We MaDe It

25.

"Don't worry about a thing. Every little thing is gonna be alright. Don't worry about a thing."

Harry sang along the Bob Marley classic song. Zayn's favourite song. Their wedding song. Every time he hears the song it takes him back to the day they got married. It was a day that started horribly imperfect, with Zayn suffering a miscarriage but despite that, it ended on a positive. They celebrated their Yasmeen first birthday and made a commitment to each other.

The song gives him hope. That though things may be horrible at the moment; having to eat soft foods like a pensioner with no dentures; it'll be alright.

There is light at the end of a tunnel. In his case, that light was finally being allowed to eat solid foods.

The song was befitting for him to celebrate. He sang, dancing solo on the kitchen collecting ingredients for pancakes he's been craving since being told he wasn't allowed them. It was Sunday. A designated day for sleep in. His Brady bunch was sleeping in. Zayn too.
He was going to surprise him with breakfast in bed.

Crack on he did making breakfast. Pancakes, bacon and fruit. He prepared the spread on the table buffet style for his kids to tuck in when awake.

His own pancakes he done last. That way they would be just the right texture, soft to eat.

"Morning." Niall walked in with help of two crutches.

Harry turned around to look at him. Niall looked half asleep, hair sticking out all angles. He wondered if he woke him up with the music. Niall's bedroom was the only one downstairs, the song was playing on amazon Echo.

"Morning, Niall. The music woke you up?"

"Nah." Niall leaned one of his crutches against a chair and managed to walk with just the help of one to pour himself coffee from freshly made pot.

"I could have done that for you," Harry said watching him balancing his weight on the crutch while making sure not to spill coffee from a mug.

"That's alright. I got it." Niall settled on the chair, smiled at him. "But thanks. It smells lovely in here."

"Pancakes I'm making my friends." Harry said cheerfully.

"Talk about throwback." Niall said.

"And what throwback is that? Me making pancakes?" Harry asked.

"That song that was on. You played it on your wedding day remember?" Niall reminded him.

"Do I remember? It was my wedding day of course I remember." Harry smiled flipping a pancake from a pan onto a plate. "Pancake?"

"Impressive. And yes please. I take mine raw." Niall grinned. He liked his pancake just on its own with no syrup, no fruits.

Harry chuckled. "I like mine a bit wet. With plenty of syrup. This one here I'm making has my name on it. Help yourself out, breakfast is on the table, mate."

"You always know how to make good breakfast spread, Hazza." Niall grabbed a plate, served himself.

"Am not one to blow my horn, but honk yeah. I make a good spread." Harry grinned. "Did you know breakfast spread means to have sex on a breakfast table in the morning? To be more accurate, it refers to someone laying on the table open wide_ready to receive."

"And if you are imagining Zayn that way, get back to your room please it's too early to be looking at your boner."

Harry laughed pouring himself coffee, he grabbed the plate with his freshly made pancake, sat opposite him.