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Sixteen : Trust

"Hi, Zayn." Harry greets Zayn as he walks into his apartment.

"Hello, Mr. Styles. How're you doing today?" Zayn asked, putting his jacket on the couch.

"I'm actually in a very creative mood, at the moment. Which is good because we are about to write a song but I also want to make cookies." Harry admitted and Zayn just laughed at him.

"I think the song can wait,"

"I knew you'd agree. That's why I chose you to be my partner," Harry laughs before he realized how that sounded.

"For the song." He added.

Zayn stood up and walked to Harry. "Ah, and here I was thinking you meant romantically." Zayn said as he brought Harry's hand up to his lips and kissed it.

Harry began to blush, "You'll get your time soon enough, Zayn."

"Can I kiss you, Harry?"

Harry looked at the man in shock. "Um, no." He spat out.

Zayn smirked as he saw that his question flustered his teacher.

"Harry?" Zayn cooed. Harry rolled his eyes as he walked backward to leave a space between him and Zayn.

"Can I kiss you? Put my lips on yours?" Zayn asked again, getting closer.

Harry chuckled but his eyes widened when he realized he reached the counter. He had nowhere else to go and Zayn got closer and closer.

"Can I, Harry?" Zayn whispered. Harry could smell the cologne coming from Zayn, his eyes shining from the light coming in from the kitchen window. He looked radiant.

Harry abruptly shoved past Zayn, "Zayn, these cookies aren't going to make themselves. You know what you can do? Get the eggs and butter out of the fridge." Harry demanded and Zayn just laughed at the younger man.

So close.

As the two men ate the warm cookies on the kitchen floor and drank the beers Harry had in his fridge, they talked about their moms.

"She's honestly one of the strongest people I know, she's my rock. My mum has helped me through some of the most traumatic experiences of my life and I don't know where I'd be without her. Dead probably." Harry said taking a sip of his beer.

"Well let me go and personally thank Anne because life would be so boring without you, Harry," Zayn confessed.

"Eh, you would've been perfectly fine." Harry dismissed the compliment.

"I'd have one less very cool tattoo."

"S'true." Harry smiled.

"My life had honestly been a mess until recently. Remember that job I had that had me being a horrible student? Yeah, I had to take it one because me mum was sick. She's better now, thank god. But it's been difficult being away from her so giving her money to pay the medical bills was the least I could do, you know?"

"Zayn, you're a good son. You helped her out regardless, I'm sure she appreciates anything you do because she loves you." Harry responded and Zayn nodded.

"What was that job, anyway?" Harry asked. Zayn shifted uncomfortably.

He sighed as he ruffled his hair.

"I'm telling you all this because you're asking and I want to be honest. I'm hoping you'll value that."

Harry was taken aback by Zayn's seriousness.

"I was an escort."

Harry began coughing, he was drinking his beer and accidentally choked on it.

Zayn rolled his eyes. "Can you at least be discreet?" 

Harry began shaking his head, "No! It's not you!" Harry said and kept coughing.

Zayn just kept drinking his beer as he brought his knees under his chin. 

"Zayn, I'm not bothered by that but did you have sex with your ... clients?" Harry asked.

Zayn began to blush. "Yea, only one though but it was a few times. We'd both get drunk and we're both lonely so." Zayn explained and Harry nodded.

"But she's been a client of mine for a while so I kind of trust her. But it wasn't a relationship or anything. But I also don't sleep with my clients." Zayn rambled and Harry smiled.

"You don't think its weird?" Zayn asked.

 Harry shook his head. "Course not. If you say you don't sleep with your clients, I believe you." Harry said smiling.

"Good. Because," Zayn started looked for words. "Well, because I like you Harry, and I want to start a relationship with you. I'm not just an infatuated student. I want to be together. As partners. As lovers. Just be yours." Zayn said frustrated. He was suddenly so vulnerable so he was scared. He just wanted Harry to speak.

Harry kissed Zayn's hands. After he lifted his gaze from Zayn's hand to his marvelous hazel eyes.

"I want to be just yours, too." He said smiling. 

As Zayn's eyes widened, a smile spread over his face and he happily jumped into Harry's arms.

"Have I ever told you how much I love your hair? It's so curly and just so cute, you're so cute Harry Styles and you are never leaving me." Zayn gushed while touching Harry's hair.

"And your smile, oh my god. I love it so much, I get to see your bunny teeth which are adorable and your dimples are so cute. I just love everything about you, Harry. I can't believe I can actually tell you these things." Zayn smiled while in Harry's lap. his arms tightly around Harry's neck.

Harry smiled as he loosely put his arms around Zayn's waist, he loved the smell of Zayn's cologne.

"Are you gonna write a song about me, Zayn?"

"Might as well, shouldn't I? But it's not that fun if you're helping me write a song about you."

"Yea, s'a bit narcassisstic." 

"Just a tad, my love." Zayn joked as he looked into Harry's eyes while Harry rubbed circles on Zayn's back with his fingers.

"Can I kiss you, Harry?" Zayn asked.

Harry felt the butterflies flutter in his stomach as he finally gave in to the man and slowly nodded.

Zayn leaned in and Harry admired the man before him. Softly trailing his finger along the side of Harry's face, Zayn closed the gap remaining between each other and molded their lips together.

Harry felt his heart race as he leaned in pressing against Zayn. Zayn lifted his hands and entangled them in Harry's short curls while immersed in the sensation of Harry's touch on his back.

Harry moaned softly causing Zayn to smile and pull back from the kiss.

He saw that Harry's eyes were still closed.

"You okay there?" Zayn laughed.

"I think I'm in heaven." Harry smiled as he pulled Zayn in for a hug. The two were now laying on the kitchen floor. Zayn laying beside Harry, arm draped around his waist.

"Same here, Haz. Same here."

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okay but who tops?

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