Here's To Us! (A Zarry/Larry Story)
One Step Further?
Harry P.O.V
That night didn't get that interesting really, we shared the chocolate and had a massive mug of hot chocolate with whipped cream and marshmallows. It was a perfect night.
Around 11 I decide to take a shower, Zayn watches as I walk away, his eyes full of lust. I chew my lip softly nervous he might follow me. I grab my pyjamas and slowly to the bathroom. I get the water running, checking if it's hot enough every now and then. I strip to my boxers and think about what happened in the changing rooms the first day I spent with Zayn. The day he stared at me non stop even whilst changing. I shake the thoughts out of my mind and search for my phone, I grab it from my jeans pocket and play some music rather loudly.
I slip out of my boxers and into the blistering running water, I prefer it hot, I find it cleanses your skin better. I stand facing the wall, my back to the shower door as I run my hands through my hair. I hear the door open slightly with a smallest creak, the sound of a belt buckle undoing echos around the bathroom.
Suddenly the shower door opens and I feel two hands grasp my hips softly. I stare at the wall feeling insecure and shy. His hands run up and down my back rubbing in the soap, I bit my lip hard hiding all of my emotions. He presses his sweet soft lips against my neck and sucks gently, I moan slightly trying to keep the quiet. He runs his tender wet hands up my thighs slowly, another moan escapes my mouth.
Immediately I feel him grow against the side of my thigh, his member throbbing ever so slightly. I blush still frozen in insecurity, his tender hands spin my round to face him. He miles and kisses my neck once again. Still not sure what to do I gently wrap my arms around his body pulling him closer. From the top of my hips I feel his hands trail across to my stomach and down to my shaft. I give him a stern, shaken look and shake my head softly. This wasn't right. One day, not even that and he was starting to touch me, it's not right. If he really loved me he'd wait till I was ready. But he has other plans. He runs his hands along my shaft and pushes me against the wall. I shake my head again. He stares at me whilst pumping slowly.
"n-no..." I manage to breath out. He nods softly and removes his hand before jumping out.
"I'm really sorry" he apologises walking out.
"Zayn! Wait!" I yell rushing out quickly. He stop where he is, drying his hair. I cover myself up and run over to him, cupping his face and kissing him deeply. He kisses me back in sync. It was sensation.
"I love you Zayn! Please don't go! Your everything to me I can't lose you now Zayn, not ever!" I tear up begging him softly, he hugs me tightly.
Zayns P.O.V
"I'd never leave you curls" I whisper kissing his forehead softly regretting what I had done in the shower. I bow my head in guilt and remorse. I slowly walk up stairs and lay down on the floor Harry following behind.
He sits down on the bed an taps the spot next to him. I stand up and slump my self next to him. He pulls me down softy and cuddles up to me, I fidget a bit laying in an awkward potion, until he moves us both into the spooning potions trying to help me get more comfy.
He wraps his arms around my sides and holds me close slowly drifting off. He softly grinds against me in attempt of turning me on. Which works. Extremely well. A few moans escape my lips making him smirk in his sleep. He grinds harder making me want him more, he continues to grind the whole night until I eventually fall asleep full of lust. That night I had repeatedly had dreams of fucking Harry hard against the wall or the headboard of his head. But my darkest dreams never come true. I just hope this one does.
That night didn't get that interesting really, we shared the chocolate and had a massive mug of hot chocolate with whipped cream and marshmallows. It was a perfect night.
Around 11 I decide to take a shower, Zayn watches as I walk away, his eyes full of lust. I chew my lip softly nervous he might follow me. I grab my pyjamas and slowly to the bathroom. I get the water running, checking if it's hot enough every now and then. I strip to my boxers and think about what happened in the changing rooms the first day I spent with Zayn. The day he stared at me non stop even whilst changing. I shake the thoughts out of my mind and search for my phone, I grab it from my jeans pocket and play some music rather loudly.
I slip out of my boxers and into the blistering running water, I prefer it hot, I find it cleanses your skin better. I stand facing the wall, my back to the shower door as I run my hands through my hair. I hear the door open slightly with a smallest creak, the sound of a belt buckle undoing echos around the bathroom.
Suddenly the shower door opens and I feel two hands grasp my hips softly. I stare at the wall feeling insecure and shy. His hands run up and down my back rubbing in the soap, I bit my lip hard hiding all of my emotions. He presses his sweet soft lips against my neck and sucks gently, I moan slightly trying to keep the quiet. He runs his tender wet hands up my thighs slowly, another moan escapes my mouth.
Immediately I feel him grow against the side of my thigh, his member throbbing ever so slightly. I blush still frozen in insecurity, his tender hands spin my round to face him. He miles and kisses my neck once again. Still not sure what to do I gently wrap my arms around his body pulling him closer. From the top of my hips I feel his hands trail across to my stomach and down to my shaft. I give him a stern, shaken look and shake my head softly. This wasn't right. One day, not even that and he was starting to touch me, it's not right. If he really loved me he'd wait till I was ready. But he has other plans. He runs his hands along my shaft and pushes me against the wall. I shake my head again. He stares at me whilst pumping slowly.
"n-no..." I manage to breath out. He nods softly and removes his hand before jumping out.
"I'm really sorry" he apologises walking out.
"Zayn! Wait!" I yell rushing out quickly. He stop where he is, drying his hair. I cover myself up and run over to him, cupping his face and kissing him deeply. He kisses me back in sync. It was sensation.
"I love you Zayn! Please don't go! Your everything to me I can't lose you now Zayn, not ever!" I tear up begging him softly, he hugs me tightly.
Zayns P.O.V
"I'd never leave you curls" I whisper kissing his forehead softly regretting what I had done in the shower. I bow my head in guilt and remorse. I slowly walk up stairs and lay down on the floor Harry following behind.
He sits down on the bed an taps the spot next to him. I stand up and slump my self next to him. He pulls me down softy and cuddles up to me, I fidget a bit laying in an awkward potion, until he moves us both into the spooning potions trying to help me get more comfy.
He wraps his arms around my sides and holds me close slowly drifting off. He softly grinds against me in attempt of turning me on. Which works. Extremely well. A few moans escape my lips making him smirk in his sleep. He grinds harder making me want him more, he continues to grind the whole night until I eventually fall asleep full of lust. That night I had repeatedly had dreams of fucking Harry hard against the wall or the headboard of his head. But my darkest dreams never come true. I just hope this one does.
11/24/13