Daisies • Zarry

21. Locket

Zayn's eyes slowly flickered open as the soft glow of the sun filtered through his room the following morning. He felt warm, nestled in his bed under his black down comforter with his own personal space heater beside him. Zayn turned over and pressed his body up against Harry's from behind, wrapping his arm around Harry's naked torso and drawing him in close. He smiled gently, burying his face into the back of Harry's neck as his silky curls tickled his nose, which smelt like both rose and lavender. Zayn then slipped into the happiest, most comfortable state of bliss as Harry backed into him softly, still asleep, as quiet as a mouse and as peaceful as a morning dove. Then he felt Harry begin to stir, letting out a faint moan as he craned his neck, his brilliant green eyes fluttering open behind naturally curled lashes, catching the light as he looked at Zayn and smiled, and Zayn returned it upon seeing his dimples form on his cheeks.

"Good morning honey," Harry's groggy morning voice croaked.

"Hi baby," said Zayn, kissing Harry's cheek. "Sleep well?"

"Better than ever," he answered as Zayn became lost inside the forest of Harry's eyes in a way that told him he'd never want to leave.

"When do you go back to Pennsylvania?"

"Tomorrow," replied Zayn with a slight frown.

"Let's go on a date then...today," Harry said back, turning his body so that he was facing Zayn with a smile that was unable to leave his lips.

"Do you like ice skating?"

"I do," Zayn responded. "Just not a huge fan of Rockefeller."

"Oh yeah fuck that, I know a nice little place like a hidden gem in this city. You'll like it because it's not too crowded...and it has a great view."

Zayn leaned in just then and pressed his lips to Harry's, hardly even caring about morning breath because he was just so lovely and perfect and he knew what to say. Harry placed his hand against Zayn's cheek, holding his face delicately as he kissed him back as warm sensations drifted over Zayn, encompassing him as if he was on some cloud on the warmest, sunniest day, floating through the sky.

"I could get used to this," said Zayn, pulling away from Harry's mouth.

"Me too."

* * * * *

Harry understood Zayn. He knew that Zayn preferred less obvious, less crowded places that weren't filled with tourists and he knew that Zayn wasn't the type of person to be impressed by lavish, showy things, which was why Harry didn't even hesitate to plan their day accordingly. They took the subway, stopping for a bite to eat at a food cart that served the best Brazilian food in lower Manhattan and they held hands as they strolled down South street.

All Zayn could think about was how right it felt with Harry. How this is exactly what it was supposed to be. There were no bubbles of doubt floating around in his mind and that was the best feeling for Zayn. When they showed up to the ice skating rink Zayn was giddy, like a kid on Christmas. The rink was called Winterland; it was quaint, tucked away on a rooftop with the most exquisite view of the water and city lights and as they sat on the bench, lacing up their skates Harry kept looking over at Zayn, smiling to himself.

"What?" asked Zayn, blushing a little.

"Nothing," Harry replied. "Just thinking about how attractive my boyfriend is."