chance connection |1| [zarry] (✔️)

onehundredthirtyfour

"Babe," Zain yawns, turning slightly to watch Harry get dressed. "Where you going?"

"On a run," Harry answers, leaning over to kiss Zain's cheek before going back to rummaging through his dresser. "Like I do almost every morning."

"s stupid," Zain mutters, turning his face into the pillow. "You could stay in bed instead."

"We can have sex later," Harry answers distractedly. "Have you seen my black leggings? It's cold, I need them."

"You put them in the wash," Zain yawns again. "I think."

"Oh," Harry says, stopping his frantic search, and turning around with a lost expression on his face like he doesn't have a whole drawer full of sports wear.

"Just wear something else, babe," Zain says, reaching out to touch Harry's thigh.

"Yea," Harry says, wrinkling his nose and pulling some jogging pants out of the drawer, putting them on with an unhappy face.

"Really, babe," Zain sighs. "You know you can wear stuff that's not your favourite piece of clothing, right?"

"I am," Harry protests, adjusting the pants a few times before giving up with a wrinkled nose.

"And you're doing so happily, right?" Zain grins. "You've gotta have another set of workout pants that don't drive you mad."

"Dunno," Harry shrugs. "I'm going. See you later, I'll bring stuff for breakfast."

"Cool," Zain yawns, accepting the kiss Harry gives him before turning onto his side and pulling his blanket over his head. "If Freddie's up you can tell him he can come in."

"Alright, love you," Harry says, closing the door behind him.

It doesn't take long and Freddie is bouncing onto the bed, ripping Zain from his slumber.

"Harry said I could come in. Can we watch Lilo and Stitch?" he announces, wiggling under the blanket.

"Why are your feet cold?" Zain asks, trying to get out of reach. "You're supposed to put on socks when you get up."

"But I wasn't cold," Freddie says, pushing his cold feet against Zain's calves with a giggle. "Can we watch Lilo and Stitch?"

"Not if you keep torturing me," Zain yawns, tickling Freddie's sides and kissing his cheek. "If we're watching Lilo and Stich now, you won't be able to watch another movie later today, ok?"

Freddie hesitates, scrunching up his nose. "I-," he says, looking at Zain with a frown. "Ok."

"Ok," Zain says, reaching across Freddie to grab the remote from the bedside table drawer. Freddie cuddles close happily, humming slightly to himself and Zain's closes his eyes again, letting himself drift off.

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"You're still in bed," Harry says, his frown softening when he sees Freddie snuggles against Zain's side. Zain smirks at him, watching him take off his clothes. Harry stops undressing abruptly when he remembers that Freddie is in the room, looking at Zain with wide eyes like he hasn't still got most of his layers on.

Zain rolls his eyes. "He's not even looking, just get in the shower," he says, tickling Freddie's neck. "Right, monster."

"Shush, Zain," Freddie reprimands him, not looking away from the screen.

"Shush," Harry grins, leaning onto the bed to kiss Zain's cheek. "Hi, baby," he says quietly, almost falling in top of Zain in an attempt to reach Freddie.