The Bet [Zarry AU] **UNDER EDITING**

22. Our Daughter

Sorry again, couldn't update yesterday :( I'm so sorry. :( I had a test tomorrow in college and then after I came, I got fever. The fever hasn't come down yet besides I'm suffering from the most irritating thing ever. 😥 runny nose. 😵
I hope you guys will like it. I'm sorry I couldn't write a long chapter. :(
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As Harry parked the car in front of his house, Zayn got out of the car and unbuckled Zayra from her car seat. He then picked her up in his arms, to which Zayra responded by wrapping her arms around his neck and rested her head on his shoulder. Zayn smiled softly and held her tight.

"My baby", he thought.

He wasn't aware of the pair of green eyes that were watching the scene in complete awe.

"Um, you stay here, I'm gonna unlock the door.?", he asked Zayn to which, Zayn nodded.

He watched him unlocking the door and thought about how much he had changed over the years. He had gotten taller. Taller than him. He had became more confident than ever and he didn't wanna start on how beautiful he had gotten.

"Unkie Zayn, Dada fowgive you", she whispered into his ear, breaking him from his trance.

"I hope so too Pumpkin", he whispered.

And yeah, he may or may not had told Zayra that he had said some mean things to her Dada, for which her Dada was mad at him. Then he may or may not had told Zayra that he wanted to be friends again and that he is sorry, making a sad face.

And Zayra may or may not had told Zayn she would get her Dada forgive him if he played peek-a-book with her, to which Zayn gladly agreed. So that's may or may not Zayra's idea to bring her Unkie Zayn home with them so that he could say sorry to her dada. 'cause somewhere in her heart, she liked Zayn. And for an unknown reason, when today her friend, Katy's both parents come to pick her up from the school and Zayn played with her at that time, she wanted both Zayn and Harry to pick her up like that everyday.
She knew she had an other father but she didn't know who. She wanted to know. But after being with Zayn for two days, for some unknown reason, her little heart didn't want to know either. She was happy with her unkie Zaynie and Dada.

"Um, come on in.", Harry told them as he unlocked the door.

Zayn entered the house with Zayra in his arms and looked around the house. He smiled at the familiar Vanilla and homey smell of Harry's house.

"You've got a nice house. Cozy and feels like home.", Zayn complimented, putting Zayra down on the sofa.

"Uh thanks.", Harry said, going to the kitchen, Zayn following him after switching on the tv for Zayra 'cause she wanted to watch Tom and Jerry.

"Um, do you want anything? Coke, sprite, water, coffee?", Harry asked opening the fridge door. Zayn was standing behind him. Garry felt his presence but ignored the fast beating of his heart.

"Um, coffee would be nice but wi-", Zayn started but Harry cut him off saying, "only one tea-spoon of sugar and no cream?", Harry asked taking out a carton of apple juice for juice from the fridge.

Zayn was too stunned to say anything. Even after all these 5 years, Harry still knew how exactly he liked his coffee. 'Could it be a sign?' He thought.

"Um, yeah", he said. Harry started pouring the juice in a cup for Zayra.

How do you know still remember after all these years? He thought.

"I never forgot. I used to make you coffee everytime we had sleep overs. Remember?" Harry asked.

"Was I thinking out that loud?", Zayn said rolling his eyes.

"Well yeah.", Harry chuckled and turned around but came face to face with a smiling Zayn. He didn't know Zayn was standing that close behind him.

Both of their smile vanished as soon they realised how close they were standing.

Harry's breath hitched as he felt Zayn's breath on his lips. He held the juice cup in his hands tightly.

Zayn leaned in as he felt Harry's uneven breathing on his face. His breath felt like the strawberry amd mint unlike his own ciggerate and mint. He wanted to feel more of him. So ge leaned in.

There was no sound excelt their uneven breathing and the sound of tv from the leaving room.

Zayn placed his hand on Harry's cheeks and closed his eyes. Harry too closed his eyes and leaned in a little at Zayn's touch. He had missed his touch so much.

Zayn slowly leaned in and joined their foreheads.

"Harry?", he whispered.

"Yeah?", Harry whisperedas well.

"Please give a chance? To mend all the things. I promise, if this time,I mess up, you can murder me.", Zayn whispered, death serious. But Harry chuckled anyway.

"Zayn?", Harry whispered.

"Yeah?", Zayn whispered too.

"Please don't mess up this time or break her heart. She's already fragile.", Harry whispered. Eyes closed. Silent tears running down his rosy cheeks.

"I promise", Zayn whispered.

He leaned in and kissed away his tears on the cheeks. He kissed his pink nose while taking the cup from his hand and placing it on the counter top. He joined their foreheads together again and  whispered, "I missed you Harry." Voice croaky as he felt a lump in his throat. A tear rolled down his cheek as well.

"I missed you too Zayn", Harry said as he placed his hand on his cheek and wiped away the tear. He knew Zayn was telling the truth 'cause Zayn never cried except when he got nightmares.

And that all took Zayn to place the sweetest kiss on his lips. That kiss wasn't like any other of the few kisses they had in the past. It was the most innocent they had.

They didn't move their lips, they just stayed like that. Lips on lips, hands on each other's cheek and silent tears rolling down. Feeling each other's presence, saying those unsaid  words through the kiss, they hadn't said ever.

There were "I'm sorry, I'm sorry"s as well as "It's okay." but there was one thing that they said through the kiss but didn't admit. It was the"I love you" and "I love you too"s

Their long and intimate kiss broke by Zayra's, "Dada, appy juice" yell and both of them chuckled.

Zayn hugged Harry for a brief moment and whispered, "Thank you for giving me the chance". Harry hugged him back in response and said, "Let's get back to our daughter before she comes here", Harry chuckled as they broke the hug. Zayn held his and and Harry picked the juice cup up from the counter in his other hand.

They walked out of the kitchen, voth smiling.

"Our Daughter.", Zayn whispered, smiling.

"Our daughter.", Harry whispered, smiling too.