to hug him, kiss him, make love with him.

They both didn't realize that they are naked and grinding with each other. Zayn's kisses went down to Harry's jawline, to his neck. Both their hands are roaming and exploring each other's bodies.
Zayn's mouth found Harry's nipple, he sucked it and played it with his tongue. Harry moaned in pleasure. Soon Zayn reached down on Harry's hardening member. He planted small kisses on it. Harry dropped his head back on his pillow while tugging Zayn's hair. Zayn got back on Harry's lips. Harry kissed back hungrily.

Zayn pulled away a bit to line his cock to Harry's entrance. Once he entered he pinned Harry's hands on top of Harry's head and intertwined their fingers together as Zayn thrusts inside. Hard and fast.

Harry grunts as their bodies pound and grinds into the rhythm of their heartbeats.

He kisses Harry to stop him from moaning and groaning from the pain. The pain Harry is feeling soon changes into pleasure because Zayn is drowning him in the kiss. Harry felt so good in that plus the pleasure he's feeling every time Zayn thrusts inside and out of him. This feeling is so perfect. This is their paradise. And their warzone. Their moans and grunts are their pillow talk.

Zayn already found Harry's prostate and he slammed it hard again and again.

"F.uck, Zayn! This is so--g-good!" Harry cursed in between their kisses.

"You want this, right? You asked me for this, huh?" Zayn asked as he thrusts harder, keeping on slamming his prostate.

"Y-yes. I-I want this, since that n-night. I-I really w-want you t-to f.uck the shit out of m-me." He managed to speak regardless of how breathless he is.

Zayn's thrusts become harder and faster this time. Harry's moans become louder. Not minding who can hear them. All he wants now is to be with Zayn. He knows it too, that this is wrong. Zayn has a girlfriend. And he knows how would it feel to be cheated on. But he doesn't care. He was being selfish again. Just this once. He thought. Because when tomorrow comes, he knows Zayn will never be his again. This is all he got now. This is his only chance.

"Z-zayn, I-I'm close." He said panting.

"M-me too. Let's come together, babe." Zayn replied. Harry's heart beats faster when Zayn called him that.

Few more hard thrusts they both came. Zayn dropped his body next to Harry. Both were quiet. Only their heavy breaths filled the room.

Until Harry broke the silence.
"Thank you, Zayn."

"Happy birthday, Harry."

That's all that he heard before shutting his eyes and falling asleep because of tiredness.

The morning came, he's already conscious. But he doesn't want to open his eyes yet. Afraid that he won't see Zayn beside him. He didn't move either. But he can feel he's the only one on the bed. But he's still hoping. He started to stretch his arms, trying to touch and feel someone beside him. Until it went further, but he failed. He opened his eyes. He saw nothing. Zayn had left him just after they did what they did last night. Tears already fell. He should already see this coming. But he can't keep on hoping that one day, one day Zayn will come back to him. As he wants to.

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Happy birthday, Harry Edward Styles! 😭 Can't believe you're now 24. For me, you're still 16. I love you so much, Hazza. ❤