"Don't flop in my rose bed." Harry whined when they entered his room and Zayn did just that.

"Why not? You wanted me to break it in right?" Zayn asked, making snow angel motions.

"You're going to get your coffee breath everywhere." Harry complained, putting Zayn's bag next to his dresser.

"Come stop me." Zayn smirked at him.

Harry walked over to the bed, reaching and clamping his hand down over Zayn's mouth.

Zayn playfully smacked his arm away and reached out, grabbing him by his shirt and pulling.

Harry chuckled, falling down beside him.

"I can't sleep in these jeans." He said after a while of silence.

"It's only ten. You want to go to sleep already?" Zayn asked, turning his head to look at him.

"I'm tired." Harry chuckled.

"Well get un-tired." Zayn said.

Harry turned his head as well, looking over Zayn's face.

"Why?" He asked softly.

"I don't sleep much. I don't want to be awake alone." Zayn said.

"Fine. But if I have rings under my eyes tomorrow it'll be your fault." Harry said, sitting up.

"I'm going to change into something more comfortable." He said before he got up from the bed.

"You don't...have to go. It's your room." Zayn said, moving so he could lean back on the pillows.

"So you're going to go?" Harry asked, unbuttoning his shirt.

"Well I was hoping you'd let me stay." Zayn said, smiling some.

"Whatever." Harry said, tossing his shirt aside and unbuttoning his jeans.

"I'm going to wear shorts. Don't be offended." He said as he stepped out of his jeans and into to his closet.

"Why would I be offended?" Zayn chuckled, trying to ignore the fact that instead of boxers Harry was wearing light blue Calvin Klein briefs.

"They're pink." Harry called.

"I'm not offended by the color pink." Zayn said.

"No, like, the brand."

Zayn blinked. "Like Victoria's Secret?"

"...Yeah." Harry replied hesitantly.

Zayn swallowed, shifting nervously.

"That's fine." He said, hating the way his voice cracked.

"You sure? I know some guys think it's weird. I mean, Louis loved it but past boyfriends thought it was weird." Harry said, pulling on a white t-shirt.

"Well, I'm not them. I'm your friend. It's fine." Zayn said.

"Good." Harry smiled, walking out of his closet.

"I want to show you something before you notice it and ask me." Harry said, slightly nervous.

"What is it?" Zayn asked, trying to focus.

Those legs.

Harry swallowed, getting on the bed and sitting back on his heels in front of Zayn.

"Louis noticed once I think but only because he was running his hand over my thigh and I lied and said it was just a weird skin thing but..." Harry trailed off, looking down at his thighs.

"What is it?" Zayn asked as he sat up, seeing nothing but tan skin and thick thighs.

"They're hard to see, I guess." Harry said, his voice shaking a little now.

"Here," He said, bringing Zayn's hand to his upper thigh and helping him run his fingers down.

Zayn frowned, immediately looking into his eyes. "You..."

"I started when I was twelve. I stopped when I was fourteen. I guess I got lucky since the scars aren't too noticeable. Just bumpy. I-I just wanted you to know and I didn't want you to think I was lying or trying to hide anything from you." Harry said.

"I'd never think that, Harry. I'm glad you don't do it anymore." Zayn said softly.

Harry nodded. "I haven't...felt like I needed to in years."

"Good. If you ever do let me know and I'll take care of it." Zayn said, wiping a tear off of Harry's cheek, letting his hand linger for a moment.

Harry blushed some. "How would you take care of it?"

"I'd distract you, or talk you out of it, or bring you some of that nasty tea you love." Zayn smiled.

"And...if I'm ever too late I'll kiss it better." He added quietly, hating the idea of Harry doing that to himself.

"What did you say?" Harry asked softly, staring at him.

Zayn made eye contact. "I said if I'm ever too late, I'll kiss it better."

Harry continued to stare at him, his heart feeling like it was swelling and pounding in his chest.

Zayn held his stare as long as he could, those eyes making him feel crazy in the best way.

However, he couldn't decipher Harry's stare so he looked down when things got too intense for him.

"So um, are we going to watch a movie now or maybe-"

Zayn's words were cut off by Harry's lips touching his own.

He kissed back immediately, suddenly tingling from head to toe.

There was an explosion between them.

Millions of feelings, each one indescribable and all compacted into the few seconds their lips were pressed together.

Harry instantly opened his eyes and looked at Zayn when it came to an end, his face a deep shade of red.

Zayn's matched, his lips parted slightly and his eyes open now, focused on Harry's.

"I...probably should've waited to do that. Now the rest of the weekend is going to be um, you know, weird and stuff." Harry whispered.

"I don't think it will be. N-Not if we...maybe do that again." Zayn said, looking at his lips now.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. Maybe um, a-a lot?" Zayn asked softly.

Harry bit his lip, trying not to smile. "I'd like that."

"Okay." Zayn said, kissing him first this time.

The kisses they shared were far from heated.

They were almost innocent, and so tender.

Harry stopped them to move beside Zayn, laying back and guiding Zayn over on top of him.

Zayn gladly went along, humming with pleasure when their lips met again.

Harry held the sides of Zayn's face, stroking his sharp cheekbones with his thumbs.

"I've wanted to kiss you for so long." Harry whispered after their lips eventually parted.

Zayn smiled a little, looking down at him fondly.

"I think you're so beautiful." He said, his mouth taking off before his mind could stop it.

Harry's cheeks turned pink. "Y-You do?"

"Um, yeah. Sorry. I-I mean I'm not sorry but I just- didn't mean to say that right now. Well, I did, b-but I don't want to sound too-"

Harry shut him up with another kiss, his smile eventually breaking it.

"I've never been called beautiful before. I-I don't know what to say honestly."

"You don't have to say anything. We could just keep kissing." Zayn suggested.

"Okay." Harry agreed, pulling him back down.

"Wait." He said against Zayn's lips a few kisses later, pushing him back some.

"I want to tell you something." Harry whispered.

"What is it?" Zayn asked.

Harry licked his lips. "Your eyes make me weak. When you look at me I feel really...warm and shaky. As weird as that sounds. I love the rush I get."

Zayn shyly looked down at Harry's chest, smiling. "Thanks for finishing that sentence."

"I'm not done. When you look at me I feel like I have a place. Like I-I matter, and....like I'm special." Harry continued.

"I've never felt that before." He added, those big beautiful eyes looking up at Zayn with pure gratitude.

Zayn looked at him again.

"Well from now on I'll make sure that's all you feel."