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Summary: this was an anonymous request on tumblr: “how would you feel about writing a one shot where Harry talks to y/n about having a three some.. but it’s with another guy and that guy could be zayn?”

Warnings: SMUT18+, threesome, double penetration, guyxguy, slapping, choking, slight degradation, praise kink, hair pulling, rough sex, unprotected sex, ALL THE FILTH like nasty dirty filth

I need to go touch grass after writing this so enjoy

Master

∘₊✧── 𝑒𝓃𝒿𝑜𝓎 ──✧₊∘

I look up from my phone to see Harry staring at me.

“Yes?” I lay my phone in my lap and sit up, sitting criss cross on the couch, “What might you need?”

He shrugs, “just thinking.” A smirk slowly grows on his lips. I tilt my head, “Thinking what exactly?”

He bites his lip and shakes his head, “Nothing.”

“No, Harry.” I move over to him and sit on his lap, “What?”

Curiosity taking over me.

He laughs and lays his hand on my thigh, “Have you ever.. thought about..” he pauses and looks up at me. I run a hand through his hair, “Thought about.. what?”

“Having a threesome?”

His words cause my breathe to hitch in my throat. I stare at him for a second and nod slightly.

“Really?” He smirks, “Another guy or girl?”

I shrug, “Another guy.”

He raises his eyebrows, “Yeah? I might be able to help with that.”

I bite my lip, “Yeah?”

He nods and pats my thigh, “Go get ready. Fancy attire.” I give him a quick kiss before i scurry off to get ready.

——

After looking through all of my dresses, I let out a defeated sigh, “Harry.” I call out and sit on the bed. He walks in and looks at me, “What’s up, babe?”

“I can’t.. I don’t know what to wear.” I run a hand through my hair.

“Wear the purple dress. Zayn likes purple.”

My heart skips a beat when he says his name, “Zayn?” Harry nods with a smirk, “That’s who I said, yes.”

Zayn is Harry’s best friend.

Zayn is also wildly attractive in ways that intimidate me.

I can feel my palms get sweaty so I wipe them on my legs, “Is he the-“

Harry cuts me off, “Yes.” He walks over and stands between my knees, gently lifting my chin up with his finger, “Is that alright?”

I bite my lip and nod. He smirks and runs his thumb over my lips, “He’s always talking about how sexy he thinks you are.”

I squeeze my thighs together, “Does he?”

He nods once, “Oh yeah. Every time we’re together, you’re the topic of choice.”

I smile and can feel my cheeks getting warm, “Wow, I-I had no idea.”

“I didn’t want you to know until I thought it was the right time to ask. I told him I’d be okay with it only if you were.”

I listen to him speak.

“You run this thing. You say stop, we stop. No questions. You won’t hurt anyone’s feelings.” He cups my cheeks, “Do you want to do this?”

I nod instantly, “Yes, baby.”

He kisses my nose, “Good. Now slip on that dress. I told Zayn we’ll meet him at Rio’s in twenty.”

——

I grab Harry’s hand as I exit the car, pulling my dress down slightly.

“No, leave it like it was. It’ll drive Z crazy.” Harry pulls my dress up slightly up my thighs and smirks, “Fuck, it’s driving me crazy.”

I smile and take his hand again, following him inside. It’s kinda crowded, “There’s a lot of people here.”

“There won’t be where we’re going to be.” Harry leans down and whispers. I nod and walk with him to the back through a curtain that’s hanging over the door way.

“Styles. Malik is here waiting for us.” Harry tells the waiter and he nods, “Yes sir. Your table is ready just through that arch way right there.”

Harry gives him a quick thank you and tugs on my hand. I take a deep breathe just before we walk through and my eyes immediately land on him.

“Harry, hello mate. How are you?” Zayn stands up and gives him a hug. His eyes stay on me as he leans back, “My, my.” He tsks his tongue and walks around me, admiring every inch of what he can see, “Always so beautiful.”

He looks up at Harry, “May I?”

Harry looks at me, “You okay with letting him touch you?” I nod, “Yes, baby.”

“Then yes.” Harry sits down and crosses one leg over his, watching as Zayn takes my hand into his and kisses my knuckles, “You look ravishing tonight, darling.”

“Thank you, Zayn.” I smile and glance over at Harry. He had it elbow resting on the arm rest and his two fingers are pressed against his lips. He gives me a quick wink and i look back at Zayn, “You look so handsome.”

He chuckles, “I put on my best fit as soon as Harry called me.” He motions towards the table, “Shall we sit and talk?”

I nod and sit down in the chair next to Harry. Zayn sits next to me but across from Harry so we’re evenly spaced out, “So.” He picks up his glass of dark liquor and sips it, “What should we discuss first?”

I shrug and look at Harry, “I’m not Um, too sure..” I look back at Zayn, “I never did this before.” I anxiously sip my water.

“S’alright love, we’ll walk you through it, but at anytime, if you want to stop it if anything hurts or you don’t like it, please tell me.” Zayn lays a hand on mine, “My goal isn’t to hurt you.”

“But what if I like it?” I bite my lip and he raises his eyebrows, caught off by my words, “Then, I guess..” he smirks, “We’d keep doing it, yeah?”

“Only if you truly like it, baby.” Harry picks my other hand up and kisses it, “Our goal, like Zayn said, is to make you feel good.”

Having both of their hands on mine sends shivers down my spine but it almost makes me feel powerful.

I’m in control of this.

I’m in control.

“so like, boundaries in a way?” I ask slipping my hands from them and resting them under my chin. Zayn nods, “Yes, exactly.”

“I already know what you do and don’t like, sweetheart. Zayn needs to know everything.” Harry sips his drink and leans back in his chair, his hand extended out to lay on my thigh.

I sigh, “Well, what I do like is roughness.” My eyes flick up to Zayn’s and he tilts his head, “Oh? Elaborate for me please.”

I bite my lip, “I like to be choked, smacked, spanked, tied up. I really love it when Harry tells me when I can and can’t cum.” Harry’s hand grips my thigh. Hard.

“I just like being used but also taken care of if that makes sense.” I lay my hand on Harry’s, “Like after a few smacks of the face, Harry will rub his thumb over it asking me if I’m okay, and when I say yes he calls me a good girl for taking it.”

“You like being praised, don’t you?” Zayn bites his lip and smiles, “Fuck.”

“That she does, Z. That. She. Does.” Harry chimes in, “She also like when you tease her, talk dirty to her. She’s a really dirty girl.” He winks at me and I can feel my cheeks getting hot.

“You really won with her, didn’t you?” Zayn smirks, “I have to admit, I am kind of nervous.”

“Why?” I tilt my head, my anxiety kind of subsides, “you have nothing to be worried about. Right baby?” I look over at Harry and he nods slowly while staring back at me.

“Do you have have any boundaries that you don’t want crossed?” Zayn asks, “I want to know so I don’t offend you in anyway.”

I smile and lay a hand on his, “You won’t offend me, I don’t have any.”

He chuckles and shakes his head, “Fucking hell, alright.”

“I do have one question though.” I bring my water up and sip it. I look between both of them, “How do you feel about kissing each other?”

Harry smirks and looks down before looking at me with a smile, “Will that turn you on?”

I nod and look over at Zayn who also has a smirk on his lips, “You really are a dirty girl, aren’t you?”

I shrug with a smirk and I look over at Harry to give him a smile. He brings my hand up to his lips and presses a kiss onto my skin, “Just remember, baby. You run the show.”

——

Zayn had to run home and grab some things so harry and I wait in the car at home. He looks over at me and grabs my face and kisses me, “Are you sure you want to do this?”

“Are you sure?” I ask him, “I want to, but I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable wi-“

“Baby. Baby. I want this too.” He kisses me again, “I’ve wanted this. I just wasn’t sure if you did.”

I smile, “I can’t wait to see you make out with that beautiful man.” He chuckles, “You’re so fucking dirty.” He slides his hand up and grabs a fist full of my hair, “Does that make your pussy wet, thinking of me kissing Zayn?”

I whimper, “Y-yes.”

He rubs his nose on my cheek and moves to bite my earlobe, “How about if he sucks my cock? Hmm. Will that make it wetter?”

I squeeze my thighs together at the thought, “Fuck yes.” I say with a slight moan, “And you sucking him off..” I open my eyes to look at him. His eyes meet mine and they’re dark, “I want you on my face as he sucks me off.”

“I’ll sit on your face and help him suck you off.”

He freezes at my words and pulls me in for a hot, heated kiss. He moans against my lips and slides a hand down to slip under my dress, “I want to feel how soaked your little slutty pussy is.”

He slips two fingers in and moans slightly, “Fuck. Think you can handle two cocks in that beautiful cunt of yours?”

The thought of trying makes me moan, “Fuck. Yes.” I cling to his arm as he pumps his fingers in and out of me, “Fuck, baby.”

His lips attach themselves to my neck, sucking a deep purple mark into it, “Such a whore for me. I love it.”

“Only you.” I moan out, “Fuck, only for you.”

He keeps his grip on my hair and his the pace of his fingers steady. I arch my back and spread my legs wider as he gets me to cum.

“Yeah, that’s it. Good girl. Good fucking girl.” He groans as I clench repeatedly around his fingers, my chest heaving as I come down.

“Now you own Zayn an orgasm.” I tease with a smile. He chuckles and licks his fingers clean, “That I do.”

——

There as knock on the door and I get up to answer it, “Hey you’re here finally.”

Zayn nods, “Yeah sorry I had some stuff at home but I’m here now so..” he glances over at Harry and he nods. I go to turn around but Zayn grabs me and crashes his lips onto mine. My hands immediately find his neck and I slide my hand to the back of his head.

He groans against my lips and slides his hands down my back.

He leans back and I slowly open my opens. He smiles, “You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to do that.”

I smile slightly, still in shock that we’re just jumping right into it. He grabs my hand and leads me over to the couch. He sits be down close to Harry and he sits down beside me, grabbing my leg to throw over his lap, Harry does the same.

“I owe you an orgasm, Z.” Harry runs his hand up and down my exposed thigh, “Y/N and I kinda had a moment in the car, and I couldn’t wait for you.”

He chuckles and slides his hand up my thigh, achingly slow, “I’ll just have to claim that right now, don’t I?” He leans in, his lips drag across my neck and his fingers drag up my covered center.

“She tastes amazing.” Harry says brushing hair from my face, “Don’t you, love?”

I nod, “I do. You should taste me.”

“I’m definitely going to take you up on that offer.” He gently sets my leg down and moves to the floor, kneeling between my legs.

Harry holds my thigh and I spread my other one more, “Please.” I whimper, causing him to smile, “Eager, aren’t we?”

“She’s my little attention whore when it comes to this.” Harry kisses my cheek and works down to my neck, biting and a spot in my skin to match the other side.

I moan and arch my back, my breathing gaining a more rapid speed, “Fuck. Please touch me.” I beg desperately, “Please.”

“Go ahead, Z. Give her what she wants.” Harry says with a slight chuckle. Zayn hooks his fingers into the band of my panties and slides them down my legs.

“Fuck, y/n. You’re soaked.”

Harry squeezes my thigh, “Fucking hell, I want to touch you so bad.” He kisses my neck and slides his hand up my body, tugging my dress down to free my boobs. His hand goes back and fourth, kneading them one at a time.

Zayn leans in, swirling his tongue around my clit a few times, then diving straight in. I gasp and throw my head back onto Harry’s shoulder, “Shit.”

“Feel good?” He asks while pinching my nipples, “Looks like it does. The way your face is twitching, fuck. You look so beautiful having your pussy eaten like this.”

I shut my eyes right and reach down to push Zayn’s head in further to me, “Fuck, fuck.”

I reach my other arm up to lay on the back of Harry’s head. I turn mine and pull him down to kiss me. He swallows each one of my moans, returning some into my mouth as I tug his hair.

“She’s close, Z.” Harry says sliding a hand to my throat, “Fuck.” He gently closes his fingers around my neck, whimpers escaping the tighter he squeezes.

Zayn moans against me and grips my thighs, his fingertips digging hard into my skin. My eyes roll back as my orgasm snaps, causing my whole body to feel warm. I dig my heel into his back and arch mine as I cum.

“There you go, sweetheart, that’s it.” Harry whispers into my ear. He slowly lets go of my throat and slides his hand down my body, giving my thigh a gentle squeeze, “Did that feel good?”

I open my eyes and smile, “Yes.”

He kisses my temple and looks down at Zayn. I look down and Zayn leans back, “Bloody hell, she tastes better than you said.”

I blush slightly and smile.

Zayn rubs my thigh and kisses it,“Now what would you like to do, love?”

I bite my lip and look at Harry, “I want to sit on your face.” Harry smirks and nods, “Alright, but you gotta tell him.”

I bite my lip and look back at Zayn, “I want to sit on Harry’s face while you suck his cock.”

Zayn raises his eyebrows and his eyes move to Harry, “You alright with that?”

Harry nods, “More than alright.”

I bite my lip and sit up as they set my leg down, “Bedroom?” I ask biting my thumbnail.

“Bedroom.” They say at the same time.

I stand up and catch my balance as my legs still haven’t fully recovered from my second orgasm of the night. Harry wraps his arm around my waist, “Good?”

I nod and laugh slightly, “Yeah, I’m alright.”

We make our way upstairs and enter our bedroom, “Take this off for us love, I’m sure Zayn would love to see more of what he’s working with.” He unzips my dress and it pools at my feet. I step out and walk over to the bed, laying down to watch them undress.

Harry gives me a wink before grabbing Zayn’s neck and crashing his lips onto his.

I gasp at the sight, “Fuck.” I can feel myself getting wetter by the second.

Zayn lays his hands on Harry’s waist and pushes himself closer to him. They shake their jackets off and unbutton their shirts, all without breaking the kiss.

I’m in absolute awe with what I’m seeing.

I sit up and lay back up against the headboard, my hand slipping between my legs. I circle my clit with my fingers and my lips part.

I am so turned on, I’m getting frustrated that no one is touching me.

“Fuck, come over here.” I whine, “I need you.”

They break the kiss, smirks plastered on their faces, “Needy little thing.” Zayn chuckles and undoes his belt, Harry does the same.

They both lose their pants and boxers and I pull my bottom lip between my teeth. I sit up on my knees and lean forward.

They each get on their knees beside me, my hands immediately take both of their cocks, pumping slowly as they kiss my neck.

Nothing but their quiet moans fill my ears and I gasp as their hands slide down my body. One is circling my clit and the other is sliding between my folds from behind.

I moan as a finger slides in and I arch my back, squeezing their cocks gently in my hands.

“I can’t wait to feel the inside of that pussy with my cock.” Zayn moans, “You feel so good around my fingers.”

I turn my head to kiss him, his hand cups my cheek and Harrys free one grips my ass, “She feels so good, think she can take us both?”

Zayn kisses back my jaw and nips my ear lobe, “It’ll be so hot to see her try.”

“Okay.” I breath out and turn to Harry, pushing him back on the bed. He smiles up at me and holds his hands out. I spin around so I’m facing Zayn and straddle Harry’s head. I lay my hands into his and my eyes roll back as I feel his tongue lick up my soaked folds.

I open my eyes and see Zayn laying on the bed with his arm over Harry’s waist, “Fuck that’s so hot.” I bite my lip and watch as he takes Harry’s cock in his hand, pumping it a few times, slow.

Harry moans against me which causes me to moan. He bucks his hips and Zayn leans in, taking the tip of it in between his lips. My mouth drops slightly and I try to lean down to help. I slide my hands up and down Harry’s chest and dig my nails in when he sucks on my clit.

“Fuck.” I breathe out loudly, “That feels so fucking good baby.”

Zayn takes Harry’s cock into his mouth and bobs his head. I lean down slowly, kissing anywhere I can get my lips. Harry holds my hips as I lean in closer to Zayn. He pops off and looks at me.

“Mind if I help?” I whisper giving him a smile. He shakes his head, “Not at all, darling.”

Zayn and I lick up each side of Harry’s cock before we go halves on the tip. Our tongues swirling around, running into each other every once and a while. I move my head up, kissing Zayn’s lips as Harry’s cock nudges our cheeks.

I moan into his mouth and gasp as I feel another orgasm coming on, “Fuck, I’m gunna cum.” I whimper and arch my back down. Zayn continues to suck off Harry as I watch, my orgasm coming in fast.

I fist the bed sheets with one hand and dig my nails into Harry’s thigh with the other, cursing fast and loud.

I clench around his tongue and leans head back in, my tongue working the base of Harry’s cock as Zayn works the top half.

Harry moans and bucks his hips up, digging his fingers into my lower back.

I come down from my high and swing my leg over Harry’s head, his moans louder now that they’re not muffled by me.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” He pants and arches his back slightly. I lean in and kiss his lips, “That feel good baby? You like it when Zayn sucks your cock? I know I do.”

His eyes open and he grabs my throat, roughly pulling me down to kiss me again, “You’re such a fucking whore. I love that shit.” He kisses me again and Zayn sits up, “Shit.”

I smile and look down at Harry, “Do you want to fuck me or should we let our guest do that?” He bites his lip, “I think you need to cum again.” He sits up and points for Zayn to lay down, which he does.

I bite my lip, waiting for Harry to instruct me on what to do.

“Sit on his face.”

I nod once and straddle Zayn’s head, his hand’s immediately lay on my hips and his tongue slides between my folds.

“You can’t help until I say you can, got it?” Harry lays down and instantly takes Zayn’s throbbing cock into his mouth. I gasp and lay my hands on Zayn’s chest, moaning out loudly.

Zayn moans against me and I grind my hips down onto him more, “Fuck.” My eyes go back to watching Harry.

“Please.” I whimper out, no response. I bite my lip and tilt my head back, moaning out Zayn’s name.

“That’s it baby. Tell him how good he makes you feel.” Harry says while pumping Zayn’s cock in his hand, “You look so pretty, such a good girl letting him eat you like that.”

I whimper at his words, “Feels so good.”

“Come help me baby.”

I immediately fall forward and lick up Zayn’s cock.

Harry’s lips find mine before circling Zayn’s tip and I kiss down the shaft of his cock. Zayn moans against me and digs his fingers in more.

I gasp and throw my head back as my legs start to shake, “Sh-shit.”

“Cum on his face baby. You’re doing such a good job, baby. Such a good job.” Harry rubs my cheek with his thumb as I cum, “Let him feel that pussy now baby.”

I nod and swing my leg over with a slight whimper.

I lay down on the bed and Zayn rolls on top of me, “Give me a second, I have to grab a condom, love.” I nod and Zayn is replaced by Harry. He hovers over top of me, the head of his cock rubbing against my pussy.

“Please, baby. I need a cock in me.” I beg while moving my hips to try and get more, “Baby.”

He pulls his hips back and shakes his head, “Ah, ah, baby.”

I whine and arch my back, “Fuck.”

“You’re such a desperate little slut. Needy and hungry for cock.” He leans down and kisses my neck as he rubs his cock teasingly against me again.

I grab his hips and try to pull him in but I’m too weak from my previous orgasms. I could cry with how cock hungry I am right now, frustrated that no one is in my pussy yet.

“Here baby.” Harry says rolling off of me, laying next to me on the bed, “He’s back.”

Zayn falls into place between my legs again and pushes his cock into me. My eyes roll back and I leg out a loud and high pitched moan.

“Is that what you wanted?” Harry asks laying a hand on my stomach.

I nod and arch my back, “Y-yes.”

Zayn squeezes my hips and thrusts into me hard, moaning with each time he enters back into me, “So wet.”

“She gets soaked.” Harry says before taking my nipple between his teeth, gently biting down. I gasp and tangle a hand in his curls. He sucks and slides a hand down, circling my clit, adding more pleasure.

“H-hit me.” I moan out as I look at Zayn. He bites his lip and tilts his head, “fuck.”

Harry lifts his head and watches as Zayn lean down, holding onto my thigh as his hand connects with my cheek.

“You like that, sweetheart? Hmm?” Zayn groans, “Fucking hell.”

“Again.” I pant out, “Please.”

I can feel another orgasm ripping through my core and the second smack sends me over the edge. I arch my back and pull Harry’s hair, causing him to moan out.

Zayn smacks my other cheek and I moan out as my body twitches with pleasure.

“Doing so good baby. Doing do good.” Harry assured me as he kisses my cheek over and over.

I relax into the bed and Zayn pulls out with a grunt, “I about came, she feels incredible.” Harry chuckles, “Oh I know. She does that to me everyday.”

Harry leans in to me, “You doing okay, baby?”

I smile and nod slightly, “Mhm.”

“You sure? We can sto-“

I cut him off, “I want you.”

He nods and taps my thigh, “Can you roll over?”

I nod and roll over onto my stomach. Zayn sits down on the bed beside me with his back against the headboard, “You’re doing such a great job, sweetheart.” He stroke my hair and smiles down at me.

I smile back and scoot over to slip the condom off of him. He gasps slightly and bucks his hips. Harry spreads my cheeks and slides his cock into my sensitive cunt, causing both of us to moan out.

I slowly stroke Zayn’s cock and moan against the tip as I put it between my lips. Zayn’s breathe hitches and he lays a hand on my head, “Fuck.”

Harry drags a hand up my back and gathers my hair into a makeshift pony tale. He bobs my head as he thrusts in and out of me. I moan repeatedly and push my ass up in the air as much as I can.

Harry let’s go of my hair and pulls my hips up, holding them there. I moan as the new angle and tilt my head back.

“You gonna cum again?” Zayn asks as he lays a hand on my cheek, “Cum for us, love.”

Zayn talks me through my orgasm as Harry moans grow louder and louder. I push my hips back to meet Harry’s and I clench around his cock, screaming out his name.

“H-Harry..”

He slows his thrusts down, guiding me through my high and lays my hips down after he pulls out.

“Need you both.” I whimper as I find the strength to roll over, “please.”

Harry smirks, “you sure?”

I nod, “Please.”

Harry nods towards Zayn and he moves to him. They discuss how they want to do it before finally coming over to me.

“Think you can ride me, darling?” Zayn asks rubbing my knee. I nod and sit up, “I sure can.” He smiles and lays on the bed, helping me position myself over him.

“Do you wa-“

“Forget it.” I gasp as I sink down onto his bare cock. He groans and grips my hips, “just cum in my mouth.”

He nods, “Sure thing.”

“Ready?” Harry asks as he places a hand on my back, “Let me know if this is uncomfortable.”

I try to stay relaxed as I prepare myself to get stretched out. Harry starts to push his cock into me along with Zayn’s. I gasp and moan out, leaning down to lay my head on Zayn’s chest.

Zayn reaches down and rubs my clit as Harry continues to push in, spreading me with his hands to help him go in a little bit more.

“Now you stay still, baby. Let us do the work. You feel okay?” Harry rubs my hips with his thumbs.

I nod, “Fuck. That feels..” I moan loudly against Zayn’s neck, “So fucking good.”

They work slowly to get into a rhythm and I am falling apart for them. Zayn wraps an arm around my waist and holds me tight while Harry grips my hips. Each of their cocks slowly work in and out of me, sending an immense about of pleasure through my body.

I feel like I black out as I cum for, what I hope is, the final time tonight. All I can do is moan, over and over and over again.

“Fuck, I’m gunna cum.” Zayn grunts.

“Shit shit.” Harry groans and pulls out, Zayn following behind. I roll over and they move up to pump their cocks over my face. White strings of cum fall onto my face as they moan and grunt.

Zayn falls back and rests on his calves and Harry gets up. He comes back with a warm wash cloth and gently wipes my face, “You did so fucking good baby. So, so good.” He whispers as he cleans me up.

“You did amazing, sweetheart.” Zayn leans down and kisses my forehead. I grab him and kiss him one last time, “It was amazing. Thank you.”

“Anytime.” He winks, “Now rest up.”

Harry helps me get into bed and covers me up. He places a kiss on my lips, “I love you.”

I smile and open my eyes to look at him, “I love you.” He rubs my head and stands up. Him and Zayn leave the room and I fall into a much needed sleep.

——

Please for the love of Harold, tell me how this was. I don’t even know how I wrote this. My mouth was dropping at my own writing. if you have any ideas feel free to send them my way!

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ti-the-huffle-witch · 2 years

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Since Harry's House came out, I have come to the conclusion that Matilda is my favorite song. So I listen to it on repeat every day.

I want you to imagine me, a 5'2, 22 yrs old genderqueer goblin, listening to Matilda for the actual 600th time that day, while painting my diy tarot card deck, as one does, and a half thought pops in your head and instead of pushing it aside, I noticed it and ran with it, allowing it to take up my time.

Allow me to explain why I believe Matilda is actually about Zayn. Hear me out.

"You were riding your bike to the sound of "It's No Big Deal", and you're trying to lift off the ground on those old two wheels, nothing about the way that you were treated ever seemed especially alarming 'til now, so you tie up your hair and you smile like it's no big deal"

Zayn tried to pretend everything was oki while he was in the band, even though he was obviously going through a lot of shit. Yet he continued to smile and act as if nothing was wrong. Harry admitted that he started going to therapy and working on all the trauma from his past, including from being in One Direction. It's very possible Zayn would be a topic he would be working on. And now that he's older, wiser, more mature, he's starting to really see what drove Zayn away.

Matilda, you talk of the pain like it's all alright, but I know that you feel like a piece of you's dead inside, you showed me a power that is strong enough to bring sun to the darkest days, it's none of my business, but it's just been on my mind

After Zayn left, he was constantly asked why he left and all that good shit. He would simply say for his mental health and say he never wanted to be in a band and wasn't happy in the band but accepted the opportunity when it presented itself. But he never really gave a lot of details. The boys would be the only ones that would know just how hurt Zayn was. But after he left Zayn found himself and was happy again. Harry saw that. He saw that he could find himself again and be happy again and still do what he loves.

You're just in time, make your tea and your toast, you framed all your posters and dyed your clothes, ooh, you don't have to go, you don't have to go home, oh, there's a long way to go, I don't believe that time will change your mind, in other words, I know they won't hurt you anymore as long as you can let them go

In his house, as we've seen through Gigi, Zayn has used some as his own art as house decor. And his clothing style has changed since his days in 1D. Harry might be trying to say that if Zayn wanted to, he could come back to 1D with the line 'you're just in time, make your tea and your toast'. But then says it's oki if he doesn't want to come back to the band, using home as a symbol for 1D. Saying that the things that hurt him in the past can't hurt anymore if he doesn't give them the power to.

You can let it go, you can throw a party full of everyone you know, and not invite your family, 'cause they never showed you love, you don't have to be sorry for leaving and growing up, mmh

Harry wants him to know its oki to let his past go. That he has every right to cut off anything and everyone that hurt him or might remind him of his trauma. He can celebrate his success with others but not included his 'family', referring to their management team and Harry and the other lads, since it was the management team that made him feel like he wasn't anything more than a way to make millions, and the lads for not being able to comfort and protect him, and possibly if they also had made him feel like they didn't care at all. And he doesn't want Zayn to feel bad for leaving the band and growing up and maturing and for doing what was best for himself, and that Harry isn't mad or hurt about it anymore cause he can see it now.

You can see the world, following the seasons, anywhere you go, you don't need a reason, cause they never showed you love, you don't have to be sorry for doing it on your own

He wants Zayn to understand that he can do what he wants and do what he wants and he doesn't owe anyone an explanation cause he got to where he is now all on his own and he doesn't owe anyone else credit for his success.

You can let it go, you can throw a party full of everyone you know, you can start a family who will always show you love, you don't have to be sorry for doing it on your own

You can let it go, you can throw a party full of everyone you know, you can start a family who will always show you love, you don't have to be sorry, no

These last two parts are basically the same as before but Harry's saying that he's proud and happy for Zayn for finally feeling stable enough to settle down with the person he loves and starting a family and that Zayn finally has a family that will love him unconditionally and defend him and protect him and the support system that he deserves and the support system that he and the other boys should have been when Zayn needed them. And if Zayn still feels like he owes the boys an apology for leaving and searching, and finding, what he needed and deserved when he couldn't find it within the band, within the 4 boys who were supposed to be just like brothers to him, then Harry needs him to let that feeling go and see that he and the others, and even us fans, are not owed anything and that he never has to apologize for protecting himself.

Matilda was Harry's apology for being cold and angry with Zayn for leaving, his way of forgiving him even though there was nothing to forgive, and his way of letting Zayn know how happy and how massively proud he is of the person Zayn is now.

Thanks for coming to my TED Talk. Ilysm 🤍

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