Change Your Ticket

I do not mind making out, though

Zayn's POV

Stumbling into the hostel, we giddily wave at the receptionist, before heading for the elevator. As soon as the doors are closed, I have Harry pushed up against the wall. In this process, his legs gradually wrap themselves around my waist, while accidentally hitting different buttons, which none of us really seems to mind. Maybe except for the fact that it will take a bit longer for us to reach our room, since we are not gonna stop at our floor right away.
Harry's lips are eagerly parting for mine, his tongue entering my mouth, again and I am able to taste his individual taste, combined with the hard liquor we consumed. With my one hand I am holding him up by his bum, the other one I tangle up in his hair.
As Harry moans into the kiss, I let out a grunt myself, loving the friction that is being created in between the two of us. Zealously, I massage his bum a bit more, giving it a light pinch, while pushing my body even closer against his front. I know that he can feel my hardened crotch, just as I can feel his erection trough the fabric of our pants. After what feels like an eternity, the doors open again, at our floor, and instead of walking out of the elevator like normal people would do, I keep Harry lifted up, our tongues still tied, leading to a bit of bumping into the wall or a door, because it's not as easy to walk around like this.
When I break our kiss, in order to find the right room, Harry surprises me by starting to pepper my neck with kisses as light as a feather, until a few seconds later he is being more straightforward, sucking and nibble on my skin; and I am sure that he is gonna leave a bruise.
Enjoying his warm lips on my skin, I walk us to our room, grab the key card from my back pocket and luckily, manage to open the door.
"Fuck", I pant, as soon as I have dropped Harry on my bed. He is gazing up at me, his cheeks flushed and his hair messy from me tugging at it. I lean down to him and start pressing kisses onto his neck.
"What?", Harry dopily asks.
"You're really hot, do you know that?", I whisper into his ear, and if I'm not mistaken he starts blushing even more than before", although I think you can feel my excitement."
With that being said, I start grinding a bit down on him, causing an agonizing and anticipation friction.
"Mmh", he says panting heavenly, as I continue to hump him.
My mind is so fucking clouded, I can only feel his touch, be engulfed in his scent, since he is still smelling a bit like vanilla, probably his shampoo or body lotion, and let my hands roam around his body.
He is the distraction that I have needed. He is the one that can make my pain go away just for a few moments, before all will start rushing back.
And as far as I can tell, he doesn't mind to go further at all. His body is responding so quickly to mine, something that even she hasn't managed to do.
"Zayn...", Harry says in between little whimpers.
"Yeah?", I slowly reply, while at the same time opening up the buttons of his dress shirt. As soon as I unbuttoned all of it, in glide my hand over his toned chest, tracing over the tattoos, that I haven't thought I would find, admiring them and his body.
"Zayn", Harry interrupts my touches again.
"What is it, babe?", I impatiently retort, wanting for him to not talk, so he won't be ruining my good mood.
"It's just...", he starts bashfully, as I caress his cheek, "today was my first kiss. I'm not ready for...you know."
Shit. I mean, now I do remember him saying something like that, but from how good he is as a kisser, I already have forgotten about it. Sighing in frustration, because I won't be getting what I am yearning for, I overplay my annoyance and sweetly say" "Okay, I get it. You're right. We don't have to go all the way."
Harry's eyes shimmer in the dim lighting, the moon shining through the window being it's only source. A coy smile is plastered on his face and as much as I am annoyed with him for being a cock-block, I beam back at him, because he does look adorable right now.
"Thank you for understanding", he says, still smiling then adding,"I do not mind making out, though."
I let out a chuckle at his cute behavior and since making out is better than nothing, and maybe also because I do really like feeling his plump pink lips moving together with mine, I immediately crush my lips down onto his.

"Oi oi", a loud scream startles me out of my almost-slumber. The noise turns out to be made by none other than Louis, who is entering the room, followed by Liam and Niall.
"Louis, you idiot! Harry is sleeping", I hiss at him, for some unknown reason wanting for Harry to be able continuing his peaceful sleep.
"In your bed?", he quirks an eyebrow at me, almost as if to say that I better should treat Harry right or else he'll fight me, however, Louis isn't particularly a threat to me.
"Gotta problem with that?", I retort challenging him. For a brief moment he looks like he wants to say something but then decides against it.
"Just go to sleep, everyone", Liam interrupt our short conversation.

And that's exactly what I intend to do. So I snuggle up against the curly haired, embracing him from behind and letting my chin rest in the crook of his neck.

I do have to admit, Harry is very lovable. But I'm not looking for love. He is supposed to be my distraction from it.

That doesn't mean that it is forbidden to cuddle with him though.
After all, I have missed sleeping and waking up to having someone next to me on my bed. I have missed having someone being my little spoon. I have missed feeling a body heat warming mine.
And Liam has been right when he said to me the day before, that I should just try to have fun in Paris despite everything.
And Harry definitely seems to be promising lots of fun.

With that thought, I close my eyes, slowly drifting off to sleep.

Thoughts???