thinking bout' you

seventeen

zayn, harry, and ariana were all headed to see harry's mom for the first time since she's been to rehab.

ariana was in the backseat, laughing at some tiktoks dalton sent her.

harry was in the front seat, eating a bag of potato chips.

"you sure you're not pregnant baby? you hate potato chips." zayn whispers.

harry shakes his head.

"im positive, zee. i told you i already took four test. all of em' was negative."

"babe, they could have been false negative."

"baby, they were all different test. if it'll make you feel any better, i have a doctors appointment on tuesday. but im definitely not pregnant."

zayn sighs.

"okay." he finally pulls up into the rehabilitation center and parks his car.

"you ready for this, love?" zayn asked harry.

today was the day that they're gonna officially tell harry's mom that they're married. harry had no idea how she'd react but he hoped she'd be happy for him.

zayn gets out of the car before going to open both his daughter and husbands door.

once they walked in they all stood by the front desk.

"we're here to see misses styles." zayn smiles at the receptionist.

she hands him a clipboard and all three of them sign their names.

"right this way."

they were directed to the guest room before they finally spotted harry's mom.

harry stands up as he hugs his mom tightly.

"mom! you look amazing."

"i feel it baby. been sober for a whole month now. can't believe i only have three more months to go. i missed you so much."

"i missed you too."

"hello, anne."

"hello, zayn. hi, ariana."

ariana hugs her.

"hi, anne. so glad you're doing better."

"thank you sweetheart."

"so, you told me you made a few friends here. how are they?"

"they're great! whenever one of us feel lost and wants to get high badly, we just talk to each other. we don't judge one another. it's great!"

"im glad mama."

"what about you? you've started school last month. how has it been?"

"it's fantastic!"

"enjoying your dorm room?"

harry looks at both ariana and zayn.

"actually mom, im not in a dorm. i decided to stay with zayn and ari's."

"oh? so im assuming when i get back home you're gonna stay with me, yeah?"

"actually mommy, we um—i had to sell the house."

"what?! are we doing that bad baby? i-i had a few thousand saved up."

"mom, you were completely broke. i guess-i guess you forgot you spent the money."

"oh. im so sorry baby."

"it's just—i didn't want us to have to stay in that neighborhood any longer. your—the guys you brought around most likely would come back once they hear that you're out of rehab and send you back into that lifestyle. i just think it's best you come stay with us for a while."