Just Between Us [Zarry] Mpreg (Boyxboy)

17

Zayn

2 months later
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"Babe are you okay?" I asked out of breath from running out of the kitchen to the bathroom. It was 9am and I was in the kitchen thinking about what I was going to cook, until I heard Harry spilling his guts out into the toilet bowl. After a bit of dry heaving and nothing else coming up, Harry nodded and looked at me. His curls was spiraled everywhere and tears were at the creases of his eyes.

"'m alright. Probably something I ate." He's been saying that for the past week and every time he was crouched over the toilet. "You should go see the doctor Curly. This is the 4th time this week." The toilet water swooshed once Harry flushed it. He rubbed his stomach and walked over to the sink picking up his red and white toothbrush.

"I told you how much I hate the doctors Zayn. It's probably just food poisoning, I'll be fine." He said calmly, trying to muster up a smile to convince me. But, we both knew that he was only trying to convince himself. I walked up behind him and wrapped my hands around his waist and pecked his cheek. "Harry love, this is serious. You're not fine. You've been throwing up since Monday." I stressed out. I wasn't trying to annoy him but, Harry is stubborn and I care too much about him to watch him be sick and not do anything about it. He ignored me and picked up the Colgate toothpaste tube and turned the water on, running his toothbrush under it before squirting the paste on the toothbrush.

I inhaled and exhaled loudly waiting for him to say something but, he didn't say anything. "So, you're not going to say anything Harry?" He sighed and smeared his toothpaste across the toothbrush. "What do you want me to say Zayn?" He huffed, inserting the toothbrush in his mouth. I moved away from him and pulled the toilet seat down and sat on top of it. "That you'll go to the doctor's office. You don't even have to make the appointment, yeah? I'll do it and I'll even go with you. You're my boyfriend Harry and I care a lot about you. So, you being sick bothers me." He spat out the foam into the sink and grabbed the tube again.

"Zayn I honestly think it's just a bug or food poisoning and plus I have to go to work tomorrow. I've missed 3 days so far. I have bills to pay." He said squirting the paste back on the toothbrush. He welcomed the toothbrush back into his mouth and went back to scrubbing his teeth.

"Harry you're sick and you're acting like it isn't a big deal. I don't care if you have to miss 3 months of work. Before, you could worry about how you're going to pay your bills but now you don't have to. You have me. And your health matters to me. If it ever comes to you needing to pay bills and you can't pay them then, you have me. I'd be happy to." He stopped scrubbing his teeth for a minute and stared at himself in the mirror.
He soon went back to scrubbing his teeth and spat the foam into the sink.

He rinsed his toothbrush off and placed it back in its place in the medicine cabinet and began to look around. He looked at me for a minute and then continued his search.

He looked under the sink and behind the mirror and huffed. What is he looking for? "Damn it! I forgot to buy mouthwash!" I chuckled at his angry expression. He looked at me and frowned.

"What are you laughing at?" I pointed at him, still laughing. "Your face was hilarious. But, seriously Harry. Will you at least let me make you an appointment?" He rolled his eyes and folded his pale arms. I poked my lip out and walked towards him. "Please babe?" I whispered. We were face to face now. Green eyes staring into hazel and vice versa. "Fine." He sighed, defeated. I grinned and wrapped my arms around his waist and pecked his lips. "Now if I hurry up and go get dressed, I can still go to work."

I shook my head fast and took his warm hand, guiding him out of the bathroom into the hallway. There's no way I'm going to let him go to work sick. "Nope. What you're going to do is make your way to your bedroom, lay down and watch some television. I'm going to go fix us some breakfast and make you a cuppa. And maybe I'll add a massage with it too." He nodded his head eagerly. I smiled knowing I won him over with the cuppa and massage. I pecked his lips and watched him turn around and walk into the bedroom but not before I delivered a smack to his arse watching him blush 50 shades of red. That boy will be the death of me.
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