Butterfly Graveyard (z.s au)

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*UNEDITED

Harry gasped as he looked at himself in the mirror. He turned to look at Zain with a frown.

"What?" Zain asked, dumbfounded.

"You bit my lip too hard." Harry said. "Now it's busted."

"Sorry babe." Zain cooed and kisses the corner of Harry's mouth. "You still look beautiful though."

"I guess." Harry shrugged. "How long are your sisters staying?"

"For however long they packed." Zain shrugged. "Why?"

"Just wondering," Harry said. "We should go out for dinner today."

"Sure." Zain kissed Harry's cheek before drying his damp hair. "They'll probably enjoy it, after having to hear you moan."

Harry just scoffed and rolled his eyes.

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"Would you girls like to go out for dinner?" Harry asked as he stepped into the living room. They all looked at him with wide eyes, and Doniya spoke for them. "Great, we'll leave at 7."

"What'd they say?" Zain asked as Harry flopped onto the bed.
"They said yes." Harry said with a yawn. "Now I need to find an outfit."

"I know," Zain cooed at Harry, playing with his curls, "it's so tough."
Harry sighed and stuff his face into Zain's belly and they laid there for a moment before a knock sounded at their door. "Come in," Zain called.
Safaa entered the room, wide-eyed. "Do— um— do you know where the Tylenol is? For my headache."

"Yeah," Zain said as he slid out from under Harry. "I'll show you."

"Is Harry okay?" Safaa asked, keeping her voice low.

"Yeah, why?" Zain raised a brow.

"He— um, well... he didn't look too well when I was in there." Safaa mumbled. "Like, pale and all."

Zain nodded his head. "Oh," he gasped. "Yeah, he's fine. Don't worry about it."

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It was almost 6:30 and Harry was still looking for clothes. He had picked out a white t-shirt with a heart on his, but he couldn't find any pants to go with it. He eventually pulled out a pair of blue leather pants and dressed himself in them.

"You can see your belly." Zain said as he exited the bathroom. He was already dressed — wearing black jeans with holes in the knees and a black and white button up shirt, with just the top few buttons unbuttoned.
"Do you think someone'll say something about it?"Harry asked, rubbing his hand over his belly.
Zain shook his head, cupping Harry's belly and kissing him on the lips. "Not at all. You look gorgeous babe."

"Thank you." Harry smiled warmly, placing his hands over Zain's. "It feels nice to dress up."

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"Oh my God," Safaa whispered to Zain as Harry came downstairs, typing away on his phone. "Is he," she cast a quick glance back at Harry, "is he pregnant again?"
"I dunno," Zain shrugged, "you'll have to ask him. Or Doniya."

"What do you mean you don't know?" Safaa whisper yelled. "You're his fiancé!"

"You can't always come to me for everything about Harry." Zain said. "He doesn't bite, you know."

"Ugh." Safaa scoffed. "I'll just ask Doniya. How come only she knows?"
"Because she asked." Zain said.

Safaa just rolled her eyes and turned to Doniya. "Is Harry actually pregnant?"
Doniya just nodded her head, and Safaa turned to Zain with wide eyes. "He is! Can you believe that? Is it a boy or a girl? What do you want it to be? How many weeks is he?"

Zain just smiled at her. "Yes, I can. We don't know yet, but I want a boy. And he's 14 weeks and 3 days."

"So cute." Safaa cooed. "Have you told mum yet?"

"Harry wanted to wait until we found out what it was." Zain explained. "But Doniya figured it out, and so have you."
"Why is he so big?" Safaa asked, but Zain avoided the question by asking if everyone was ready to go. Harry nodded, grabbing his keys and coat.

"Are you driving?" Zain asked Harry, wrapping an arm around his waist and gave Harry a kiss on the cheek.
"Sure." Harry said, leaning into Zain's kiss. He wen to return Zain's kiss, but the smell of his cologne made his gag. "Shit— sorry, I'm sorry."

"It's okay babe." Zain chuckled. "Are you okay?"

"'M fine." Harry said, stepping a way from Zain. He checked the time on his phone and slipped on his coat. He unlocked the car and slipped into it, buckling his seat and starting the car.
The girls climbed into the back with Darcy and Zain slipped into the car. He squeezed Harry's thigh and Harry flashed him a smile.
Suddenly, Zain turned up the radio when he heard Harry's sing, Golden, on, grinning up at Harry.

"Zain," Harry sighed.

"Wait no—" Safaa blurted, "I mean— you can turn it off if you want. I just... like this song."

"Okay then." Harry said and retracted his hand from the radio. Zain squeezed his thigh again, then moved his hand up to Harry's belly.

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"What are you gonna get?" Harry asked Zain as he chewed on his bottom lip and furrowed his brows at the menu. "I don't know what I want to get."

"Do you want to share a pizza?" Zain asked. They were at a very, very fancy Italian restaurant that had opened a few weeks ago. It was truly gorgeous.

"Sure." Harry said quietly.

"This vegan pizza?" Zain suggested. He pointed to a picture on the menu, and Harry observed it for a moment before nodding. "What are you getting to drink?"

Harry sighed, "water. What about you?"

"Probably a water as well." Zain decided, closing the menu. "So tough, isn't it?"

"Yeah actually." Harry said. He rubbed his belly for a brief moment before kissing Zain's cheek.

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Someone pls call a doctor Zayn with pink hair has my heart rate goin 📈📈📈

Hope you enjoyed! 💜