🎄 Underneath the Tree 🎄 Zarry

Seven ❄️

Christmas morning as a grown-up isn't nearly as exciting as when you're a kid. Back in the day, when Harry, Gemma and their cousins were kids, the house would've been already hustling and bustling with commotion, kids running out of bed in their pyjamas to open their presents as soon as they can. Ian and Judie have little kids, Nina and Lily are both under five but they don't really bring them over for the entire of the holidays. So now, since the youngest person in the house is Jane and at eighteen, she's legally an adult too, everyone gets to sleep in and gifts aren't really a worry.

    As it's become custom over the past few days, Harry wakes up first, normally with Zayn's arm wrapped around his waist. They haven't really talked about this whole thing but neither of them mind. It's really just muscle memory from previous relationships, from the ease of simply sharing a bed with someone and finding solace in each other's embrace. They never wake up because of it, no matter the fact that they don't know each other well enough to be cuddling in bed. The magnetism of having another warm body in bed with you and being used to touching them, holding them is too strong.

    This morning is a bit different though. Right as he comes to, Harry realizes that his dick is half-hard. He doesn't quite remember what he dreamed about but he doesn't think it was anything sexy or wet-dream-y, so he writes it off as just some unfortunate morning wood. When he goes to get out of bed, however, his ass makes contact with Zayn's crotch and Harry's a bit shocked to find that he's half-hard too. He's not sure if it's because of the early morning hour and the fact that he's not even fully awake yet, but Harry considers doing something about it. Even Niall suggested it as he set this charade up. They're both hot, they both find each other hot so would it be so bad? To get each other off with quick handjobs and call it a day? It would be so easy for Harry to just grind back and wake Zayn up. He doubts Zayn would say no. After all, his previous experience doesn't tell him that he'd be very much against.

    In a stroke of luck, Harry decides to get out of bed and take a shower instead of indulging in any kind of sexual activity. He considers jerking off but it hits him then, how fucked up it would be. How could he ever come up with that, god? Wasn't their encounter in their freshman year enough? Harry knows their potential friendship would be fucked and for what? For a handjob? Besides it's fucking creepy. Dicks sometimes behave in a mysterious way, especially in the morning. It could be sexual harassment, actually.

    When Harry gets out of the shower, his dick finally behaving, Zayn is already awake and rummaging through his bag.

    "Morning," Harry says, his eyes avoiding Zayn's in shame after his waking up experience. "What's up?"

    "Good morning," Zayn says back. "Nothing much, just being the world's worst Santa and taking out some presents out of my bag."

    Harry stops in his tracks, holding onto his towel. "You got presents?"

    "Yeah?" Zayn shakes his head a little. "I'm not gonna show up to my pretend-boyfriend's cabin and not bring presents, duh? I wasn't raised in a cave."

    "You didn't have to," Harry says, his voice small. "I'll pay you back."

    Zayn scoffs. "Don't be ridiculous, Harry. What did I say about redistributing wealth? Besides, it's Christmas, it should be all about giving and friendship and all that good shit."

    "I can't argue with that," Harry breathes out. "What did you even get them?"

    "I won't tell you what you got, that's a surprise," Zayn winks at him. "But I just got them some gift cards, can't go wrong with those. For your parents and aunt and her husband, it's just for a restaurant in Philly, I don't know what old people do for fun. Matt and Jane have Urban Outfitters and Granny Evelyn has Barnes & Noble. You're the only one not getting a gift card."