Room 301 [Zarry]

clouds inside his mouth

I tap lightly on the door expecting Lana but I'm met with a soft smile and loose blonde waves. My eyes are caught on the glimmering gold butterfly necklace around her neck. She smells like sunscreen and sweet pea lotion, tugs on the lace at the top of her cami. Her top scoops seductively low, and she blushes trying to adjust it. "I'm sorry I'm not very decent. I thought you were Lana-"

"That's alright, it's my bad" I chuckle. "Where'd you get that necklace? It's beautiful."

"Oh," she suddenly clasps onto the pendant and I'm flooded with a wave of adoration and fondness, heart leaping in my chest as she says "I don't know, it just means a lot to me since I love butterflies. I wish I could remember," she frowns.

"No worries at all," I smile, feeling at ease as her frown fades. There's a ring on her finger, one I've seen before sparkling at me as if it's daring me to recall where it came from. "You're engaged," I ask curiously.

Her face lights up, glimmer in those big blue eyes. "Lana asked me to marry her. I never thought she'd settle down," she gushes, noticeable love-struck. "It's so crazy, she found the ring in a thrift shop not too far from Monterey Beach. It's just lovely," she glows with excitement. "It's perfect, she's perfect," she sighs.

"Congratulations to the both of you," I laugh, watching her twiddle with the jewel on her finger. There's something so inviting and warm about Kit, she has such a calm, soft aura. I find her very enthralling, can see myself quickly becoming her close friend. We seem to have so much in common. Our personalities are similar, always looking for all of life's silver linings.

I just can't get over the two pieces of jewelry, feeling a certain attachment. "We met in Malibu, I couldn't reach to rub in the sunscreen on my back," she giggles. "I was a bit intimidated by her beauty and I was really confused," her tone drops, hushed. "I'd never felt that way about a woman. I was raised thinking it was sinful. I was very ashamed."

"I'm sorry," I whisper, ache inside my heart. "What made you let go of that fear?"

'It's just silly, thinking you're wrong for falling in love with someone. Lana is older and wiser and much more experienced than me...as far as relationships go but we're good for each other, we're kind of a balancing act. Her edges are a bit hard but I think I soften them out."

My heart swells at her explanation. I think they're just the right match. Lana's dry humor and sarcasm coupled with Kit's irresistible charm. "She's actually very encouraging and has helped me build a lot of confidence. Don't be fooled my her thick shell, her heart is very soft."

"Soft for you," I emphasize. "She loves you very much. I can see it anytime shes near you, the way she's so protective. It's sweet."

Kit jumps, jolted a bit when someone pounds on the door and I laugh, rushing to open it. "Hey Harry," Lana grins. "Nice talk?"

"Yeah," I smile. "Kit was just expressing her love for you."

"Was she," she asks, throwing a teasing glance at Kit. "Is that true butterfly?"

It's so adorable how Kit gets flustered around her, cheeks tinted baby pink. "Of course." Lana lets out laughter, scoops the blushing blonde into her arms.

"Your cue to leave unless you want a show," she jokes, gently laying her on the bed.

"On my way out," I laugh, bumping into Jai in the hallway.

"Morning," he mumbles, kissing the top of my head. "Snuck out to get some bagels," his voice is groggy, hint of early morning rasp as he displays the brown paper bag. "Hope you like cinnamon apple."

"Well aren't you a gentleman," I tease, lips finding his. We get carried away, Zayn tugging me into Room 301, me nipping at his heels. There's laughter spilling from our lips as he drops the sack of bagels on the couch, already fisting up my soft t-shirt, hastily pulling it up over my head. There's me fumbling with my button, jeans pooling around my ankles. I trip, nearly crash to the floor and Zayn laughs even harder, pressing me against his chest. It's like I feel the rattle of his rib cage, the way his body shakes with gentle laughter. His fingers are in my hair, mouth all over. "Bed now," he orders, eyes glinting at me as he climbs on top, hands roaming my torso.

"Tell me how you can be so beautiful," I say, feeling breathless. He reaches over me, prods around in the top drawer of the nightstand, accidentally bumping my forehead with his elbow. "Ow."

"Sorry babe," he chuckles, headboard rattling as he slams the drawer shut. "Let me kiss it better," he says, voice as soft as feathers. He presses a kiss to my forehead, lips lingering and there's a tingle left on my skin when he pulls away,

He rips a condom packet open with his teeth, slight tremble is his hands. His nervousness makes the moment feel much more intimate. I've never seen him shaken like this.

"Zayn," I say, quiver in my voice. I can't stop blushing. "Don't tell me you've never had sex." It's light-hearted, intended as a joke but then he says

"I've never done it with a guy..and it's never mattered to me all that much. Before you sex was meaningless."

I swear I'm melting into the mattress, field of butterflies ready to take flight.

"I just don't want to mess up," his voice breaks, vulnerability on full display as tears well in his eyes. "God," the condom wrapper falls onto the floor partly open and his hands move to my hips. "I fucking love you." A laugh, tear falling down his face. "Isn't that crazy? I am madly in love with you."

My blush deepens, butterflies being set free inside my chest. "It isn't crazy. We've known each other way longer than it seems," I remind him. "You don't have to be perfect or anything. Be clumsy and real and passionate...just be yourself."

"What if I hurt you," he asks, searching my face.

"You won't," I laugh. "Well...maybe. I might be limping around here with a sore ass tomorrow."

More bright laughter and sunlight through the curtains, he dips down to capture my lips, tongue parting them open. One hand moves to my waist, thumb stroking gently. His touch is heaven, always my safe place.

I can taste soft dreams and lullabies and clouds inside his mouth.