Butterfly Graveyard (z.s au)

5

*UNEDITED

Harry woke to his alarm beeping. Next to him, Zain slept peacefully, and light filtered through the curtains beautifully and illuminated Zain's delicate features.

"I'm gonna go shower," Harry whispered to Zain, grabbing a clean pair of pants and making his way to the bathroom.

When Harry exited the bathroom, Zain was up and dressing. "Do ya want me to make you breakfast 'fore I go?" Harry asked, kissing Zain's shoulders.

"Sure," Zain grunted as he pulled on some black sweats and a white t-shirt. "I'm going to the beach later with Gemma, if that's okay with you."

"Yeah," Harry smiled. "Have fun, baby."

"I'll try," Zain joked, "you know how Gemma is."

Harry was in the kitchen, cooking breakfast for Gemma and Zain when his phone rang. "Hello?" He asked, picking it up.

Harry hung up with a sigh, feeling lightheaded and overwhelmed with work. "What's up?" Zain asked from the bar.

"A call from my manager," Harry shrugged, resuming cooking breakfast, "he wants me to try and finish at least 2 or 3 songs today. But I don't know... I haven't really been feeling the best. No motivation."

"I'm sorry babe." Zain shit Harry a sympathetic look.

"It's not your fault. I need to catch up anyways, this acting has been taking up too much of my time." Harry chuckled, filling the kettle with water and placing it on the stove. "I'm almost done with filming though. 'Should be done next month."

"Great," Gemma said from the top of the staircase, "then we can hang out a bunch."

"We?" Zain raised a brow. "I had other plans, but if you must—"

"Zain!" Harry said loudly, staring at him with wide eyes. "Shut your mouth, will you?"

"What? I was just saying," Zain chuckled, shrugging his shoulders.

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Zain and Gemma were swimming in the pool when Gemma's phone rang. "Hello?" She answered. "Harry? Are you okay? Yes, but why? Oh, oh, I see. I'll be right there, yea?"

"What'd he need?" Zain watched as Gemma exited the pool, drying off her legs and pulling on some black shorts over her leopard print bikini.

"He needed some things, if you get what I'm saying," Gemma said, grabbing her phone and making her way to the guest bathroom on the first floor, and pulling out a couple pads. "He said it started early, I guess."

"Didn't his period just end like— what? Two weeks ago?" Zain asked, looking at Gemma with furrowed brows.

"It's a new month, Zain. You would've thought you'd know this by now, when you've been dating him for— how long? — 2 years?" Gemma rolled her eyes, slipping on her sunglasses. "He wanted me to pick him up so I'll be home with him soon. Don't miss me too much, yea?"

"Whatever," Zain rolled his eyes, getting out of the pool and drying himself.

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"Harry!" Gemma exclaimed as soon as her eyes landed on Harry. "Why're you crying?"

"These cramps hurt so bad," Harry inhaled sharply, taking the pads from Gemma. "I need to get this fixed."

"How?" Gemma asked, frowning slightly.

"Hysterectomy?" Harry shrugged. "Something that'll solve this forever."

"But— but didn't you want kids? With Zain?"

"Not if it means I have to be in pain every time we have sex, or every time I get my period, no." Harry huffed, taking the pads and hurrying towards the bathroom.

Gemma sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. What was she going to do? Harry must know that Zain wanted kids just as much as he did, and getting hysterectomy surgery would probably tear them apart.

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"'M home," Harry huffed, slamming the door shut behind him, throwing off his shoes and storming upstairs. Gemma rolled her eyes and joined Zain in the pool once again.

"What's his problem?" Zain asked, frowning slightly.

"When I got there, Harry was crying," Gemma explained slowly, "and he said he was tired of the pain and all, and said he wanted hysterectomy surgery. On the car ride home I told him that you wanted a baby just as much as he did and if he got his uterus removed, it would probably tear you guys apart and... yeah."

Zain's eyes grew wide and he looked a little pale. "Did he seriously consider that?"

Gemma nodded.

"I'll— I'll talk to him about it then." Zain said quietly, looking down at water around him and fiddling with his fingers.

"Are you okay?" Gemma asked, rubbing small circles into Zain's back.

"Yeah, I'm fine."

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"Baby?" Zain called, knocking on the locked bathroom floor. "You okay?"

"'M fine." Harry said angrily. "Leave me alone."

"Okay well," Zain glanced around the room, "I'll be downstairs if you want to talk about it, yea?"

"Go away," Harry huffed, and Zain slowly dragged his feet out of the room and down into the living room where Gemma was watching TV.
She caught sight of Zain in the corner of her eye and turned to look at him. "So? What'd he say?"

"He's sulking in the bathroom." Zain shrugged, plopping down on the couch next to the brunette. "I told him I was down here if he ever wanted to talk, and he told me to go away. He's probably just being moody."

"I hope," Gemma agreed quietly, turning her attention towards the telly.

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Yeah sorry this chapter is a little bit short, I wanted to save Harry and Zain's convo for the next chapter :) hope that's okay with you all