princess diaries

fifteen

harry was finishing up singing cinema while his fans were screaming and singing along. once he finished he grabs a bottle of water and takes a sip.

he looks around at the crowd and reads a few posters. laughing at a few he grabs his mic. "are we enjoying ourselves today?"

the crowd screams. "that's great! im really enjoying being here with you all tonight! id like to apologize for postponing the tour," harry starts.

"i found out i was pregnant like early on in tour. i managed a few shows but ultimately i needed to sit down and wait for my babies to be born. they're currently 2 months old."

the crowd managed to scream louder. harry laughs. harry chats with them a little more before he starts singing another song.

once the concert was over harry went backstage. he checked the time and immediately called zayn.

"babe?"

"are they all asleep?"

"most. anna and belle refused to sleep until they talked to you. piyare, mammas calling!"

"mamma!"

"hi, babies! how are you?

"miss you, mamma. when you coming home?"

"ill be home before your birthday, belle. gotta celebrate you!"

"mamma, can i have ice cream cake for my birthday? baba says i had to ask you."

"i think we can manage that. how was school, babies?"

"oh! johnny from art says his mamma likes your songs." anna states.

"oh, yeah?"

"mhm. he says they listen every day. it's so cool, mamma."

"that's pretty cool, baby. what about you, bee?"

"nothing interesting happened, mamma. oh, yeah, one of my classmates mammas was being really really nice to, daddy."

harry smirks. "oh, yeah? how so, baby?"

"she was laughing at daddy's terrible jokes and she was twirling her hair and she was touching his shoulders a lot." anna buts in.

"oh, yeah? seems like daddy was just really charming, yeah?"

"guess so."

"alright, munchkins. time for bed. say goodnight to mamma." zayn interrupts.

once he puts the kids to sleep he gets back on the phone with harry.

"so, a mom was flirting with you, huh? should i be jealous?" harry jokes

"oh, please. she doesn't hold a candle to you, baby. you know you're the only one i want!"

"mhm. i can't blame her though. my husband is hot as fuck."

"my wife's sexy. speaking of, what did you wear on stage today?"

"zaynie! you're on speaker."

"so? i don't give a single fuck. im sure your crew knows we fuck babe."

"zayn!"

zayn laughs.

"come on. tell me. need something to wank to before you hang up."

"im not telling you shit! at least not until i can do something about it." harry bites his bottom lip.

"oh? we gonna have phone sex? haven't done that since the band."

"i know. like we're horny teenagers again."

"it's not my fault, babe. i don't know if you know this but you're fucking beautiful. want you all the time and everyday. i love fucking you!"

"yeah?"

"mhm."

zayn knows sometimes harry gets a little insecure. harry has always been very insecure about his body since he's met him. it's one of the reasons he immediately goes back to the gym and working out whenever they have their babies.

zayn has to reassure him from time to time that he's beautiful. he doesn't mind reminding him. rather that be telling him or fucking him until he admits it himself.

"maybe when i get to the hotel and shower we can—you know?"

"stop being all shy, baby. it's me!"

"i know. just—you still make me all shy and flustered, zaynie."

"good! now get to the hotel safe okay? talk to you in a few. love you, wife."

"love you husband."