Spaces Between Us- Hold All Our Secrets (ZARRY AU)

Sweet love (21)

Harry's POV

One could say we were foolish. One could say we were irrational, that we were rushing into it.

Let them say what they want. I didn't care what other people would do right now. If they would rather talk things out first. Because in my heart I knew this was right. I could feel it. This past days I had been feeling it. Love. And I finally wanted to show it, prove to Zayn how much he meant to me, considering everything. And I finally wanted him to love me too.

"Harreh", Zayn's voice brought me back on earth.

"Mmh", was all I mumbled, while already pulling him closer to me so that our foreheads were touching.

"You really want this?", he questioned again, apparently still doubting if this was right.

"Zee, I know you're concerned that I might back out and that this is just the heat of the moment. I can assure you it's not", I tried to soothe his worries.

"I, I just can't believe why you would still love me?", he almost cried and I could see it in his eyes that he really didn't understand.

Right now I felt like I could tell him anything and he would still be having self-doubts. I needed to build him up, to shower him with love. To make him feel strong, loved and worth it. He deserved love, just as anyone else.

So I switched our positions by rolling us over, so that I was the one on top now.

No words were spoken.

I took a moment to appreciate what a wonderful man was lying beneath me. Tracing my fingers along his brown-golden skin that was covered in so many tattoos. I wished I knew their meanings. Maybe someday he'll tell me.

Then gently bringing my hand up to his face again, stroking his cheek, before letting my hand glide through his soft jet-black hair.

"Have I ever told you how stunning you look?", I dreamingly asked, hovering close above him, so that he could see the sincerity of my words in my eyes.

"I'm nothing compared to you", Zayn heavenly breathed.

"Zayn Malik, would you for once not reject but accept a compliment", I chuckled but then cupped his cheek in my hand and gave him a small peck on the lips, "because you are stunning. From the moment I clumsily ran into you in that club I thought: Who is this god-looking creature?"

"Curly, now you are lying", Zayn replied and I silenced him with another kiss.

"Just let me adore you, Zee."

In another scenario I might have thought these were cheesy words. But even if they were? They were telling the truth.

Not giving Zayn the chance to reply, I captured his lips in mine once more, then started to slowly make my way down to the waistband of his boxers. Being sure not to rush anything, but kissing every inch of his skin. Lingering a bit longer at his sweet spot, sucking until I was sure it would leave a mark. "So beautiful", I whispered in between kisses.

When I had reached the top of his boxers, I started tugging on them, letting Zayn's already hardened cock, come in contact with the cold air. Before truly admiring his length, I made sure to pull down his boxers completely, until I could take them off and toss them to the side.

Not wasting a moment to be close to him again though, I pressed a kiss on his foot, then on the other, working my way up his hairy legs until I had reached his inner thighs. Still peppering them with kisses, I already wrapped one hand around his quivering member, starting to slowly stroke.

Zayn's eyes had closed themselves in the process, while his head was resting on the pillow. His lips were slightly parted and I couldn't help but crawl back up to his face and give him another passionate kiss.