chance connection |2| [zarry]

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"Aw, fuck Louis," Zain says, turning the box upside down.

"What?" Harry asks, distracted as he kisses Zain's shoulder and tries to pull him closer. "Louis?"

"Condoms are empty," Zain explains, dropping the box onto the floor and moving to kiss Harry.

"What?" Harry says again, with a desperate whine in his voice as he pulls Zain closer. "You promised sex today, there is no way Freddie let me go if we leave our bedroom."

"Yea," Zain says, kissing him softly and pressing his fingers into him again, desperate for him as well. There was no way they could get condoms without being waylaid at least thrice and they didn't have all that much time anyways if they wanted to make it to football. "Without?" he asks, because there wasn't really a reason not to.

Harry freezes beneath him. "Yea," he says breathlessly, arching up into Zain. "Yea. Sure. But-"

"We can talk later," Zain says distractedly, mouthing at Harry's jaw, and pushing his thighs apart slightly more to settle between them.

"Talk?" Harry asks confused, gasping when Zain pushes into him and letting his head drop back.

"Later," Zain says, his head dropping onto Harry's shoulder. He noses at Harry's skin, overwhelmed by the feeling of him around him and beneath him and just here again after almost two weeks.

"Yea," Harry agrees breathlessly.

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"Shit, we're late," Zain swears, catching sight of the alarm clock.

"Why did I promise Freddie I was gonna watch him again?" Harry groans, rolling onto his belly and reaching for Zain.

Zain kisses the back of his shoulders, patting his arse. "Dunno, but come on before Louis can't keep him any longer."

"Louis," Harry says, sitting up. "Why does Louis use our condoms?"

"Because I let him," Zain says, grabbing a fresh set of clothes and leaving the bathroom door open. "He had a few dates! Didn't think he'd take the last and not tell."

"He had dates?" Harry asks, following Zain into the shower, still looking half-asleep.

"Yea," Zain says softly, kissing his cheek. "Or, hookups? Like, via that app, you know?"

"Yea," Harry says, "everyone knows Tinder, grandpa."

"Well, then," Zain shrugs. "But I'm gonna talk to him about taking the last."

"What did you want to talk about?" Harry asks, scrubbing shampoo into his hair and squinting at Zain through the water in his eyes.

"Later, babe," Zain says. "When we have more than a second to ourselves."

"That's reassuring," Harry says with a frown. He still looks relaxed, though, and accepts Zain's kiss without hesitation.

"Nothing bad," Zain says, hoping that Harry hasn't changed his mind while in America, and gets out of the shower, rubbing himself dry quickly. "Hurry, we need to leave in five minutes."

"Coming," Harry calls, swearing when he drops the soap. "You should've set an alarm."

"Didn't think we'd need one, with the monster," Zain says honestly, pulling a hoodie over his head and grabbing a pair of jeans. "I'll be downstairs so Louis knows we're actually coming."

"Ok!" Harry calls, the shower cutting off.

Zain rushes downstairs, stopping in the door to the kitchen where Freddie is sitting in a bad mood, poking at his cereal.