thinking bout' you

eighteen

zayn sighs as he walks downstairs to his mother's house. he spots dylan sitting in the table with a cup of coffee in his hand.

zayn grabs himself a cup and sits across from his brother.

dylan raises his cup to his brother before taking a sip of his own cup of coffee.

"ready for tomorrow?"

zayn sighs as he shakes his head.

"not really. im really not prepared for this at all. i still can't believe nana is just gone. im gonna miss her."

"same. can you believe mom last night. despite her mother being dead, she still act like a complete and total asshole. the way she treated harry last night." dylan shakes his head in disbelief.

"it was definitely uncalled for. telling harry he should go help in the kitchen. fuck! you'd think that she'd be a little nicer with her mom being gone."

"i didn't."

both dylan and zayn turned to see rocky come into view.

"she never really cared for nana. i mean come on, the second she could afford it she put her in a nursing home. didn't even think twice about it. and barely visits her. it was pretty clear where she stood with her own mother." rocky states as he takes a seat.

zayn rolls his eyes. rocky had a huge point. zayn learned long ago, gal only looks out for gal.

zayn sighs as he spots his two other siblings come down.

"hey."

"morning."

the five siblings soon all laugh as they talk about all the memories they had with their nana. she was a delight. her aura was so bright. she really did make them all feel warm and welcome.

zayn was gonna miss his nana more than anything in the whole world.

"sunflower?" zayn turned and saw harry.

"hey." zayn opens his arms and harry tiredly sat in his husbands lap?

"you okay?" harry asked.

"im better now that you're here. how'd you sleep?" zayn kisses the side of his forehead.

"i slept great, actually. how'd you sleep?"

"i slept okay. i just—im extremely tired."

"tired, huh?" zayn smirks.

"i know what you're thinking. i told you they were all negative." harry whispers.

no one was paying them any mind. but harry didn't want them to know anything until they were sure he was pregnant.

"baby. im telling you. maybe we should go to the doctors today."

"why are you so sure?"

zayn frowns. "because babe. you've been eating a bit more, sleeping a lot more, you even complained to me earlier that your chest was sore. if that's not screaming pregnant. i don't know what is."

"but we've only been trying for three weeks."

"i know, babe. but im telling you, the signs are all there."

harry sighs.

"okay. theres a walk in clinic ten minutes from here. should i get dressed now? or do you wanna wait?"

"we should get ready, darling."

harry nods before getting off of zayn and heading upstairs to get ready.

"where are you two going?"

"we're gonna go get us some breakfast. we'll be back in a few."

"bring me back a chocolate muffin!" dylan shouts.

zayn just waves him off before going to get dressed himself.
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zayn and harry wait patiently in one of the rooms for a doctor.

zayn looks around excitedly. he couldn't believe that harry could be carrying their baby. a little version of him and harry roaming the streets someday made him happy.

maybe he or she would be a doctor, or lawyer, maybe even a astronaut. the opportunities were endless.

zayn grabs harry's hand and kisses the back of it.

"mister malik?!"

"annie?! wow, it's been so long!"

"yeah! it has. it's good to see you. how's ariana?"

"she's great. eighteen now."

"wow! i remember when she was born. such a tiny thing. can't believe it's been that long. how's the wife?"

"actually, i got re-married. nina and i are great friends but, we got divorced years ago. this is my husband, harry."

"oh? hi, harry! it's nice to meet you. ill be your doctor for the evening. how are you feeling?"

"not so bad."

"i hear you think you might be carrying. have you experienced morning sickness?"

"i—not exactly. i have been a bit nauseous but no throwing up."

"fatigue?"

"definitely!"

"cramping?"

"no, ma'am."

"says here that your chest has been hurting a bit. have you noticed any enlargement?"

"well, a little. but i-i have been working out for a while. i just assumed that it might be because of that."

"hmm. could be. have you been urinating anymore than usual?"

"yes, ma'am."

"well harry, sounds to me you could possibly be pregnant. have you taken any test?"

"yes, but they've all come out as negative."

"that happens sometimes. doesn't mean that it's accurate. there's really only one way to find out, darling. lie down for me please?"

the doctor brought over the machine and grabs the gel.

"this is gonna be a little cold, harry."

she squirts said gel on harry's abdomen before rolling the wand around his stomach.

she continues to roll it around before finally spotting a tiny little dot.

"just as i thought. you are definitely pregnant mister styles. congratulations!"

"oh, wow. i-wow." harry sheds a tear as he looks at the ultrasound.

"i told you, baby." zayn kisses his forehead as he looks at the screen.

"i can't believe it."

"believe it, harry. you're gonna be a parent to a beautiful baby." the doctor smiles at them both.

"how far along?" zayn asked.

"about two weeks, along."

"that's—this is so fucking amazing." harry laughs.

"do you guys want a copy of the ultrasound?"

harry hums.

"okay. ill get that right to you. along with what to expect during the three trimester. ill be right back." the doctor leaves the room and zayn kisses harry passionately.

"we're having a child."

"our baby." harry cries as he looks down at his stomach.  

it's true what they say. when one life ends, another one comes.
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