anonymous asked:

“I’m going to need you to put on some underwear before you say anything else.“

“I’m going to need you to put on some underwear before you say anything else.”

Harry waggles his eyebrows and wiggles his hips all in one move.

“You look ridiculous,” Zayn says and folds his arms over his chest. “Stop wriggling and put some clothes on.”

“Zaaaayn,” Harry whines. He flops forward onto the bed and props his chin in his hands. “Stop frowning.”

Zayn sighs. He can see the pale globes of Harry’s bum and it’s doing nothing to help the situation. “You’re being very unhelpful right now.”

“Well, you’re being boring. It’s a Saturday, Zayn. Stop fussing and get back here.” Harry pats the bed and kicks his feet up and crosses his ankles. “I’ll make it worth your while,” he purrs. 

Zayn can’t help the fond smile that tugs at his mouth. Mornings in their household are usually rushed and chaotic: shoving burnt slices of toast into their mouths; taking turns in the shower; rushing out of the door without so much as a second to say goodbye.

Harry’s right; it is a Saturday. The curtains are closed but let in a warm glow through the thin material, and the house is still quiet. For how long, Zayn can’t be sure.

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pillowtalktomezayn prompted: #64 

“Are you ticklish?”

Zayn looks up from his book.

Harry’s eyeing him with a predatory glint in his eye; his socked toes wriggles underneath Zayn’s feet. 

“N-no,” Zayn mumbles and tries to duck his head. “Course not.” He winces. His lie is obvious and Harry is very definitely about to use it against him.

“Oh, really?” Harry muses. His toes wriggle a little more and Zayn squirms. 

And that’s just his feet. If Harry gets anywhere near his ribs, then he’s in trouble. Big trouble. Very slowly, Zayn pulls the cushion from behind his back and places it securely against his stomach like a shield.

Harry watches his movements and his smile widens. It slowly takes over the entire width of his face. Harry is a funny one. He’s a friend of a friend of a friend, who was in desperate need of a flat in London that didn’t come with four figures a month in rent. Zayn was out a roommate because his had decided to move in with his longterm girlfriend. The timing was right. That was all there was to it.

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Have you noticed how many freaking animals Zayn and Perrie have? You know that’s all Perrie. I can just imagine the conversations:

Perrie (coming in the front door): “Zaaaayn!”

Zayn: *oh fuck, please don’t be another cat… please God no…*

Perrie: “Zayn, look what I bought today.”

Zayn (nervously): “What, babe?”

Perrie: “TA-DA!”

Perrie holds up a Victoria Secret bag.

Perrie: “I got you something special for tonight!”

Zayn (relieved): “Oh thank God, I thought you were gonna bring home another cat…”

Perrie (giggling): “No, it’s not another cat.”

Suddenly a little puppy races into the room and jumps onto Zayn‘s lap

Perrie: “I got us another dog instead!”