Change Your Ticket

How you make me feel and stuff

A/N: So here is finally an update...

Sorry for making you guys wait so long. Im not that motivated to finish this story. I hope I will soon, though. Until then, I hope you enjoy this little update.

xx

Harry's POV

Have you ever woken up to perfection itself? Well, until now I certainly haven't but waking up to a sleeping Zayn, with his hair a bit tousled, not too much though, his eyelashes so freacking long and pretty, hiding his beautiful eyes, his lips looking so irresistible, pink and a bit swollen, probably from biting on them during his sleep and then his golden brown skin peeking out from beneath the white duvet displaying his various lines of ink. God, not to be creepy but I think I could just stare at him like that for the rest of the day, just to take in his natural beauty and to trace along his delicate body. Because I really can't contain myself anymore, I gently start caressing his hair, letting my fingers glide through his soft black strands. Not wanting to let go of him, I trace my fingers down to his face, along his cheekbones and then up to his kissable lips. By now Zayn is shifting around a bit, his arms approaching mine apprehensively, until they are placed on my hipbone.

"Turn around, babe", he mumbles drowsily, his eyes kept close, his lips barely moving. I do feel bad for waking him up, especially after he had to carry me to the cab and then get my drunken ass up to our room, but it's not my fault that he looks so damn alluring that I want nothing but to be close to him, needing this palpability.

I sheepishly follow his comply, turning around so that he can spoon me from behind. Zayn's chin is resting in the crook of my neck, his nose gently nuzzling against my skin, before he presses a light kiss onto my skin, which as a response is ablaze, or so it feels like it. I am overwhelmed by our physical connection because it seems like our bodies have a language of their own, always finding the right places to be as close together as possible. I wonder if Zayn feels like that too or if I am just being a sap?

I have just never felt like this. This intimacy from a mere touch, this trust towards someone. Sure, I easily fall into conversations with people, but not intp deep ones, you know? That always takes me ages to truly open up to somebody. And to even trust someone on a physical level, such as simple things like sharing a bed, or resting my head on someone's shoulder usually take time for me to feel comfortable doing. However, Zayn is a magnet and me and my body want nothing else but to be close and stay that way.

"What are you thinking about, Curly?", Zayn's raspy morning voice vibrates against my skin.

"You", I reply without any hesitation.

"Really?", he asks and I can feel him smirking smugly, "what about me?"

"Everything", I stutter, "I mean, how you make me feel and stuff."

"And stuff, Curly? Really?", Zayn laughs heartedly against my skin.

"You know what I mean", I pout a bit playfully and simultaneously a bit bashfully.

"How do I make you feel, babe?", he continues asking.

"Good", is my not so eloquent answer.

"Good?", he teases, "well I guess that's good to know."
"Mmh", I mumble coyly then turning around so that I can face the handsome man next to me. Once more I reach out to let my fingers roam through his hair only this time, I can tell that his gaze is following my every move and I almost feel like I am being caught doing something inappropriate so I halt.

"Don't stop", Zayn speaks up and immediately I stare right into his deep brown eyes.

"Okay", I croak out, continuing the caressing. Just closing my eyes for a second I am trying to feel every fiber of my body and of his. To feel every bit of the warmth he provides within me. Suddenly a wet kiss is pressed onto my neck, followed by another one. Keeping my eyes closed, I only enjoy this moment, letting Zayn suck and bite on my skin, while I am still soothingly tracing my fingers through his hair.

"Damn, Curly", Zayn sighs when he has finished his mark. He scoots a bit up and before I can say something, he presses his lips onto mine. Our mouth mold together rather ferociously. The kiss however, turning slow and sensual relatively soon, no battling, just tasting and feeling. When I can't breathe anymore, even though I think oxygen is rather redundant in comparison to Zayn, I reluctantly pull away.

"Good Morning", Zayn beams at me, his eyes all crinkled up.

"Morning", I grin back at him as well.

"Are the others already up?", I want to know, since Zayn is preventing me from seeing anything else but him.

"Yes", I can hear my best mate's voice groaning out, "the others are up and we are also very disgusted with you and your sickenly sweet behavior this early in the morning." So, they have just heard Zayn and me the entire time? Of course, they have, this is a hostel dorm without any privacy, I almost forgot.

"Shut up, Niall", I mutter, nuzzling closer to Zayn so that my head is pressed against his chest, which Zayn responds to with changing our position, leaving him lying on his back, with my upper body clinging on to him and my head now completely resting on his chest. Simultaneously, he has placed his right arm on my waist, rubbing over it in slow motions.

"Niall is right though!", Liam suddenly chimes in, "I mean I have never heard of Zayn being this chill and happy in the morning."

"Fuck off", Zayn mutters.

I tilt my head slightly, looking up to Zayn only to find him already staring back down to me.

"Does that mean you are a grumpy morning person that usually doesn't get out of bed until two pm?", I want to know, although my tone is teasing.

"That's exactly the kinda person I am", he proudly states to which I fondly roll my eyes.

"You know that I'm quite different in that sense, right?", I quirk an eyebrow at him, "I don't care though. Nothing that coffee can't fix."

"Don't be naïve, babe. My good mood is all due to waking up to that chocolate curls I got to wake up to." His voice is laced with sincerity and I am struck for words, because how can he just say stuff like that so openly? He seems to brave in comparison to me. I want to be brave too.

"When I said earlier you made me feel good", I start, earning Zayn's full concentration, "I lied. I mean, I didn't say what I truly felt."
"What did you mean then?", confusion is written all over his face and his expression even looks a bit apprehensive.

"I just...you ...you just make me feel safe, composed, warm, tingly, hot, happy and simultaneously you are so utterly trustable. Like, I already trust you and usually I wouldn't, but I do and it irritates me, but it's also quite nice and good to know, maybe scares me, but a good scaring, you know?" I feel so foolish and nervous and giddy and excited and...now lost for words, because Zayn's expression is filled with fondness and adoration, or so I think and his expression is all I need.

"That's an even better answer, babe."

I think I'm really falling; falling way too fast for him. I just hope he is falling too.