Stay With Me

Chapter 11

"So is there a reason why you're giving me a box of heart chocolates when it's like almost Christmas?"

Zayn rolled his eyes and smiled softly at the lad in front of him. Harry's silky hair swam down his shoulders like waves of deep brown chestnuts. Each lock was individually illuminated by the sun's golden rays. The beams seemed to yearn for the touch of even one single strand, they seemed to ache for the privilege of caressing each and every string of hair, and they seemed to be stretching across the vast universe solely for that purpose. "Well I've read that it's a good display of affection."

"And maybe you're right." Harry said with a wide pleased smile spread across his dimpled cheeks. Resting the box on the ground causing the grass beneath it to flatten.

They sat in a meadow that was a riot of colour. Not all of the flowers had died off from the cold weather, so it was still a beautiful sight to see. The burnt orange butterfly weed stood tall amongst the grasses and the prairie Black-eyed Susans appeared to reflect the brilliant yellow of the sun herself. The Prairie Blazing star stood like tall purple bushy cat-tails. Near the edges of the lazy river grew the blue-violet Wild Irises, tall and proud. It was a place Zayn could go with a sketching pad and draw until the light drained from the sky. A place where he would go quite frequently to try and recreate the happy memories of his family. The ones of his mother happily cooking for him and his sisters in their warm cozy kitchen. Whatever the flashback may have been, Zayn would try his best to portray it on paper.

Reaching his hand out, Zayn trailed his fingers along Harry's jawline. "You're not going to eat them now?" When Harry shakes his head no, Zayn bit his lip and leaned forward so that his lips could brush against Harry's ear. "Well I could eat it off of you instead.."

A dark blush. "That sounds promising."

The way Zayn's eyes bored into his own intensely. Harry just couldn't help but to pull the older lad on top of him, so that he was laying down with Zayn hovering over him. Wrapping his arms around Zayn's neck, Harry lifted his head up to press his lips against said lads soft pink ones. Zayn kisses his boyfriend slowly but deep, his tongue roaming all around Harry's mouth, savouring the soft peppermint taste of him. The only reason why they parted was because of the deep grumbling sound that came from the side. Harry saw the same figure he's seen in Zayn's memories, standing near a patch of butterfly weed. It takes the form of a young man, though it's slightly transparent with a black sort of smoke or fog or something around it. He recognize it from Zayn's memories as Valac's physical form, and Zayn looks just as surprised to see him as Harry was. Valac looks at Harry thoughtfully, and Harry felt Valac lift one of his arms with his mind and then drop it, looking unimpressed.

Harry bit his lip and looked at Valac a bit nervous. His stomach was knotted, and he felt as if he was meeting Zayn's parents or something. Valac just stared at him expectantly, but Harry didn't know what he was expected to do. Zayn rolled his eyes at the demon and sat up right, pulling Harry in a sitting position with him. It was obvious to Harry that Valac had said something to Zayn privately, cause Zayn soon laughed and looked at the demon amused. "I didn't choose you Valac. You chose me, so deal with it." 

Harry looks at Zayn confused, only to recive a soft comforting smile from the other lad. Letting Zayn pull him into his lap, Harry bit his lip and looked at Valac almost as if asking for permission. The demon just turned away from them and dissipated leaving the Zayn and Harry alone. Harry turns his head to stare at Zayn a bit wide eyed before blushing for a reason he didn't know of. "Soo....that happened?"

Zayn chuckled and grabbed the box of chocolates, and took one of the caramel filled ones out. Putting the candy halfway into his mouth, he looked at Harry intently. Harry seemed to have gotten the hint, and leaned forward lightly pressing his teeth over the soft milk chocolate, before letting his lips fall over it and brush against Zayn's. The curly haired lad felt Zayn bit down on the half of chocolate so he did the same. As the pulled away Harry couldn't help the blush that traveled from his cheeks to his chest. 

The day went on, and Harry and Zayn basically spent every second together. Harry even called in from work tonight, so he could just be with his lovely boyfriend. They currently were tangled in each others limbs on Harry's couch in the warm cozy living room. Zayn's head was rested on the back of the couch, with his fingers carding his fingers through Harry's curls. Harry was laying on his chest straddling Zayn, with his phone in hand. They would occasionally lock eyes, and exchange goofy looks along with soft lingering kisses. The ring tone of the I-Phone went off like an annoyed rattlesnake causing them to break apart from their soft kiss. Harry scooped it up, spoke into it, listened for a moment, and frowned at the response he had gotten.

"Is it really necessary that you need to constantly ask about this topic....Niall my relationship with my boyfriend is going amazing. Now please stop calling cause it's getting annoying."

Zayn stops his movements when he hear a surprised yet furious, 'He's your boyfriend now?!'. The raven haired lad just listens to the conversation, not really knowing how to react to this. He knew that Harry's friends or well everyone didn't really like him, so he wasn't really offended by the words. Niall and Harry talked for a bit longer, until Harry hung up putting his phone o the coffee table. The curly haired lad looked down at his boyfriend, and sighed sadly. "I'm sorry about that....they just need to get warmed up to you.." 

"You don't need to make up excuses for them Harry. I know when I'm not wanted or liked." Zayn said as he trailed his finger down Harry's spine, and then rested his hand on the small of his back. "But I should go to my own place tonight. Just to make sure nothing has broken in or anything." Zayn said as he cups Harry face in his other hand, and pulled him down for a passionate kiss.  Harry melted into the kiss, and grabbed a fist full of Zayn's hair in his hands. They kissed and as cheesy as it sounds, it's just like the movies. For that single moment time stops. They don't care about Harry's friends, in fact Harry almost forgets about the conflict. It's just him and Zayn. There's no war, no death, no suffering, just them. So as they pull apart and he lets Zayn stand up to head to the door. Harry feels a bit sad at seeing the lad leave. The front door closes and it's just him again.