Butterfly Graveyard (z.s au)

10

*UNEDITED

"Zain," Harry whined, resting his chin on Zain's shoulder.

"What's up baby?" Zain asked, lifting his reading glasses to look at Harry beside him.

"I'm bored and I'm tired of peeing all the time." Harry stuffed his face into Zain's chest, groaning. "Can we do something?"

"There's not much we can do, baby," Zain brushed a hand through Harry's curls, smiling. "It's storming outside."

"Maybe that's why I feel sad," Harry sighed, sitting up.
"Maybe," Zain agreed, amused.

Harry pulled his phone out of his pocket and began scrolling through Instagram. "I can't believe I'm done with filming. When are we supposed to leave again?"

"Next week," Zain answered without looking up from his book, "I think."

"Ugh that's forever," Harry threw his head back. "I hate France!"

"You're so biased," Zain rolled his eyes affectionately, taking off his glasses and setting down his book to look at Harry.

"Well," Harry shrugged, "my chest hurts."

Zain frowned, leaning over to pull Harry on to his lap. "What do you mean?"

"Like..." Harry looked away, shrugging again, "I dunno. Just does."

"How long has it been hurting?"

"Just a couple days, give or take."

Zain rubbed his hand over Harry's clothed belly. "I'm sorry baby." He stuffed his face into Harry's chest as Harry played with his hair.

"Sometimes it hurts to sleep on my stomach," Harry said quietly.

"Why?" Zain pulled away to look up at Harry.

"Because my chest hurts, it's sore." Harry whined again.

"Oh," Zain suddenly realized, "you mean your chest? Like... your breasts?"

"Yeah?" Harry furrowed his brows. "What'd you think I meant?"

"Like, your chest. Not your boobs, babe." Zain mused.

"Don't call them that! That's weird," Harry pouted. "I'm being serious Zain."

"I know baby, let me look at them," Zain smiled, snaking his hand under Harry's jumper.

"You perv," Harry muttered jokingly, taking off his top and throwing it on the floor. His breath hitched as Zain choked his breasts immediately. "Don't do that, they hurt."

"Sorry babe," Zain smiled. "They do look bigger though."

"They do? I haven't really noticed..."

"Yea." Zain said idly, kissing Harry's shoulder. "Maybe you should check it out with your doctor when we get back, if you think it's something serious."

"I don't but... I might anyways."

Zain brought his hands back up to Harry breasts, squeezing them ever so slightly before moving them up to cup his cheeks. "I love you baby."

"I love you too," Harry smiled and leaned down to kiss Zain, cupping one side of his face.

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"We're home!" Harry breathed, stepping off the plane. "This weather feels much better."

"Yeah?" Zain smiled and kissed Harry's cheek.

"Yeah," Harry nodded.

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"Just booked an appointment with my doctor," Harry said, tapping Zain's shoulder. "It's tomorrow."

"That quick, eh?" Zain raised a brow.

"Yeah, that's the good thing about having money," Harry shrugged, looking down at the couch.

"I thought you said it wasn't serious?"

"They... they're still sore, so I just wanted to make sure I'm not dying, you know?"

"You're not dying, love," Zain chuckled.

Harry rolled his eyes affectionately, getting up to prepare dinner for the both of them.

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"Mr. Styles?" A nurse called from the waiting room. Harry looked up immediately, nodded and followed her to an office. "She'll be with you in a moment."

Harry just nodded again, and played on his phone until the doctor entered the room.

"So," Dr. Dubois began, smiling, "tell me what's up?"

"Well, my um..." Harry trialed off, looking down at his feet. "My breasts have been feeling rather sore lately, and I've constantly been going to the bathroom. I kind of feel like I've been to the bathroom more in a week than I have in my whole life, you know?" Harry chuckled awkwardly.

"I see," Dr. Dubois hummed, jotting things down on a notepad. "So, think you can give us a stool sample?"

Harry nodded, taking the cup and heading towards the bathroom.

"Okay," Dr. Dubois entered the room a couple minutes after Harry had returned. "We're running some tests now, but we won't have the results until a few days later, so you're free to go after I give you a quick check up, yea? If anything else happens before you get a call from us, feel free to come back, okay?"

Harry nodded.

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"So?" Zain asked as soon as Harry called him.

"Well hello to you too," Harry said sarcastically. "She gave me a check up and I peed in a cup. They said they'll call when when they get the results."

"Oh," Zain sounded disappointed.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing. Was just hoping you could get results today, I really hope you're okay."

"I'm sure I'm okay, baby." Harry assured, smiling. "Well I'll let you go, yea? I need to drive."

"Okay love you bye."

"Love you too," Harry said and hung up the phone.

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so just a friendly reminder that you can indeed get pregnant on your period *cough* Harry *cough*

Hope you enjoyed! 💜