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15: is this okay

Age 16

The day after, Zayn was sat on his bed with his knees pulled to his chest and Harry sitting across from him. He didn't know what to say to Harry, but he really wanted to see him.

"What did Liam say?" he asked softly, averting his eyes to Harry.

"Just hugged me and said he was proud." Harry looked away from Zayn and fiddled with the string of his hoodie.

Zayn nodded and smiled. "That's great."

Harry didn't reply.

"You make my stomach feel weird," he whispered. He watched Harry look back up to him, a small smile slowly making its way to his lips.

"You make my stomach feel weird too."

"Like little butterflies?" He moved closer to Harry then unwrapped his arm from around his knees and let his hand reach for Harry's.

"Just like little butterflies." Harry reached for his hand too then intertwined their fingers.

"Is this okay?" Zayn questioned, referring to their hands.

Harry nodded. "It's okay."

It was silent for a while, Harry staring at Zayn and Zayn staring at their hands.

He wanted to give Harry more— anything to make him happy.

"I don't wanna make a mistake, Harry. I.. I don't wanna hurt you and then you leave me." Zayn's voice was so quiet, Harry could barely hear him.

"You're scared," Harry whispered. "And confused, but that's okay. You've got me, I'll wait for you and help you every step of the way."

"But I don't know if it's just you or all boys. How will I know when I only wanna kiss you?" Zayn whined.

Harry opened his mouth to speak, but closed it when no words came out. Zayn had rendered Harry speechless, as it was the most open he's been about his feelings since the day before.

After Harry confessed, Zayn didn't say anything, he only pressed a kiss to the back of Harry's hand and smiled.

When they had left the party yesterday, Zayn walked Harry home. They held hands the entire time.

Once they had arrived, Zayn kissed the back of Harry's hand again and wished him a good night before walking home. It was clear Zayn didn't know how else to express how he felt.

"I just wanna be sure about what I am so I don't have to hurt you in the process of figuring it out." Zayn sighed and pouted.

Harry kissed the back of Zayn's hand this time. "You don't need a label, just be with whoever makes you happy."

Zayn watched Harry's lips press against his skin again. "You make me happy, you always have."

It occurred to Zayn recently that Harry had been, ever since the day they met, trying to make him happy. Harry had succeeded.

He felt it was his turn now.

"Can I kiss your cheek?" Harry asked.

The word 'kiss' had alarms going off in Zayn's mind, but he still nodded and let Harry lean closer to him. He could feel Harry's breath on his skin just before his lips pressed against his cheek.

Harry pulled away after a moment and looked into Zayn's eyes. "Was that okay?"

Zayn nodded as his cheeks began to burn their usual pink. "Can I try it too?" he asked nervously.

"Yeah."

So Zayn leaned forward just like Harry had, his lips trembling as he did so, and kissed his cheek. He felt the heat of Harry's cheek against his lips. When he pulled away, Harry was red.

"How was it?" Harry questioned.

"I liked it. Can we do more? Is that okay?"

Harry nodded, not wanting to put too much pressure on Zayn.

He leaned forward again and kissed Harry's cheek, though this time it was much closer to Harry's lips.

They were only kisses on the cheek, but it was the most intimate thing either of them had ever done.

Zayn smiled. "Can we hug too?"

"You're so scared that you're even asking you can hug me," Harry laughed and nodded.

Zayn blushed deeper.

Their hands separated and Zayn quickly tackled Harry backwards onto his bed, wrapping his arms tightly around Harry.

Harry slowly wrapped his arms around Zayn and closed his eyes.

"Is this okay?" Zayn mumbled into Harry's shoulder.

"Yeah, you don't have to keep on asking."

Zayn smiled wider. He could feel Harry's chest rising and falling against his own.

"I'm scared, Haz." His arms tightened around Harry. "But I'll figure it out for you."

"You're so precious." Harry rubbed his hand up and down Zayn's back.

"If I mess up, you won't leave, right?" Zayn paused. "Because I like you a lot and I don't want you to leave." His voice was hardly audible.

That was all Harry wanted to hear. "I won't leave."

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that pic is unrelated, but like.. fetus 1D?? yes pls. && I'm sorry if this isn't good but I'm thankful u all read this and leave comments. no one knows how much I love reading comments :)

also, top zayn or top harry? i like top harry but i realize a lot of people like top zayn