Your Creation • Zarry

34. Stay till the morning

"Wake up, Harry!"

A loud voice startled me, waking me up from a lovely cat nap I'd been having on the bus. I opened one eye and observed one of our security guards looming above me.

"We're here. Time to get up."

Already? I had literally just fallen asleep like three minutes ago it seemed. I groaned and sat up, rubbing my eyes and trying to shake the exhaustion from my bones so I could get ready for our show in Washington, DC that night.

Zayn plopped down onto my lap, wrapping his arm around my shoulder.

"Hello sunshine."

"Hi," I replied sleepily, but still managing to fall into his eyes.

"Hotel check-in time," Zayn said while raising his eyebrows.

Thank God. It had been such a long week and we hadn't had any time alone together, but even with the tour bus life and the nights of studio recording on the road, Zayn and I had never been closer. Miami was a turning point for us because Zayn had let me inside, physically and emotionally, and I saw a more vulnerable part of him, even though he ended up deciding that bottoming wasn't going to be a routine event for him, all thanks to having a too 'well-endowed monster' cock,' as he put it, and the pain was enjoyable in the moment but he was really feeling it afterward, so he called it our special treat. Still, life was pretty satisfying.

Zayn and I were like electricity on this leg of tour and because the lads were all on board with us, we weren't holding back much, even on stage. We kept finding reasons to whisper things or to be near each other and neither of us even cared. Zayn and I had even decided to make our own bit to my part in "Kiss You" where I galloped across stage, grabbed my crotch, and then we sang in each other's faces and sometimes we got a little too into it, seeing as how I ended up making a few too many sexual gestures but I was having fun.

I know that the boys definitely picked up on that right away, too. Liam had made it a point to keep up some of the 'fan service,' which was basically us sort of over dramatizing our affection with each other, with Zayn on stage as well so that nobody really picked up on what Zayn and I were up to and sometimes I'd get cheeky with Niall, that way, nobody would suspect that Zayn and I had anything more than a bromance, just like the rest of us. Protection was key.

I'll admit I did get a little jealous whenever Zayn and Liam would have their moment, and in return I'd mess with Zayn, and somehow it fueled some extremely satisfying sexual tension for us later, which I think we both were enjoying way too much.

One of our best shows was in Columbus when a fan threw a candy thong on stage and Zayn persuaded me to wear it, so I made him take a bite from it and the fans went wild. Later on we all sat on the bus talking about how if it had been Louis who ate candy off my crotch then we would have broken the internet, but the fans didn't think anything real was going on between me and Zayn, and I found it kind of amusing.

After we all got settled into our hotel in Washington DC, me and the lads went on to sound check and moved forward with the rest of the day and I did my best not to make eyes at Zayn the entire time but I'm sure I failed. I stood shirtless in my dressing room going through racks of clothes with Caroline and kept stealing glances with Zayn from across the room and I could sense that neither of us could take it any longer. He motioned his head toward the door and mouthed the word 'toilet' to me, so I pressed my lips together and nodded knowingly.

After I got dressed in my usual black t-shirt and black skinny jeans, I dashed down the hallway as fast as I could and made my way into the bathrooms and a few minutes later I heard the door swing open.

"Two minutes," Zayn said while locking the door behind him.

He stepped toward me and had me up against the wall instantly while I met his mouth with mine and we kissed so deeply, his hand clutching the back of my head.

"I needed this," I said breathlessly while Zayn's lips traveled down my neck, giving me chills.

"Me too. You look so good right now," he responded, his hands roaming over my abs and up to my chest.

But then we were already being interrupted by voices in the hallway calling us to get ready for the meet and greet. Ugh, it had been literally not even two minutes, it was more like two seconds, but Zayn and I just had to make each one count while we could.

Later on after our show I went to Zayn's room and we commenced our alone time together. I don't know how it was even possible for our sex to feel better every time we were together, but it was, because we kept exploring each other with absolutely no limits and as time grew on Zayn kept getting softer on me. Most of the time we were aggressive and rough, just teenage boys with raging hormones, but the after part was the part when I noticed the way he was taking care of me. He was sweeter, more sensual, and I was falling even more for him.

What we hadn't been expecting was what happened next. I woke up the following morning from the sun peaking out from behind the window curtain. My body felt extra warm due to the fact that Zayn was holding me close, his body halfway on top of me, our legs intertwined. I turned behind me and looked at his flawless face; the sweetest of sweet creatures. I got so caught up in the feeling of pure bliss that I didn't realize that we were still in Washington DC and I had accidentally stayed until the morning.

Shit.

"Zayn...Zayn," I whispered, trying to wake him up.

He groaned and just held me closer and as much as I wanted to stay there and sleep for the rest of the morning I knew I had to get up and sneak out of his room without being seen by anyone that wasn't Liam, Niall or Louis.

I forced myself out of his grasp and slid off the bed. Then my phone started ringing. I looked down and saw that it was Paul, our tour manager. Uh oh. I had to answer it.

Picking up the call, I brought my phone to my ear.

"Hello?"

"Harry. We need to talk. Bring Zayn."

"What?"

Then he abruptly hung up. I was frozen, feeling every nerve in my body intensify with anxiety. Zayn opened his sleepy eyes and looked over at me and it took him a few seconds to realize what had just happened.

"Fucking hell did you sleep here?"

"Yep."

"Harry! You need to get out. Go!"

"Paul just called me. He said he wants to talk to me and you like, right now."

"And me? What for?"

"I think we might be in trouble."