Change Your Ticket

For real?

Harry's POV

Zayn stays silent for a moment and I fear he is gonna break out into a fit of laughter. However, he doesn't but instead kisses me fiercely. I don't think I have ever felt that dizzy. I don't know anything anymore. All I can think and feel are Zayn's lips which I don't really mind.

"I don't think I can stay in Paris any longer", he sighs against my mouth. I feel my shoulders sinking in disappointment. It's not like I have expected him to actually stay longer, but a part of me has already created more images of us together. Is it too much to ask that I don't want this to end?

"Don't pout because of me", he softly says, his hand caressing my cheeks and even though I am not feeling as great as I have just minutes ago, his touch makes me smile for a brief second.

"I do have an alternative plan though", he continues and I am suddenly very confused and excited.

"Yes", I manage to say, my voice hoarse and merely above a whisper.

"The thing is that I have promised my mom to spend some more time at home before I head off to college again", he explains but I still don't see what my part will be in his idea, "so if you want to, I mean, this is all happening very quickly, but if you really want to...then you could come stay with me and my fam for a few days."

I stare at him in utter disbelieve.

"For real?", I question, not believing that he really is being so serious to invite me to his home.

"Yeah", he scratches the back of his hands, nervousness written in his eyes. I don't want him to be shy about proposing such a brave and wonderful idea.

"I'd love to", I beam at him, pecking him on the cheek. Immediately, he gives me one of his cute smiles which I have already found out, are almost as adorable as when he laughs.

"You think they'll be okay with that?"

"Oh, I am sure my mom will freak out if I tell her", he states seriously but when he sees my scared expression he adds, "don't you worry. After they have met you, she won't mind it anymore. I know her very well and I am sure she'll like you even more than she likes me."
"Haha", I give him that look as if to say that I know he is exaggerating, however, I am thankful for him trying to sooth my concern, "I still will worry about it. But I guess we'll just see what happens."

"Good. So, it's settled?", he wants me to confirm our spontaneous idea.

"It's settled", I assure him happily.

"Alright. So, you want to go see the others now? I feel like as much as Liam likes Louis and Niall, he feels a bit abandoned by me", Zayn says.

"Sure. If I know I'll get to spend more time with you anyways, I don't mind", I retort smugly.

"Okay then."

We meet the others at a bar. To my surprise Louis is not scolding me or giving me warning glances, I bet it has something to do with that brunette sitting on his lap. They are not even kissing each other, only staring and I find it amusing to observe them. Niall is chatting with some lads at the bar, while occasionally sipping at his probably fifth drink. That leaves me, Liam and Zayn talking about this and that. Honestly, I don't even know what exactly we are talking about, I basically pretend knowing and just nod along. I have already had a few shots and maybe I am a bit drunk, I think. I don't care about making conversation but Zayn eagerly talks to his best friend. As long as I can continue leaning my head on his shoulder, I am happy. At some point, my eyes must have closed themselves, because the next thing I know, I am being shaken by two hands. Drowsily, I open my eyes, needing to adjust to the room.

"Where is everybody?", I mumble against Zayn's neck, where I have previously nuzzled my nose into.

"Already left", he states, "but I didn't feel like waking you up. You looked adorable sleeping."

I don't think he is right about that but I am too tired to correct him.

"I think you need to carry me home", I exclaim a bit dramatically, but also not really feeling steady and awake enough to reach the hostel without any help.

"Yeah, I don't see that happening", he chuckles, "let's just call a cab."

"Will you carry me to the cab, then?", I ask further and I believe Zayn is currently rolling his eyes in annoyance with my drunken state.

"If you really want me to", he groans. Eagerly nodding, Zayn catches me off guard, lifting me up as if I weighed nothing, although I am sure that I must weigh more than him. Enjoying the closeness, I press my face into his chest and let him carry me outside. If people are giving us weird looks at that, I clearly can't see them and even if I could, I don't care.

"God", Zayn grumbles, sounding out of breath. Now, I consider finally walking by myself again, when I am being put down on a seat. Zayn retreats his arm and I can feel a door being closed, another one opened and then closed again. As soon as he is seated, I scoot over and rest my head on his lap. He slowly starts caressing my head, almost making me purr out loud at that gentle and soothing touch. If I would be more awake, I bet I would be wondering about trusting someone so easily, but I think I am passed that thought by far. He isn't just someone anymore.

The driver and Zayn are talking about something that I don't catch, sleep taking over me once more.

"Come on, Curly", he whispers into my ear, "only need to get to our room, then you can sleep again."

"Mmh", I mumble. Using all my strength, I get out of the car, holding on to Zayn's arm immediately, because otherwise I might fall. In a blur, we enter the hostel, take the elevator upstairs and stumble, or at least I am stumbling, into the room.

"Come here", he orders and I comply right away. Standing in front of him, he lifts up my shirt and motions for me to hold up my arms; I do.

"You want to undress me", I cheekily exclaim, making Zayn groan out loud. He doesn't reply, but instead starts unzipping my pants, I try to step out of them, after he has already pulled them down, leaning my arm onto his shoulder, because otherwise I would have fallen down on the floor with a thud. Being left in only my boxers, Zayn pushes me onto his bed, then retracting himself again. I whine at the loss of body contact, however, he is tugging himself under the duvet only a few minutes later.

That is how we fall asleep; bare chested only wearing boxers, legs entangled and my head resting on his chest.