Secrets [Zarry]

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"So this is where we get to play all weekend." Harry smiled as they entered their hotel room.

Zayn immediately jumped shoulder first into the bed, stretching out on his back with a sigh.

"Like it?" He asked, pushing his hair away from his face.

"It's beautiful, Zayn." Harry spoke truthfully, loving how modern it all looked.

The bed was massive, just like the bathroom.

"I could run in here." Harry spoke as he realized it.

He didn't want to run, but the fact that he had room to do so made him feel....luxurious.

"Do a few laps, I'll watch." Zayn said, resting his hands behind his head.

"Let's go to the beach." Harry suggested after setting their suitcases down neatly beside the dresser.

"Unless you wanted to give me my surprise." He added with a cute smile, sitting on the bed.

Zayn chuckled sitting up. "That's for tonight, babe." He said, unable to stop himself from touching his curls.

"Fine, the beach it is." Harry said, playfully pushing Zayn's hand away from his hair as he stood up.

Zayn smacked Harry's ass before letting his hand fall completely, chuckling at the look Harry gave him.

"Save it for later." Harry winked at him, making Zayn's heart flutter.

"I can't believe I get to be with someone like you." Zayn said softly, standing with him and pulling Harry into his arms.

"Don't get me all bothered, it's beach time." Harry blushed, their noses touching before Zayn smirked and moved to kiss his neck.

"Stop." Harry said again, gently pushing him back. "Let's go."

"Can't we be lazy a while? I'm tired from driving." Zayn admitted.

"Yeah, I guess." Harry shrugged.

"Just lay with me for about an hour, then we can go." Zayn said, gladly falling back down into the bed.

"Okay." Harry agreed, laying down next to him.

Harry pulled his phone from his pocket, deciding to do a little research on the area.

Zayn watched a moment before laying his head on Harry's shoulder and closing his eyes.

"There are a lot of bars near here." Harry said, looking at a map on his phone.

"You can get wasted one night out of the nights we'll be here." Zayn said.

Harry blinked, frowning slightly. "Is that right?"

"You heard me."

"And if I choose to drink more than one night?" Harry asked.

"You won't. I won't let you." Zayn said, cuddling him.

"Why not?" Harry chuckled.

"I'll have to carry you back here." Zayn mumbled.

"No you won't. I'm an adult, I can control how much I drink." Harry argued.

"So you want to go get drunk tonight instead of taking a nice walk on the beach, getting dinner, then coming back here to spend all night making each other scream?" Zayn asked.

Harry blushed, his temperature rising.

"We can check out one of the bars another night." He said quietly.