Forget Me Not (Zayn/Harry; Mpreg AU)

10 - Their first date

Zayn hasn't given out anything specific about where their date will be. All he has told Harry is that he should dress casually and Zayn will be picking him up infront of the animal shelter at 7 in the evening. So, right now, Harry is standing infront of the shelter's building, hoping Zayn will like his outfit. Harry is dressed to impress. He is wearing a thin white shirt underneath a crisp maroon blazer and he has paired it with black skinny jeans and scuffed chelsea boots. His hair, which is growing quite long, is left down, the ends brushing the tops of his shoulders. Harry would like to think he looks alright and he's gotta admit that he feels confident enough to be seen with Zayn looking like this.

A couple of minutes later, Zayn arrives in his sleek luxury car (that Harry totally searched in the internet for the model) - a gleaming black Porsche 918 Spyder. The breathtaking car slows to a graceful stop right infront of Harry and Zayn hops out of it after he has shut the engine off.

The pleased smile that Zayn is wearing completes his casual yet still immaculate look of a satin Louis Vuitton bomber jacket (Harry knows the brand only because it is embroidered right in the middle of said jacket) and black denim jeans, a pair of solid black combat boots covering his feet. His hair is slicked up in a tall quiff and it does nothing but add up to Harry's growing list of favorite Zayn looks.

"Hey."

"H-Hi."

Zayn looks Harry up and down. "You look really good."

Blushing, Harry ducks his head shyly. "You too."

"Thanks," Zayn chuckles and grabs Harry's hand. "Let's go."

Zayn, like a true gentleman, opens the car door for Harry. The younger lad gets even more flustered at that and squeaks a thank you. Then, Zayn situates himself behind the wheel. He starts the car, the roar of the powerful engine vibrating inside Harry's chest. Jesus Christ, this car is Harry's dream.

Soon enough, they are off. The car ride is spent in comfortable silence. Seductive RnB notes float in the quiet air inside the car and Harry unconsciously bobs his head to the tune.

"Harry?" Zayn says suddenly.

"Hmm?"

"Will you please hand me my phone? It's somewhere in the backseat and I need it because I'm not really familiar with the place that we're going to."

Harry nods quickly. He unbuckles his seatbelt to comfortably stretch out and get Zayn's phone. However, when he turns around, he realizes that it isn't really Zayn's mobile phone that he needs to get from the backseat, but a large bouquet of lavender and a rectangular wooden box that is locked. Harry grabs them both.

"Zayn?"

"Lavender," Zayn starts to say, smiling. "When given as a gift means an opportunity or the promise of a new adventure. Being with you, to me, is the start of an adventure, Harry. Me, who has always been a follower of rules, is now ready to dive head first and think later. I'm ready to live the life that I want and I want it with you, Harry."

Harry's hands are trembling with the overwhelming wave of emotions that he is feeling. By now, he is clutching the bouquet against his chest, inhaling the calming scent of lavender and imagining a lifetime of adventures with Zayn. It's exhilarating, to say the least.

"And the box," Zayn continues. "I've got the key with me and I will only give it to you after our date, so you will see what's inside when you get home."

Harry's heart skips a beat. "O-okay."

Zayn smiles at him. "Good."

They drive a bit more until Harry notices that they've reached the beginnings of the countryside. A few turns later, Zayn parks his car. He exits first, hurrying to Harry's side so he can open the door for him. This time around, Harry is not so shy about being treated like a prince and smiles lovingly at Zayn. "Thanks."