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11: S omething Different

Zayn has been back home for thirty minutes and he's been nervously pacing around the house and watching the clock ever since. It's just after five in the evening now. So if Harry finished work at four or a little later as he usually does, he should either be home or close to arriving home by now. That's plenty of time to have seen the missed call from Zayn and check the message he left for him.

But just as Zayn starts to doubt that Harry even bothered to check the message and listen to what he had to say, he hears the doorbell ring. It makes his heart leap and he runs to the door to unlock it and swing it open.

Harry is there and he's still in his jacket and scrubs. So Zayn guesses that he must've gotten his message and then rushed right over from work. That's a relief to know he couldn't wait to see him despite being unhappy with him.

"I got your message." Harry says. "You said that it was urgent and that I should come over to your place. But you didn't say why."

"I know."

"So why?"

Zayn suddenly pulls him inside by his scrub top so that they clash into a kiss. Harry's first instinct is to kiss back but he fights the feeling to gently pull away.

"Zayn. Don't. Please don't start anything you know you don't want to finish."

But Zayn puts his hands on his shoulders. "I finally have an answer to your question. I know what I want because I want what you want."

"And what do I want?"

"For me to belong only to you."

Harry swallows hard and shakes his head. "You've said that before and look what happened. So how do I know you're telling the truth this time?"

"By letting me prove it to you."

"And how do you suppose you'll do that? Kiss me and talk to me about how sorry you are only to go right back to making plans with her when she comes back?"

He shakes his head. "No. Something different."

"Like what?"

He says nothing this time. But he does kiss Harry again, this time so real and passionate that Harry just can't pull away. The kiss begins to intensify more and more until Harry is the one grabbing Zayn's face and controlling it. So while he's busy doing that, Zayn tries to push his jacket off his shoulders. Harry knows that means Zayn wants it off and since all the kissing is making him hot anyway, he steps away briefly to take it off and let it fall to the floor.

Zayn feels himself being pushed roughly against the wall. But he just laughs because he likes it like that. Harry is the only one who ever really does it. As Harry's pushing his face in Zayn's neck to lightly pull at the skin with his teeth, Zayn starts to undo his own shirt, button by button until it's open and ready to come off, which Harry doesn't even think twice about helping him out of.

"I think you have an idea where this is going, don't you?" Zayn says.

"I think I do. But I'm not even sure that it's real because we're not at my place."

"But it is real." He grips the hem of Harry's scrub top. "Shirt off."

Harry obliges and then lifts the top over his head before letting it drop onto the floor with his jacket. Zayn can't help but to roll his eyes now. But not in a bad way. It's just that this man is so fit and muscular and beautiful that he has no clue what he does to him. He turns him on completely.