Butterfly Graveyard (z.s au)

12

*UNEDITED

Zain woke slowly the next morning, reaching for Harry but the bed was cold. Zain sighed, maybe Harry had woken up before him.

"Hey, did I wake you?" Harry whispered as he entered the room.
"No," Zain answered simply. "Where'd you go?"

"To the bathroom," Harry yawned as he slid into bed with Zain. "This baby is killing me."

Zain raised a brow, amused. "Come back to sleep baby."
Harry obliged, too tired to argue. Now that he was up, he'd rather stay up then fall asleep and have to wake up again.

"Zain," Harry whispered after a moment of silence. "Zain, baby."

"What?" Zain yawned, rubbing Harry's belly.

"I can't go back to sleep," Harry mumbled as he stuffed his face into Zain's chest.

"Too bad," Zain chuckled and closed his eyes again. Harry rolled his eyes affectionately, wrapping one leg around Zain's legs.

"Can we, like, snog or something until it's time to wake up?" Harry asked, running his fingers through Zain's messy quiff.

Zain moved his hands from Harry's head down to grip his arse, squeezing slightly, "s' sit up, yea?"

Harry nodded, breaking away from Zain so he could sit up properly before climbing back on him, cupping his face with both hands and pulling him into a kiss. Zain licked Harry's bottom lip, asking for entry. Harry, teasingly, denied him.

"How big have they gotten?" Zain asked, smirking. He moved his hands from Harry's arse and slipped them under his shirt.

Suddenly, a knock sounded at their door, "wake up!"

It was Gemma. Of course it was.

"Suck my arse!" Harry yelled at her before smashing his lips into Zain's. Zain broke the kiss, leaning forward to suck on Harry's collarbone.

Without warning, Gemma opened the door, with her phone in one hand. "Breakfast is—"

Harry turned to look at Gemma with a frown, while Zain slid his hands out from under Harry's shirt. Gemma stared at them, mouth agape, before nodding her head. "I was just coming to say that, um, breakfast is ready whenever, um, you are."

💜

"Hey Mum," Harry smiled as he made his way into the kitchen. Anne was already making tea, luckily for him. "What're we having for breakfast?"

"I made porridge," Anne said, taking a sip of her tea, "but I can make waffles for you if you want."

"No that's fine, thanks." Harry kissed her cheek, pouring himself a cuppa and sitting down at the table next to Gemma.

"Was it fun?" Gemma winked.

"Can you, like," Harry pinched the bridge of his nose, "not?"

"Someone's moody," Gemma teased, kissing Harry's hair. "What time did you get here yesterday?"

"Around lunch time, why?"

"Oh, just wondering," Gemma shrugged, glancing in Zain's direction. "I got here at 11 pm. So, have any plans for today?"

"Harry and I were gonna go out for a bit today," Zain explained, eating a spoonful of his porridge.

"Oh!" Anne exclaimed. "Where to?"

"Just," Zain shrugged one shoulder, "out."