Practice and Pacifiers (Zarry Fanfic) (Boyxboy)

Chapter 4

Chapter 4

Zayn's POV

I huff as I try to get my hair into place, glancing down at my phone where the message from Harry was on the screen, notifying me that he was ready. I had offered to pick him up because I had to get Austin on the way.

I run a hand through my hair, deciding that, that was as good as it was going to get. I walk out of the bathroom and head outside, locking the door before getting in my car, driving to go get Austin quickly.

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"So daddy invited a friend to come get dinner with us. Is that ok?" I ask Austin once we were in the car, on our way to pick up Harry, glancing back at him through the rearview mirror, Front Porch Step playing through the speakers quietly.

"He nice?" He asks, looking up from where he was driving one of his toy cars around on his legs. I chuckle, nodding.

"Yeah babe. He's nice." I tell him, watching him suck his bottom lip into his mouth before nodding.

"Yeah. That fine." he mumbles, going back to playing with his car.

I chuckle again softly as I pull up to Harry's hotel, texting him to tell him I was outside.

"That him daddy?" He asks when Harry comes walking towards the car, waving.

"Mhm." I hum, waving back as he opened the door and got in.

"Hi! I Austin!" Austin said happily from the back seat, definitely not having taken after me with shyness. Harry chuckled, turning towards him as he buckled.

"Hi there. I'm Harry." He replied as I started driving towards Austin's favorite restaurant.

Austin and Harry made small talk, as much as you can with a five year old, during the short car ride, Harry turning to talk to me once Austin had gone back to playing.

"Hey." He chuckled as I glanced over at him, smiling softly.

"Hi." I hum, "Thanks for coming."

"Thanks for inviting me. I hope I'm not intruding in on a family dinner or anything." He said softly.

"Oh no. Don't worry about it. Just Austin and I." I shrug, giving him a small smile.

"Where's Austin's mum, if you don't mind me asking." Harry said quietly.

"Oh, um. Dad. I carried him." I reply back. "And he's not really in the picture." I reply awkwardly, shrugging. "But we're doing just fine. Mum helps out a bunch." I say.

Harry nods as I park, getting out, unbuckling Austin as Harry waited at the back of the car. I put Austin down and hold his hand as we walk to the door, Harry holding it open as he stares down at Austin.

I clear my throat quietly before walking up to the hostess, asking for a table for three, thanking her when she nods, grabbing the menus and leading us to the table, Harry sitting across from me, Austin next to me.

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"So what did you mean by saying his dad wasn't in the picture?" Harry asked after we had finished eating, Austin coloring on the little paper menu they had given him.

I sigh, wiping my mouth and taking a sip of my water,

"Alright, I want you to hear me out before you think I'm like bat shit crazy." I say quietly, looking at him.

He nods, beckoning for me to go on.

"Okay, so like. It was a stupid after party after a show, and it was a one night stand." I start, looking at him.

He raises an eyebrow, nodding slowly. "Okay.. And?"

I sigh, taking a deep breath, telling him about the club and when it had happened.

"Oh, seriously? I was at that party." Harry laughed, then slowly his smile turned into a frown, eyebrows furrowing. "Oh wait. You mean? You're saying I'm..?" He trailed off.

I nod, biting my lip. "Can't you tell. He looks almost exactly like you. I'm not like saying you have to be around or whatever.. I just wanted you to know." I sigh, running a hand through my hair. "I get it if you don't want to be around and whatever. You're young. You have a big career. I can't really be mad at you." I shrug.

"Oh um, yeah." He says quietly, clearing his throat. "I'm sorry, I can't do this." Harry finished, standing up before walking away.

"Where Harry going?" Austin asks, and I look over at him, bringing a hand up to brush some hair out of his face, giving him a forced smile.

"Harry just wasn't feeling well and had to go home." I lie, asking for the check quietly when our waitress walked past the table.

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A/N- Plot twist, am I right?