Omnipresence ♾ Zarry

i.

"It's the third of Halloween, what are we gonna watch?"

"Halloween?" Zayn laughs. "It's October, babes."

Harry shrugs as he walks over to the couch. He plops down next to Zayn and wraps himself around his husband. "You know I love the spooky times."

"I do," Zayn affirms and kisses the top of Harry's head. "Feel like we should do something easy tonight. Like, The Addams Family or something."

"Could do," Harry says quietly and angles his head up so he can kiss Zayn. It starts with a fleeting kiss, just a quick touch of lips. But then they both reel back in, hungry for more. Harry's hand lands on Zayn's cheek, keeping him close as they kiss. It never gets old, it truly doesn't. They've been together for eight years and the love doesn't get less exciting, no matter how many times they kiss, how many times they make love. Harry's still as obsessed as he was when they were in their early 20's and have just met.

They're supposed to have a movie night tonight, as they tend to have every weekend but it starts leaning towards something else as Harry pulls Zayn down as lies down on the couch. He's not quite sure where this pressing need for touching and kissing came from but Harry tries not to think about it as their legs get tangled together and he feels himself getting hard.

"Didn't we want to watch a film?" Zayn says between kisses.

Harry laughs, his hand in Zayn's hair. "Maybe. But this seems like a better programme for tonight."

"Let's at least try to watch the movie," Zayn chuckles and lifts himself up a bit. "We can still have sex on the couch tonight, but later."

"Fine," Harry sighs theatrically. "But it's your turn to get the snacks tonight."

"Alright," Zayn says and probably for the first time ever doesn't bitch about having to be the one who takes the arduously long 10-minute walk to the Tesco Metro nearby. "What do you want me to get?"

Harry hums. "Ice cream. Something with chocolate or nuts. And some crisps without an offensive flavour. Sea salt or vinegar is fine."

"Your wish is my command, your highness," Zayn smiles at Harry and kisses him again before getting off the couch.

"Thank you, baby," Harry grins at him, still lying down. Zayn just shakes his head with a smile, takes his jacket from the hanger in the entryway and leaves their house, the old wooden door with a glass mosaic shutting loudly behind him.

Harry sighs loudly and forces himself to sit up. If he stays on the couch, he's either going to start wanking or he'll fall asleep. Instead, he puts on a Cher vinyl in the record player, amps up the sound and goes to the kitchen to open a bottle of wine. He finds their cat, Jolene, named after the hit song by Dolly Parton of course, napping on the counter.

"Hun, how many times do we have to tell you you're not allowed up on the counter," Harry tells Jolene as he wakes her up with soft pets. She automatically chirps in protest as if she could understand him. Despite her general cuteness, Harry picks her up and puts her down on the floor. Then his steps lead to the wine rack where he takes a bottle of red and opens it right away. He gets two glasses ready and fills up his own, taking it to the living room.

Harry struts around the room as he downs the glass, goes to refill it and when he's back, he picks up Jolene, disturbing her from the vigorous paw cleaning she was in the middle of. Between sips of wine and cuddling Jolene, he starts dancing around with her to Cher's crooning. He's very often in awe of how tolerant Jolene is of his bullshit. Especially the dancing since it's a frequent occurrence.

The cycle of dancing and wine drinking continues until Harry downs the entire bottle himself. He frowns at the empty bottle on the kitchen counter. What time is it even? When Harry goes to check if they have rosé, Jolene slips out of his grasp. Upon finding exactly zero bottles of rosé, Harry texts Zayn, telling him to get a bottle. He hopes he's still at the shop. If not, they'll survive with the wine they already have.

Harry does open another bottle of red but he takes both the glasses and the bottle into the living room, ready for their movie night. He fills up his glass and very leisurely sips at it as he goes to refill Jolene's kibble. The moment she hears the bag of food rustle, she's at Harry's side in an instant.

"Is it good, babe?" Harry asks her quietly as he pets her. She doesn't pay him any mind as she eats her food. Then the doorbell rings.

"The other cat dad forgot his keys again," Harry chuckles to Jolene and pets the entire length of her body before standing up. The doorbell rings again.

"Coming!" Harry calls out. "What the hell took you so long?"

When Harry opens the door, he doesn't find his husband on the other side of the door. It's two policemen.

Nothing makes sense from that moment. Harry's head erupts with a ringing sound and time doesn't move as it should. He registers his glass falling out of his hand and shattering on the hardwood floor. There are words of condolences, "such a horrible accident", explanations that don't mean shit anymore. Questions upon questions that Harry's not sure he answers or not. Then they're gone and it's silence. There's nothing but silence.

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um guys IM VERY SORRY FOR DOING THAT! but i promise you're gonna like this fic, there is a LOT coming up and happening here!!!!!!!!