+ zayn's pov +

"Is this enough?" Harry asked, as I fastened his bowtie. "Should I wear something different? Is this okay?"

"I think your look breathtaking." I sighed, bringing my hands down his body and to his hips. I turned his around. "You look beautiful," I pressed my lips against his, feeling Harry's smile and heated cheeks.

"Shoot," Harry bit his lip.

"What is it love?" I asked.

"I love you too much, God." Harry exhaled.

"Well, that's good babe." I smirked. "That's very good,"

Harry turned around. "Okay, come on." He spoke, ignoring me as I stared at him up and down. "Do you have your over night bag?" Harry asked me, while picking his up.

I had booked us a hotel around Jade's Uni so that we could have a night to ourselves.

"Beautiful," I breathed. "So, beautiful."

"Zayn?" Harry tried to frown, but he was all smiles. "Did you hear me?"

"Yeah, I've got it." I nodded, grabbing mine.

"Okay Zayn. Let's go." Harry trailed out of his room in front of me, and I followed behind him.

"I'm driving!" We both called at the same time.

Harry turned to me right away, and pouted. "Come on Zayn.." He whispered.

I exhaled. "Fine." I quickly put on my shoes. "Race you to the car!" I spoke, running out of the house, and jogging on the spot.

"No, no that's not fair," Harry said struggling to put on the sparkly sliver boots I bought him. He picked his overnight bag (basically a suitcase) up."Zayn that's not fair! Not one little bit!" He frowned, running outside and into the car after throwing his over night bag in the trunk.

He started it, and drove backwards. "Harry! Now that's not fair!"

Harry opened the window. "That's what happens when you don't wait for me."

I rolled my eyes. "Let me in," I spoke.

Harry unlocked the car and I hopped in the passenger seat, and put my overnight bag in the backseat.

"Okay, I'll give you the directions, yeah?" I spoke, putting my seatbelt on.

Harry pulled out of the driveway. "Yep, start."

I watched Harry's eyes, glued to the road.

He was beautiful. Ever so beautiful.

I turned on the radio, Can't Feel My Face by The Weeknd was playing.

Harry didn't like this song, so I turned it up. "I can't feel my face when I'm with you, but I love it." I sang, just to Harry.

Harry pretended to gag. "Stop it Zayn."

The chorus repeated. Harry frowned.

"Zayn this song is about drugs." He spoke, turning the radio down.

"How do you know that? I'm singing it to you,"

"The 'I can't feel my face' lyrics! You can feel you're face when you're with me! Can't you?"

"Not when we kiss," I sighed.

Harry pushed me. "Zayn I'm going to pull over and kick you out of this car."

"It's my car," I chuckled.

"Not anymore." Harry smirked. I pecked his cheek. "I hate you,"

"I hate you more." He was giggling now.

I wanted to kiss him, but he didn't like to be distracted from driving.

Arriving at Jade's grad, Harry became even more nervous than ever.

I stepped out of the car when Harry had parked, and ran over to his side where I opened the door for him. "After you, my love." I smirked, and Harry blushed.

"Why thank you Zayn." Harry giggled, stepping out and after I closed the door he locked it.

"We're going to sit with Perrie and Leigh if that's okay," I spoke grasping a hold of Harry's hand.

"Okay." Harry smiled. He trailed the pad of his thumb over the top of my hand.

We walked into the yard, and in the first row, sat down was Perrie, Leigh, Niall, mum and dad.

"Hi," Harry waved with his other free hand.

"Oh, Harry! How are you!" Mum got up and gave Harry a hug when I let go of his hand.

"Harry, It's great to finally meet you, Zayn talks about you all the time." Niall raised his eyebrows.

Harry blushed. "It's nice to meet you too."

I pulled Harry over towards the last two seats in the row, right beside Leigh and Perrie.

"Hi Harry!" Perrie grinned, leaning over to give him a little kiss on the cheek.

"Harry, Zayn can't go a second without you," Leigh exclaimed, rolling her eyes.

"I have a very strong affect on Zayn here." Harry licked his lips, watching my eyes.

"Yes you do, my love." I smiled.

Leigh sighed. "Zayn's a hopeless romantic, isn't he?"

"Yes! I heard about what he did to ask you to prom!" Perrie added.

"All the time." Harry giggled. "He's such a romantic."

The three began making fun of me because of this.

Soon after, the graduation ceremony began, and when Jade was called on, we all cheered as loudly as possible.

The ceremony ended later, and we were all going out to dinner before Leigh, Jade, Niall, and Perrie went out.

"Zayn, come on. No time for this. We're going to be late." Harry spoke, watching me open the backseat door and fall on.

"Give me five minutes," I pulled him in, and Harry closed the door.

Kissing Harry was absolutely satisfying. Harry was everything.

"Okay, okay. It's been five minutes. Come on." Harry hopped into the front seat over the glove box. "Later," He whispered.

I followed behind him, sitting in the passenger seat. "Good."

Harry began driving and when we arrived at the restaurant, he parked right in front of it.

I came out quickly to open the door for him, and we made our way inside holding hands.

"I love you," I whispered into the crook of his neck, before we sat down with the others.

"You could of just whispered that into my ear," Harry frowned at me.

I pushed him playfully. "And we could have just stayed in the car."

Harry ignored.

"I'm a graduate now," Jade spoke smiling ever so bright.

Everyone congratulated her.

Dinner went on, and the night ended.

Harry and I drove for a while until we made it back to the hotel where we checked in and made it up to our room.

"This is going to be great," I grinned, when we opened the door. "And it's absolutely lovely in here, wow."

"A night to ourselves," Harry sighed, closing the door and rolling his suitcase towards the beds.

There was two.

"I'm going to sleep with you, if that's alright," He smirked, siting down on one of he beds, and taking his silver boots off.

"That's more than alright," I spoke watching.

Harry took his little bowtie off, and tied his hair up into a bun with one of the hair elastics around his wrist. He soon after unbuttoned his top.

"No peeking," Harry smirked, opening his suitcase and pulling out his pyjamas, then trailing into the washroom.

That boy.

I got dressed while waiting, then ordered room service.

The room service came a little before harry came out of the washroom as he was taking a shower, so I set it up beside our bed.

Pizza, french fries, sprites.

"Wow, this is ever so romantic," Harry joked, while drying his hair.

"You know me," I played along. "I'm the most romantic between us if I do say so myself,"

"Shut up." Harry plopped onto our bed, and turned the television on to Netflix.

"Let's watch something romantic Zayn," Harry looked up at me waiting for my approval.

"Are you kidding me? I was thinking Marvel or something,"

Harry shook his head. "If you went out of you're way to order pizza and fries, we need to watch a romantic movie. Pizza is great for romantic movies."

I exhaled. "Pizza is great for Marvel movies,"

Harry's lips curved into a pout. "Please Zayn,"

"N-" I stopped. I couldn't say no. "Fine,"

Harry played a movie, and I crawled under the covers with him.

"I love you," I whispered.

Harry didn't answer. He laid down with me, and pulled the covers over our heads.