S.A.D || zarry au

twenty tree

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        "Harry," Zayn said sympathetically as I stared at his phone with a blank expression. He gently pried the electronic from my hands and sat it down beside him. "Harry," he said again rubbing up and down my arm soothingly.

        "It's fine," I choked out, "he can do what he wants. I don't care."

        "Don't be like that."

        "No, he made his choice," I said sitting up. Zayn followed suit putting his arm over my shoulders. He kissed my cheek and pressed his forehead against my temple. "I just want to go to bed and forget about it."

        "Okay, we can go to bed," he said speaking softly. He reached for the remote and turned off the TV while I removed my shirt and pants snuggling under the covers. Zayn followed suit after turning off the lights. He pulled me close to his body and I nuzzled my head against his chest.

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        I woke up in an odd position. I was laying on my stomach with one of my legs draped over Zayn's waist while his forearm was straight laying across my neck. I gently unwrapped my leg from around him with a faint blush on my cheeks. This caused him to turn on his side facing me with his arm now holding onto the pillow. I look at his innocent, sleeping face softly smiling. I broke my gaze and looked at the alarm clock rubbing my eyes. 11:47am. I'm surprised Mum hasn't tried to wake us up yet. I pushed Zayn tenderly and his body only went with the small movement before going to back to his original position. "Zayn," I said in my gruffy morning voice. "Time to get up."

        He didn't even twitch.

        "Zayn," I said a bit more loudly nudging him.

        "Go away," he groaned without opening his eyes.

        "It's almost noon, babe," I said.

        "Too early," he murmured pulling the covers around himself tighter. I chuckled deciding to leave him be. I got up and walked down stairs to see Mum curled up on the couch watching Cut Throat Kitchen.

        "Morning, Mumma," I said yawning. She looked at me with a smile.

        "Morning, hun, is Zayn not awake?"

        I shook my head and plopped down beside her, "No, he wouldn't get up." I was seriously surprised at that considering how early we went to bed. I couldn't even believe that I slept till noon.

        "I made breakfast this morning and I was going to wake you two up, but you just looked too darling."

        I quirked an eyebrow. The position that I woke up on wasn't exactly darling. Comfy but odd really. She grinned, "I even took a picture. See," she said turning on her phone and facing it towards me. I have to admit that did look adorable. Zayn was laying on his back and my head was against chest with my hand laying on his stomach and the other resting on where his neck and shoulder meet. His arm was lazily draped across my back with his fingers caressing my side. "You two are so cute," she winked locking her phone back.

        I smiled sinking back against the couch. Eventually I got up to use the bathroom and brush my teeth. But, I was back in the same position in no time. We watched almost a whole episode when you heard 'thud thud thud'. I looked up to see a very tired, shirt-covered Zayn scratching his messy hair. Mine probably looked worse though, no doubt. "Good afternoon," I smiled cheekily.

        He grumbled sitting beside me, "In my book it's morning."

        I bite my lip holding back my laugh. Mum looked at us for a moment before she said, "I'm going to go fix some lunch. Sandwiches sound good to you?" We both nodded. She disappeared into the kitchen and I instantly felt lips on my neck. I gasped and Zayn pulled back with a smirk.