thinking bout' you

twenty-one

zayn groans when he hears noise coming from downstairs. he turns over and wraps his arms tightly around his husband.

harry snuggles a bit closer to him before he wakes up with a sudden break of glass.

zayn shoots awake and looks at the time. he groans when he sees it's five in the morning.

zayn gets out of bed and grabs his sweat pants before putting them on and heading downstairs.

harry rubs his tiny little bump as he gets up himself and puts on his slippers. he heads downstairs and spots dylan.

"hi, harry!"

"dylan? what are you doing here?"

"funny story actually. ive been here for about a week now. i was staying at this girls house. it was great while it lasted. she started to go on and on about marriage and kids. i think you know what happened next."

harry just rolls his eyes playfully.

"are you ever gonna commit, dyls?"

dylan shrugs.

"maybe. just haven't found the right girl yet. i see my niece or nephew is growing in there. how far are you now?"

"im six weeks in." harry states and pouts when zayn takes the cup of coffee out of his hand.

"and six weeks is?"

zayn rolls his eyes. "he's two months, dyls."

"right! well, you're glowing."

"i know." harry rubs his belly.

"yours still coming up next month for thanksgiving, right? i really need you there. no offense to paris and rocky, but you're the fun sibling."

zayn chuckles.

"yeah. we'll be there, dyls. im still reluctant but ill be there."

dylan nods.

"do you guys have anything stronger than coffee?" dylan asked.

"it's five in the morning, dylan."

"yeah, and?" dylan opens the liquor cabinet before pouring him a little bit of vodka in his coffee.

"that's better!" dylan takes a sip.

"you worry me sometimes. then i think about how you're only twenty four so alcohol hasn't caught up to your brain just yet. just wait until you're twenty-eight. life will soon bite you in the ass."

"gotta make the most of it then, huh? so, harry, you got school today?"

harry shakes his head.

"it's a free day for me. what about you? don't you have a job to attend?"

"im on payed leave."

"how'd you mange that?" zayn asked as he takes a sip of his coffee.

dylan smirks with a shrug.

"i slept with the manager and let's just say said manager is very pleased."

"you didn't. wait, isn't jackie still the manager?"

"i did!

"dude! isn't she like seventy?" zayn made a face.

"sixty-four. and hello, kettle-black." dylan points to himself and then harry and zayn.

"touché." zayn smirks.

"anyway. she loves me and said since ive even working a lot, she's giving me a break. as long as on sunday i come home and break her back." dylan smirks.