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fifteen

harry and zayn made out sloppily as zayn thrusts in and out of harry,  at a steady pace. after the fight about the party and everything that followed, the two talked for a bit, and of course talking lead up to other things. despite being pissed off at one another, at the end of the day, they knew how they felt about each other.

as bad as things got between the two, their love is what kept everything together in a way. if they hadn't cared s much about losing one another, this relationship would've been history long before any of this started. plus, make up sex was always a bonus.

"fuck zayn." harry moans against zayn's lips as zayn rotates his hips in circular motions, thrusting in harry pleasurably.

"like that?" zayn whispers.

"yess." harry moans, gripping zayn's biceps, craning his neck as zayn dipped down to suck at his tender skin, creating dark bruises. harry bites his lip, rocking his hips to meet zayn's slow steady thrusts, which he loved, but he needed more. "god, f-faster babe, want it faster."

zayn continues to suck on harry's neck, but starts to speed up, fucking into harry faster as he was asked. harry hooks his ankles around zayn's back, slightly bouncing with the force of zayn's hips.

"yeah, like that, fuck." harry moans. zayn grunts softly, pulling away from harry's neck to look at his face. he begins to thrusts faster, making the bed rock. "zaynnn."

"fuck." zayn groans, feeling his orgasm start to peak.

"i'm gonna cum, z." harry whimpers, tightening his legs around zayn. zayn leans up further, unhooking harry's legs from his waist, pushing them further apart, rocking against harry deeper.

"yeah, cum for me baby." zayn says biting his lip as he looks down at harry. harry throws his head back, moaning loudly as zayn rocks against his prostate, his hips jerking slightly. a few thrusts later, he's cumming. zayn fucks him through it, cumming as well only seconds later. zayn leans down to kiss harry slowly pulling out of him as the two lip lock. they kiss for a couple minutes before pulling away and zayn lies next to him.

"you okay?" zayn asked, looking over at harry. harry looks back at him and laughs at the stupid question.

"yes, i'm okay, babe." harry says, pecking zayn's lips. zayn smiles.

"i love you, h." zayn say, caressing harry's cheek. the anger and tension completely diminishing from their fight early. and zayn can't believe that harry honestly thought he was going to break up with him. not on his watch.

"i love you, zee."

"you wanna shower baby?"

"let's do a bath." harry says. zayn nods and tells harry he'll go start it before kissing him and getting out the bed. harry smiles and rolls over to lay on his stomach. he hears a phone start to vibrate against the nightstand on his bed, and ignored it, closing his eyes for a moment. until it starts vibrating again indicating someone was calling. harry groans and sits up to see who it was. although it was zayn's phone ringing, so he looked at the screen, about to call zayn to tell him that someone was calling him, until he did a double take on the caller id.

gigi.

harry raises an eyebrow. harry knows that this can't be the same gigi that zayn used to date, because zayn had told him they didn't talk anymore. harry puts his phone down and decides to ignore it for now.

zayn comes back to ask harry which bath bomb he wanted to use. before leaving again to put it in the water, and soon the two were sitting in the bath together, zayn behind harry with his arms wrapped around him.

harry was quiet, staring down at the water as zayn played in his and nibbled on his neck playfully every now and then. zayn notices harry's silent, and brushes his hair behind his shoulder, before resting his chin there and pulling harry closer.

"what's wrong?"

"oh, nothing." harry smiles, fakely.

"there is, what is it?" zayn asks again. harry laughs slightly.

"i just find it funny that the ex you said you didn't talk to anymore, is calling your phone. so, i guess i'm just kinda confused." harry says. zayn rolls his eyes.

"okay, so she calls my phone and you immediately assume i still talk to her?" zayn asked.

"well, you do have her number saved, so, i don't know, you tell me." harry laughs, even though he was obviously agitated.

"harry, c'mon."

"why is she calling you zayn?" harry asked, serious now.

"don't start this, we just made up."

"tell me." harry says. zayn growls annoyingly.

"because she saw us fighting at the party and she called me thinking i'd want to fuck, but i didn't, so stop it harry." zayn says.

"but you saved her number."

"i didn't harry, you just wanna start shit." zayn growls, pushing him away and climbing out of the tub, before walking out. harry crosses his arms and sits back in the tub, pouting. zayn goes to his room, dries off and puts his clothes on. harry comes in a few minutes later, drying off and putting on some clothes.

harry looks at zayn who is now laying on the bed, on his phone, not paying any attention to harry. harry sighs, and walks over to him, laying down next to him. zayn concentrates on his phone. harry puts his head on zayn's shoulder.

"i don't wanna fight." harry says.

"then why do you have to make everything into an argument?" zayn replies, looking down at harry.

"i'm not, i'm sorry. just, she's your ex and i got concerned."

"don't be. i went straight home after i took care of you last night. she was just thinking i'd want a little stress reliever, but i declined. you can read the texts if you want to."

"no, i trust you." harry nods. zayn raises an eyebrow at harry. "i do, i do trust you, i'm being stupid."

"you are."

harry rolls his eyes, but kisses zayn's collarbone "i love you."

"yeah, love you too." zayn says, putting his phone away. "can we not fight for the next twenty four hours? i'm tired of it." zayn says.

"we won't, i promise."

"okay." zayn says, wrapping an arm around harry.

we'll just see how long that promise lasts.

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