The Arranged Marriage [Zarry Mpreg]

Chapter Two - A Bad First Impression.

"Liam, you have got to stop cooking breakfast without me to supervise." Harry quickly moved the smoking pan of burnt pancakes of of the stove, clashing it down on the counter.

Liam, turns of the burners and immediately steps back, trying his best to lessen the smoke,"I'm sorry. I really thought that I would do better this time." He runs over towards the closest window.

This morning, Liam, decided that it was best if he had surprised Harry by cooking him a gourmet breakfast, not wanting the boy to cook constantly by himself almost every single day of the week.

Harry, finally gets the kitchen settled, and leans against the counter, wiping his forehead,"Now that was a job..." He huffs,"You've could have burned down the entire flat if I hadn't came in here."

"I know," Liam moves closer towards his green-eyed boyfriend, placing both of his hands on top of Harry's hips,"You're my hero, Haz." He leans in for a kiss, which Harry gladly does the same back.

These are the moments that Harry cherishes with, Liam. Harry adores almost everything about him, well, except for the part about him constantly trying to cook without exactly knowing how to, of course. But, besides that little problem, Harry wonders each and everyday how he ever became so lucky to have Liam in his life. It's still so shocking to him.

Now there are days when Harry wishes that he could just stay home with Liam, and cuddle him until they both fall asleep, but then there are some days where he wishes that he would have had an excuse to get out of the flat.

Today was one of those days.

Hearing Liam's phone ring from across the room, they both pull apart from their short kiss, and Liam rushes over to grab it off of the kitchen table.

Harry, watches from the kitchen with a curious state in mind as Liam eyes basically light up as he spoke into the phone.

"...seriously, like...all day? Oh–no, you don't have to take her over there. Bring her over. I don't have any plans for today," Liam babbles on,"Twenty minutes? Um, that's fine...I should be ready by then."

Harry, begins to clean up the horrible mess as Liam finally finishes off his conversation,"Okay, see you in a bit." He ends the call, placing his phone in the pocket of his sweatpants.

"Who was that?" Harry asks, stepping back a bit as Liam storms past him, grabbing the cleaning supplies from the closet.

Liam, grabs a blue cleaning rag from the bottom shelf,"That was Jenny. She's bringing over Skylar today."

Harry froze,"Really? Didn't she just bring her over last week?"

The brown-eye man, is too busy scrubbing off the pancake mix, failing to hear Harry's question.

"Liam!?" Harry walks next to him.

"Oh, um...yeah, she did. Jenny has to work overtime today, so she asked me if I could keep Skylar until nine."

Harry whispers a slight "O" and looks down at the powered floor.

Jenny was a different story when it came to him and Liam's relationship. Jenny had been caught up in a situation a few years back, and Harry regrets it almost every time he see's Skylar, but he can't blame this all on, Liam. Harry, caused the problem, and now he believes that Skylar was the consequence of him and Liam's actions. But, it's not like Liam thinks of her in that way. She's more of a miracle to him, than a mistake. Skylar is Liam's first child, of course.

Harry frowns, seeing Liam completely out of it,"You know what? Let me clean this up. You just go get ready." He instructed.

Liam, looks back, turning around to face, Harry,"I love you so much." He smiles before jogging out of the kitchen, leaving Harry to clean up the mess that he had made.