Change Your Ticket

Best compliment, I have ever gotten

Harry's POV

My jaw has dropped, leaving my mouth widely agape. I have to be hallucinating or dreaming, someone pinch me please. I am so utterly struck for words; I don't think I have ever felt this overwhelmed. I mean, I am somewhat surprised, but mostly relieved. This is what I have wanted to happen. It's what I have desired since the first time I laid my eyes on him. However, I didn't think it could turn out to be something. Zayn had seemed too elusive to me, like he was the sun, which I could only admire from this tiny earth.

"I don't know what to think, Curly", Zayn slyly speaks, a smirk broadly present on his face, "you know, I just poured out my feelings for you and all you do is stare at me. Originally, I had kinda hoped that you might kiss me or something..."

Before he can make me feel more embarrassed and more importantly, before his own cockiness goes through his head, I slap him lightly on his chest.
"Idiot", I groan bashfully, but also amused.

"Best compliment, I have ever gotten", he retorts and I can see he is clearly rolling his eyes. "I bet", I now sassily respond, while taking a step closer towards him. He doesn't approach, but lazily waits for me to take the lead, until I am standing only a few millimeters away from him. "You gonna kiss me, now?", he questions rather rhetorically and I wish he's just shut up or kiss me, because I don't think I have the courage to do so.

"Oh, will you shut up", I exclaim, staring into his glistening brown eyes, which are daring me to finally make a move.

"Make me, Harreh", he stretches out my name in his wonderful Bradford accent and honestly that's all that it takes for me to capture his lips with mine. We both can't prevent ourselves from smiling though, making our teeth collide for a second which earns me a chuckle from the raven haired.

"Let's try that again", he mumbles against my lips and shortly after he kisses me, dominating my mouth with his. I involuntarily let out a moan when he suddenly bites down on my bottom lip, it's a small tug, not that rough, but it makes me feel incredibly turned on. Zayn deepens our kiss, with entering my mouth with his tongue, zealously letting it circle around mine and giving me the chance to taste his unique flavor. His hands are grasping my hair, whereas I am pulling him closer by his waist, so that our bodies are tightly pressed against one another.

"God", I breathily speak, clearly lacking oxygen and strength, which Zayn must notice, because he is holding me steady by my waist.

"I...You...This", I try to form a coherent sentence but the high of the kiss is still present and prevents me from doing so.

"Felt good, didn't it?", he says smirking, but I know he isn't teasing me, or well maybe he is, but there is also sincerity written in his eyes.

"Mmh", I agree, resting my forehead against his.

"Now, since we are settled on us liking each other, we can walk around some more, right?", he playfully suggests, while lifting up my chin with his finger, making me look into his eyes.

"I guess", I slowly respond, getting lost in his beautiful orbs.

"You don't seem to be too convinced of that idea", he points out and maybe he is right, because I'd rather just stay here and keep on snogging the hell outta him. Because now that he likes me too, I can feel a difference when kissing him. I don't just feel sparks anymore, I feel fireworks erupting in my stomach. And his rougher lips on my chapped ones feel so good, I don't think I can ever get tired of them being pressed onto mine.

"What is it that you're thinking about?", he questions sweetly, his delicate fingers tracing over my upper lip then wondering to my lower one. I can feel his penetrating gaze on them as well, which indicates that he might be thinking about the same thing as me. So, this time, I am braver than before, more confident and more at ease and eagerly scoot even closer towards him.

A few seconds later, we are in the exact same position as before, kissing each other fiercely, passionately, although this time I don't let him dominate the kiss but my tongue fights with his. It's not really a contest, but it still feels even more exciting.

"Harreh", Zayn is groaning out my name, making me stare at him with pride, because he seems to be out of breath as well.

"What is it?", I cheekily ask, pecking him shortly on the lips again, just because I can.

"We gotta stop", he sighs reluctantly but somewhat determined as well, "before...before you give me something I can't hide." It clicks in my head, and I do have to blush furiously. Indeed, I am getting a semi-hard myself but I just have tried to ignore it. On the other hand, not that Zayn has mentioned it, I can actually feel his erecting shaft through the layers of our fabric. I grin in contentment that I am the reason for it, that I am the one turning him on.

"That would really be inconvenient, wouldn't it?", I retort my lace filled with mischief, "But I feel like it's already too late. Really too bad, we're out in public and you're already hard", I add, stressing my statement with firmly placing my hand on his pants. I only gently rub along where his shaft it and then quickly retreat my hand.

Freaking hell. I have not just done this, have I? The playfulness and confidence I have just lost is making me feel shy once more.

"You're really something, Curly", Zayn laughs heartedly, then pouts and looks down at his almost fully loaded gun, which must be even hurting him a bit, since he is wearing tight black skinny jeans.

"I know", I state idly, then teasingly add," now let's go. You said you wanted to walk around, didn't you?"

"Idiot", he says, nonetheless beaming at me.

"Best compliment, I have ever gotten", I quote him and turn away from him, smiling like a fool.

"Aren't you original?", Zayn mocks me, his pace quickening, until eventually he has caught up with me.

"Maybe, I just think you're good with words", I flirt back.

"Or you are simply a tease", he exclaims, staring at me with a knowing look. Before I can respond to him, Zayn gives me a light slap on my bum and runs away, while yelling: "Now follow me, babe."

Did he just slap me on the bum and then called me babe?