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Zayn had charcoal all over his hands. And face. Doing art is dirty work. Harry had requested a new Zayn original to hang in his bunk and Zayn was slaving over it, trying to get it perfect. He spent too long just trying to get an idea of what to draw. Harry told him it didn't matter really, that whatever it was he would love it. But Zayn needed this to be perfect. He wanted to show Harry everything he'd been thinking and feeling for ever with this one picture.

Harry had no idea. You'd think he'd catch on, what with the never-ending stares and near constant flirting. But Harry was never one to see what was right in front of him. And Zayn had waited long enough. He was about to make it so obvious that Harry couldn't ignore it.

Zayn wondered if Harry even realized that he flirted back. That he made Zayn dizzy and hard, often as the same time. He talked to Zayn differently than he talked to the other boys. He spent so much time investing in Zayn's happiness, Zayn just wanted to return the favor. He wanted to give Harry the lifelong happiness he deserved.

"I'm not looking I promise," Harry giggled as he came into their shared hotel room with his eyes closed.

Zayn quickly covered the drawing with his notebook and scoffed. "Harry open your eyes. You can barely walked safely with them open," he teased.

Harry uncovered his eyes with a drawn out Heeeeey and a smile. Zayn could drown in that smile. Harry came up behind Zayn's chair and wrapped his arms around Zayn's neck. He pushed his nose into Zayn's hair and said, "I'm sure it's amazing. How can it not be? Look at who's making it?"

Zayn flushed and leaned back into Harry's hold. "I'm nervous for it."

Harry made an unimpressed sound, "Are you kidding? Sometimes I wonder if you even know how talented you are, Zee?"

Zayn couldn't help but wonder about all the things Harry didn't know. Did he realize that he was brighter than the sun, that he was more calming than the moon, that he was more inspiring than the stars? Zayn couldn't help the overwhelming need to create beauty because of Harry's presence.

"I'm guessing I can't see it," Harry asked, still wrapped around Zayn.

Zayn shook his head just enough for Harry to feel it. He brought a hand up to run across Harry's arm. "No, but if you'd like we can do something else?"

Harry let go of Zayn and came around to face him, smiling blinding. "Like what?"

"Whatever you want?" Zayn appeased easily. "We don't have any more promo until day after next and the weather's nice."

Harry chewed his lip in contemplation. "Do we have to go outside?"

Zayn shook his head easily, "Nope. Whatever you want, Hazza."

"Okay, because I sort of already got is a movie and ordered room service and it'll be here any minute," Harry rushed out.

Zayn couldn't help the fond laugh he produced, drowning in adoration for this charming boy. "What movie?"

Harry kept his gaze everywhere but Zayn when he mumbled, "thatnewnicholassparkswiththesappyendingmaybe."

Zayn's laugh got louder and he stood up and put a hand on Harry's cheek, "You are too cliché for you're own good."

Harry leaned into Zayn's touch and let his eyes fall shut for a second. "You love it."

"That I do," he promised. He dropped his hand from Harry's face and grabbed all his stuff to put it away. Harry jumped when the doorbell rang and ran to get it. The attendant brought in a try full of dishes. Everything from chicken and veggies to fish and chips to chocolate strawberries and other desserts.

Zayn gave the full cart a inspection with a raised brow. Harry took it gladly and dropped a note in the deliverer's hand and closed the door behind him. When he turned around Zayn's stuff was in a small pile and he was fighting to keep a smile from his face.

"What? I was hungry!" Harry explained.

Zayn just laughed his low, raspy laugh and went to the cart to grab a spring roll off a plate. "You're adorable."

"Am not. I'm sexy. Manly. Rugged!"

Zayn chuckled. "Whatever you say, mate."

Zayn walked away with his spring roll and an added eye roll. Harry Styles would be his death, he knew it. That cheesy smile. Those big, innocent eyes.

No..no. Zayn was not getting hard right now. He tried to adjust himself as smoothly as possible, but judging by Harry's giggle he figured he'd failed at remaining unseen.

Zayn flopped out on the bed and got comfy under the duvet. Harry wheeled the cart to Zayn's side of the bed and then jumped over him, well not so much jumped as fumbled across while rubbing against him, to get comfy under the covers as well.

"I sort of already queued the movie up before I left so if you turn the TV on it'll be ready to start," Harry said lazily against his pillow.

"'Course you did," Zayn teased and turned the movie on. The bright light lit up the dim room. Harry's face went from that soft, light tan he was sporting to a pale blue. The screen flicked soft hues over the plane of his nose and curve of his lips.

He looked so at peace like this that Zayn almost reached out to cuddle him. But he kept himself in check and gripped the sheets in his fists.

As the opening scene played Harry leaned over Zayn, not two inches from his face, to grab a strawberry from the cart. He brought it back to his mouth and took a small, but filthy, bite out of it while he hovered over Zayn.

There's no way around it now, Zayn was hard as steel in his pants. Harry's lips stretched around the juicy piece of fruit. His tongue flicked out to lick up the excess juice that trailed in a slow drip from the side of his mouth.

Once the entire strawberry was gone he dropped the leafy part back on the tray and fell back to his side of the bed. Zayn stared up at the ceiling and tried not to replay the way Harry's lips looked, stained red, two seconds ago. He refused to touch himself, or even acknowledge his massive erection.

He tried for even breathes but got frustrated huffs instead. "Fuck," he breathed out lowly.

"What's wrong Zaynie?"

Zayn's head turned at the mention of his name and regretted it immediately. Harry eyes were nearly black, the green a faint whisper, and his eyelids had drooped down in lust. His lips were still red, but now it was half from the fruit and half from Harry biting them.

"Shit, Harry," was all he could think, much less say. He rolled over so he and Harry were chest to chest and inches apart.

"Say it," Harry pleaded. "Tell me what you want?"

Zayn put a hand to Harry's cheek like he did not a half hour ago. "I want you," he whispered.

"Take me, please," Harry's voice was desperate but firm.

Zayn rolled them so he was laying on top of Harry, one leg pushed between his. "Are you sure?"

"Been sure for a long time."

The little breath Zayn had suddenly disappeared. "What?"

"I've wanted this for a long time. You are so dense sometimes, hun."

"No. No. You're the dense one. I've been in love with you forever and you never noticed," Zayn tried to make sense of it. But then he realized what he said and locked his gaze to Harry's shocked face.

"You said it," Harry's face settled into a look of simple joy. "I've imagined what it would sound like for you to say it, but I never...I've never-" Harry curled his fingers into Zayn's thick hair, "I'm in love with you, too." Harry pulled Zayn down to him and kissed him with purpose. He melded his lips to the soft exspanse of Zayn's and let Zayn explore his mouth with his tongue and teeth.

Zayn curled the tip of his tongue to run across the roof of Harry's mouth and then pulled back. "This can't be real."

"If it's not, please don't tell me so. I'm willing to pretend for a while," Harry interjected.

"I'm willing to pretend forever," Zayn confessed. He reached down and pushed Harry's shirt up so he could run his fingers over the ripples of Harry's abs. "Please let me at least pretend this is possible for now."

Harry gave Zayn a quick peck and smiled, "You don't have to pretend if you don't want to. I want to love you for real."

Zayn ran his lips across Harry's jaw, his scruff brushing Harry's skin, "Then I guess this is real, then. Because I want to love you just as bad."

Harry arched up then, pressing his bulge into Zayn's hip. "Please," he begged.

Zayn peeled back the covers and made quick work of their clothes, creating a pile of truths that have yet to be told. He sat back and took a moment to admire the perfection that lay before him, willing and ready. Harry laid, sprawled out, and let Zayn look. He didn't flinch or fidget, but took his own moment to give Zayn's lean body its well-deserved appreciation. When Zayn's eyes raked over Harry's laurel tattoos and finally landed on Harry's flushed cock, he felt a strangle moan work it's way to his lips.

Harry felt his eyes glaze over and go unfocused under Zayn's marveling. He reached out a hand, grabbing for him, so Zayn laid over Harry and granted kiss after kiss to his lips, cheeks, jaw, and neck. "You're making it so hard to believe you're really here right now," Zayn voiced his concerns and held tighter to Harry's hip, like if he didn't Harry would disappear.

"I am here. And you're here. Can you please do something about it?"

Zayn chuckled and got back up to quickly grab what he needed from the en suite. He came back and Harry had a light hold on his hard length. Zayn smirked and threw the condom at Harry. "Lemme prep you and you can slick me up, yeah?"

Harry high-pitched squeak was as good as confirmation so Zayn sat between Harry's bent legs and covered two fingers in the clear liquid. He pressed the pad of his pointer finger to Harry's tight entrance. "Be easy. I haven't had time to do this is a while."

Zayn bent over and kissed the inside of Harry's knee. "Promise." He pushed his finger in slowly and felt Harry's warm walls envelope him. He let Harry have a second before shifting his finger inside him, moving it around to stretch him. Soon he added a second and had Harry arching onto his hand. "Fuck, Haz."

Harry just moaned and pushed down towards his fingers again. Zayn pumped his fingers into Harry with sure movement, making sure to scissor them open every few strokes. Zayn felt the thick muscles ease and expand, until he could move two fingers inside Harry with relative ease. "Come on, Zayn, please." Harry's words came out with more air than voice, but Zayn got the idea.

He pulled his fingers out and Harry felt around for the package on the bed, ripping it open when he got two hands on it. He let his hands wander down Zayn's body to his cock. His hand pumped over Zayn a couple time before he rolled the condom on and used the lube to make him slick enough to take. Harry kept his hand on Zayn and his other hand on Zayn's back. He used both to lead Zayn to his stretched hole. Zayn groaned when Harry rubbed the sensetive head down his perineum to his entrance.

Zayn pushed past the ring of muscle and then further as Harry's body allowed. Harry's wet hand grabbed hold in the sheets, while his other maintained perchase on Zayn's smooth back. Zayn let his head fall to Harry's chest once he was seated inside him. "Unreal," Zayn spoke to no one in particular. Harry giggled softly and dug his fingers into Zayn's skin. Zayn used the invite and took his first thrust into Harry. Harry keened and his thighs squeezed Zayn's hips.

Zayn kept a quick pace, moving inside Harry with fluid thrusts. Harry's other hand flew to Zayn's hair when he nailed his little bundle of nerves. Zayn's grunt was the only interuption as he kept pushing in at the same angle, causing Harry to sound needy pants against Zayn's skin. Zayn kissed a dark red mark into Harry's neck, right under his jaw, to remind himself tomorrow that this actually happened.

Harry tilted his head so his lips brushed Zayn's cheek and warned, "I'm so close. Make me come." Zayn reached between them and took hold of Harry's leaking cock. He squeezed at the head and pushed the precome down his length. Harry tensed and shot warm juices over Zayn's hand and his own stomach. Zayn pumped Harry a couple more times, carrying him through the shaking feeling of release, before pulling out and ripping off the condom. He jacked himself off until he came over Harry's torso, his cum joining Harry's in a mix of whites.

Harry sat up on his elbows, with great effort, and ran a finger over the mess on his skin. He brought his finger to his mouth and sucked on it, tasting them together. Zayn let out an exasperated moan and hovered over Harry, his finger still working between his lips. Zayn latched his lips to the part of Harry's finger that wasn't in his mouth. Harry laughed around his digit and pulled it out, only to take Zayn's mouth on his.

They let their kisses go from fast and sloppy to slow and sloppy as they settled into the calm of 'after-sex'. Zayn hopped up and grabbed a cloth to wipe up his, and Harry's, mess. Harry sent a quiet thank you as Zayn went and threw the cloth in the sink and the condom in the trash. Zayn came back and curled under the blankets with Harry snuggled into his side.

"You might have to do that again to convince me it was real," Harry joked.

"Don't think I won't."

"I'm praying you will."

***

Zayn fell asleep before Harry. He couldn't sleep after everything so he went over and sat at the table Zayn was working at earlier. He moved his notebook over and found the picture he was working on.

The shading wasn't quite finished, but it was beautiful nonetheless. It had a replica of the snake on Zayn's shoulder sitting around the base of a replica of the anatomical heart on Harry's arm. It looked like the reptile was guarding a treasure. The words across the top said Let Me Protect Your Heart.

Harry sensed the tears before they fell from his tired eyes. He looked back at Zayn, soft and vulnerable, on the bed and felt his heart grow bigger in his chest. He put the drawing back down under the notebook and went back to be where he really wanted to be. Right next to him.