Butterfly Graveyard (z.s au)

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*UNEDITED

"What are we going to do for the nursery?" Harry asked Zain as he dressed himself. He was wearing black sweatpants that sat low on his hips and a black and blue Doctor Who shirt that showed off his growing belly gorgeously. His hair was pulled back into a ponytail with a white scrunchie and he wore chipped pink nail polish. "Oh— the ultrasound is today too."
Zain nodded, "yes, baby, I know. You've told me everyday for the past week." Zain pulled Harry in for a kiss. "Are you excited?"

"Of course," Harry spoke in between kisses. He stepped back to look at Zain's outfit; he was wearing a gray turtle neck with black jeans and black boots. "You look good baby."

"Thanks," Zain smiled, brushing off invisible dust from his shirt. "You do too."

"I just look pregnant," Harry sighed, rubbing his hands over his belly. "They're moving around a lot too."

"They must be excited too," Zain smiled. "What do you want it to be?"

"I don't know," Harry said, "I'd be happy if they were either."
Zain smiled and nodded his head, kissing Harry again.

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"Alright," Meghan, the doctor, said as she said down next to Harry on the stool, "are you two ready to find out the gender?"

Harry nodded eagerly and Zain answered, "yep."

"This is going to be cold." Meghan told Harry as she touched the gel-covered wand to his belly. He grimaced at the sensation but relaxed after a few seconds. He watched the screen as Meghan swirled the wand around a couple times. She squinted her eyes at the screen, leaning forward to get a closer look. "Do you two want me to write it down or to tell you?"

"Tell us, please." Harry said quickly.

"Alright!" Meghan said excitedly. "You are having a baby girl!"

Harry and Zain both smiled brightly, and Harry felt himself on the verge of tears. "Thank you so much," Zain said happily.

"Of course!" The doctor congratulated. "Alright, wipe yourself off and you're free to go. Congrats!"

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"Can you believe it? A little girl!" Harry exclaimed excitedly as they walked down the streets of New York City — where he had a show later tonight. "I'm so happy."

"Me too, babes," Zain wrapped his hand around Harry's shoulder and pulled him closer. "Any name ideas?"

"I like the name Darcy Anne."

"Yeah, it's pretty nice." Zain agreed.

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"Ugh!" Harry gritted his teeth and covered his face with his hands, feeling tears well in his eyes.

"What's wrong?" Harry's stylist asked. She noticed the situation and clicked her tongue, shaking her head. "Your pants don't fit, huh?"

"No," Harry sobbed. "I'm sorry, I don't mean to cry. It's just these hormones."

"It's okay," his stylist smiled. "I'll get you a rubber band real quick, yeah? If the fans ever notice, they'll know it's because you're pregnant. Don't beat yourself up over it, yea?"

Harry nodded, sniffling. "Thank you."

"Of course!" she patted Harry's back. "It's my job to help you."

She grabbed a rubber band and tied it over the pants button, then connected it to the button-hole and pulled them as close together as his belly would allow. "Okay, that should hold it." She said as she stepped back.

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"Are you okay?" Harry asked Zain as he entered the tour bus.

"I'm fine, why?" Zain asked. He looked up at his pregnant boyfriend with a wide smile.

"Oh," Harry sat down next to him, "you were laughing and it sounded like you were crying. Sorry."

"It's fine." Zain rubbed Harry's back. "I called Safaa, by the way. She was over the moon."

"Of course," Harry scoffed, and rested his head on Zain's shoulder. "My back hurts so much. This pregnancy is really taking a toll on me."

"You'll be okay, yea?" Zain asked, cupping Harry's face and rubbing his thumb over Harry's cheek. Harry nodded, giving Zain a small smile.

"I'm so hungry," Harry said as he stood up. He rummaged through the snack cabinet in the tour bus and pulled out a bag of crisps, sniffing it and grimacing. "Never mind."

Zain laughed, taking off his shoes and socks and climbing into Harry's bunk. "Come sleep with me baby, it's almost 1 am and you need to rest."

Harry obliged, crawling into his bunk and laying next to Zain, one leg wrapped around the older man's legs and his hands running through Zain's hair.
"I'm so horny," Harry groaned, rocking his hips against Zain's, "and there's nothing we can do about it! Crap!"
Zain smiled fondly at Harry and gripped his arse. "Just sleep baby. We need to."

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Yeah I just really like writing about Harry's breakdowns because I think they're cute and funny. poor baby is a hormone casserole

Also help?? I ran into someone and got a black eye and I'm currently sitting in my bathtub, fully clothed, with a frozen water bottle over my eye and writing this.... but the whole ordeal was extremely funny so :)

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Hope you enjoyed! 💜