Butterfly Graveyard (z.s au)

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*UNEDITED

"Hey," Harry called as he slipped on his coat. "I'm going to work now. Darcy's still asleep, text me if you need anything."

"Okay," Zain kissed Harry's lips. "Love you."

"Love you too." And with that, it was just Zain and Darcy for the rest of the day.

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"Hey," Zain heard a familiar voice, but he was already drifting off to sleep. "Don't sleep now, baby."

"I'm so tired," Zain groaned. "How was recording today?"

"It was fine," Harry said. "I finished a song."

"That's good." Zain ruffled Harry's hair. "Oh- I have to meet up with Taylor this weekend."

"Okay," Harry seemed to recoil at the mention of Taylor Swift.
"What's wrong?" Zain asked as he sat up.

"Um," Harry shrugged. "She's just... she's kind of my ex so... it's just awkward."

"Oh," Zain couldn't help but laugh. "How many other famous people have you dated?"

"Just," Harry said slowly, "Kendall Jenner and Olivia Wilde."

"Kendall Jenner?" Zain raised a brow. "Jealous."

"Oh my God," Harry rolled his eyes. "I'm gonna make dinner. You okay with Lasagna?"

"Yeah." Zain rubbed Harry's thigh. "Can't believe you dated Kendall Jenner."

"Is Darcy asleep?" Harry said quickly, trying to change the subject.
"No," Zain said sarcastically, "I just let her crawl around in her nursery because I'm that good of a parent."

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"Oh god," Harry whispered to himself. He was scrolling through Instagram when he came across a photo dump by Zain. Most of them were either selfies or pictures of Darcy, until the last one: which was that picture Zain had taken of Harry when they were drunk.
In the picture, Harry's cheeks were flushed and pink, and his lips were wet, pink and swollen. His hair was a mess, stuck to his forehead in some places, and his eyes were half-lidded. You could see the bite makes and hickeys on Harry's collarbone.

Harry chewed on his bottom lip as he liked the post and commented, "I know I say tpwk but..."

Harry slid out of bed, undressing to just his pants and grabbing a towel. Harry opened the door slowly, frowning slightly.

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"You okay?" Zain asked as Harry exited the bathroom. "You look like you're about to cry, baby."

"I feel like it." Harry huffed, hiding his face in Zain's neck. "I don't know why, I just feel off lately."

"Come lay down with me?" Zain asked as he sat down on the bed, and Harry sat down on his lap. "Do you know what's wrong?"

"No," Harry said quietly. "And I feel so bad for Darcy because I've been so distant from her lately, and she doesn't need that. She's a baby, for crying out loud."

"It's okay baby." Zain said. "We all have our moments."
"I guess," Harry said into Zain's ear. "Can we go to sleep?"

"Of course baby." Zain kissed Harry's cheek. "I love you."

"Mhm," Harry hummed, laying down. Zain frowned slightly, but brushed it off, because maybe Harry just wasn't in a good mood.

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Harry woke up early that morning and dressed himself, kissing Zain on the cheek and grabbing his keys. He started his car and drove off quickly.

When Zain woke up, it was around 9 am and Darcy was still asleep. Zain assumed that Harry had already left for work, brushing it off.

What was up with Harry lately? He had been acting weird; Zain could only hope that it wasn't postpartum depression. Why didn't Harry wake Zain? It was the least he could do - Zain had been waking up all night to care for Darcy after all.

Zain checked his phone and saw he had a few texts from Harry.

"Had to be @ work early today
Made breakfast for u xx"

Zain smiled down at his phone, tucking it away after a moment. He stretched, yawning, and went to wake up Darcy.
"Hey Darc," Zain cooed as he picked her up. She grunted at him, and his smile grew wider. "You wanna eat breakfast?"

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"Come get ur boyfriend
He's crazy"

Zain read the texts from Gemma, furrowing his brows and a few seconds later she FaceTimed him. She seemed to be yelling at someone when Zain answered.
"Sorry," Gemma said as she turned her attention back to Zain. "Someone decided he wanted to get high and now he won't stop annoying everyone in the studio."

"You know you love me," Harry giggled from behind the screen. "Is that your boyfriend?"

"Harold," Gemma said, exasperated. "This is why I should've never agreed to write this song with you. It's your boyfriend."

The call went silent as Harry tried to process what his sister just said. "What?"

"Here," Gemma said as she handed her phone to Harry. Harry took it and stared at the screen blankly.

"Oh this is my boyfriend," Harry said excitedly, after an awkward moment of silence. "I was recording a song."

"That's nice baby," Zain said.

"Yeah!" Harry said loudly. "Do you wanna hear it?"

"Um," Zain spoke slowly, "sure."

Harry raced across the studio and pressed a button, and his song began to play. It was a nice song - not something Zain would listen, but it was nice. It was kind of sad though.

"It's called Matilda," Harry said quietly when the song finished. "I just finished that one, I think. You wanna hear the one I'm working on right now? It's called Cinema. Wait, Gemma? What did we call this song?"

"Which one?" Gemma asked.

"Uh," Harry giggled, "I don't know."

"Okay well," Zain said finally, "I need to go. I'll talk to you later, 'kay baby?"

"Okay," Harry waved Zain goodbye and quickly hung up the phone.

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Idk what's happening to these chapters

I don't feel very inspired anymore 😔 which sucks cuz I like writing this story

Hope you enjoyed! 💜