the girls of the boys

Grandiose

"Stay awake, please, baby, just a little bit longer?" Zayn pleaded with Becca as he nudged her chin with his nose. It was late and Zayn and Becca were watching late night TV. Zayn was slouched and he was situated behind Becca so his head rested on her upright shoulder and his cheek was incubating her arm. He hoisted himself up by his elbows so he could catch Becca's attention again.

 

Harry sat with Kirsten on the couch that was perpendicular to that of Becca and Zayn's. Harry was stretched out, reclining with his hands lazily folded behind his head. Kirsten had wrapped herself around him and laid on top of him, like in a hug. Her legs wrapped around his torso and her head laid on his chest, right above the fanning feathers of the love bird tattoo. She had nuzzled her face into the smooth skin of his bare chest; dressed in his tshirt which he had discarded upon sitting down. The heat between them kept it warm enough despite the cool air circulating. When Harry spoke to Kirsten he could look down at her hair and entangle his fingers in it, slowly and tug gently, unknotting it as he spoke softly into it.

 

"Why not?" Becca mumbled in protest with her half lidded eyes getting threateningly close to closing altogether. Zayn kissed her shoulder but his eyes were fixed on the flickering screen. "Zayn I'm tired," she whined as sleep fought for her attention and began taking the upper hand.

 

"Just, be with me a.little longer," Zayn asked in a hushed tone as he tore his gaze from the TV and looked at her, trying to look as pathetic and beggingly as possible. He widened his eyes and tucked his chin blinking at her through his long lashes. She moved very slowly as if she was underwater, she leaned down and kissed him as she slowly rose and began sway stepping towards the bedroom.

 

Zayn let out a defeated sigh, but it sounded far away to Becca, like he was in another world. He pressed his fists into the couch to hoist himself up before taking her shoulders in his hands and giving them a squeeze, making his presence known. He walked around to the front and leaned down, taking the back of her knees and small of her back in his sturdy arms. He swooped her up and Becca rested her head on the crook between Zayn's head and shoulder. He leaned into her and kissed her forehead with such delicacy that she almost felt the soft pinkness of Zayn's lips as they tenderly met her forehead and he carried her to their room.

 

"Princess?" Harry cooed softly as he dusted Kirsten's hair with his fingers. Kirsten made and inaudible murmur of something and Harry craned his neck to try and see her face. He brushed the small strands of hair that often were swept into her eyes and tickled her eyelashes and nose. He looked at her with soft eyes as her back rose and fell in rhythmic motions, he watched her in such a loving way that had Zayn been there, he would have called him out and Harry would have blushed and tried to be less obvious.

 

Harry whispered to Kirsten, he told her in a hushed rambling that poured out of his mouth faster than he could compensate mentally for.

 

"God, I love you so damn much, you aren't even awake to hear this, what the fuck are you doing, Styles?" He tensed slightly under her, silently questioning his sanity as the words continued to spill like and overflowing cup of water under a faucet that wasn't going to be turned off. "Jesus, I just love you and everything you do and how you like to be with me, Damn, I love it when you like being with me, you are just so special to me . . ." His voice faded off as he got lost in a thought that carried his to somewhere far away.

 

"I remember our first date, oh man, that was something, what a day, I'm so glad I called you and I'm so glad you agreed to go out with me and I'm so glad Zayn didn't fuck with our date, he did that you know? The two girls before you, he messed with them and they ended up leaving, the one cancelled the date before it even happened." Harry's chest inflated as he scoffed at himself and he quickly looked down to see Kirsten still asleep. He let his eyelids descend as they fluttered closed and he absent mindedly dragged his nails across the surface of Kirsten's arms in long strokes.

 

"I love you too Harry" Kirsten murmured into his chest with the sleep still heavy upon her. Harry stopped his long drags on her skin and looked down, grinning like a little boy after receiving his birthday gift a day early.

 

"Zayn?" Becca murmured as the sleep dominated her mind, she struggled to keep it at bay long enough to have a conversation with Zayn but she found herself blinking frequently and each interval grew longer with her eyelids being closed.

 

"Yes?" He asked as he squeezed her hand. He had brought her into the bedroom, bridal style and set her down on the duvet before guiding her up onto the pillow so he could peel the plush white comforter down and wrap it around her. He then proceeded to pull a chair close the the bed because he claimed it comforted him to watch her sleep.

 

"Do you want this child?" her mind wanted only the complete nothingness of sleeping and she knew not why nor what her mouth was saying as it betray her and pressed in.

 

"Of course," Zayn replied, a little too automatically and Becca stiffened in the darkness sensing the automated response.

 

"Zayn, do you really? You're going to have two kids" She said slowly as if she was telling him for the first time.

"I know, but I'm going to be a damn good dad and love those kids so much." Zayn retorted adamantly and with such a tone that Becca believed in the dark that what the emotionally masked boy said was true.