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

27. Papa

"Hehehe..Zayn stop", Harry giggled as Zayn rubbed his nose on his bare tummy. It was early, in the morning and Zayn was trying to wake Harry up.

"No", smiling Zayn said and blew some air into Harry's navel making him giggle loudly.

"Okay, okay, I'm up. Stop. It tickles.", Harry giggled and sat up straight and stretched closing his eyes. So he didn't see it coming when Zayn straddled him and kissed him square on his mouth while he yawned stretching. This action shocked him so much that when Zayn shoved his tongue into his mouth, he bite at it.

"Ow, what was that?", holding his mouth Zayn asked, in pain.

Harry's eyes widen in realization and he was in Zayn's lap in the next second.

"I'm so sorry babe. I didn't mean to do it. It's just that, I go so shocked. I'm sorry.",Harry said apologetically, cupping his cheek.

"But it hurt.", Zayn said, pouting.

Harry kissed his pout and said, "Let me take care of it then." And leaned in slowly. Still cupping his cheeks Harry sucked both his lips into his mouth and parted them with his tongue after a while. Zayn dived his slightly injured tongue into his mouth and Harry sucked it gently, making Zayn and tugged on his curls again.

Harry smirked into the kiss and broke the kiss after giving  him a quick peck, grinning.

"There you go. See, I told you, I'll take care of it.", Harry said cheekily and winked at his, making him pout again.

"Not fair.", Zayn whined like a child.

Harry pinched his both cheeks and kissed his pout away.

"Everything's fair in love and war baby. Now you go and wake Zayra up while I go and take a shower.", Harry said, getting and wrapping the blanket around him. He was still naked from the events of last night. Zayn was in his previous nights clothes as he put it on earlier before waking Harry up.

"Want me to join you?", winking, Zayn asked cheekily making Harry roll his eyes.

"No Mister. I'm completely fine with taking the shower all by myself. Can't afford to be late at work, now can we?", Harry asked smirking, making Zayn huff childishly.

He grabbed a towel from Zayra's closet and went into the bathroom closing the door behind.

Zayn too walked out of the room smiling like a fool and made his way to Harry's room where their pumpkin was sleeping peacefully.

He was walking towards Harry's room when he bumped into somebody and looked up only to find Gemma standing there, smirking.

"Well, I thought it would be my brother walking so clumsy today since the little you guys had last night", she said cheekily,making Zayn's eyes go wide and face flushing pink.

"No we did not..",  Zayn started quietly but Gemma cut him off.

"Oh please Zaynie boy, I'm not dump to not notice Zayra was sleeping in Harry's room alone and you just walked out of her room. Besides,I can hear the shower running, so it must be Harry who's taking it. And let me remind you, you both were pretty loud last night.", smirking she said. And Zayn thought, his cheeks could not get any redder.

"Aw, someone's blushing!", she pinched his cheeks. "Well you don't need to deny it Zayn,I understand.",Gemma said, smiling softly.

"I didn't deny it, we didn't go all the w--", he cupped his mouth with both of his hand as realized what he just said.

Gemma's eyes went wide then again, she was smirking cheekily.

"Well from the sounds coming from there" she pointed at Zayra's room, "it seemed like you guys did that already." She smirked again and continued, "but I believe you. Just please, don't hurt either of them again yeah? Specially when Harry has started trusting you again",she said softly making him nod.

"Okay, see you at the breakfast table then. Oh and by the way,good morning.", she greeted him.

"A very good morning to you too Gem.", Zayn greeted her back his a smile.

Zayn then made his way to Harry's bedroom and Gemma made her way to the downstairs to make some breakfast.

Half way on the stairs she called out Zayn's name making him turn around, asking her if she wanted anything.

"No,just wanted to say, if you guys are thinking about to go all the way, use protection yeah. 'Cause the first time when I thought I didn't need to tell you guys to use one, you totally forgot it. So just make sure to use one now. Just a warning you know", winking she said cheekily and went downstairs quickly.

"God this girl.", Zayn thought to himself smiling and blushing,  and walked into Harry's bedroom.

He quietly walked to her bed and sat beside her sleeping figure.

"Hey baby girl, wake up.", he whispered near her ear while she scooted closer to hin, wrapping her hands around him. Zayn's heart melted at the gesture.

"Papa, I love you. Come back.", she mumbled into her sleep, sadly . Zayn felt his heart breaking. He hugged her tight.

"I'm here baby girl, Papa's here. I'll never leave you or Dada again. I promise. Papa loves you so much.", Zayn said hugging her tight to his chest, never wanting to let her go nor make her feel, her Papa didn't love her.

The tight grip 'caused Zayra to wake up making her stir against Zayn's chest and Zayn loosened his grip on her. She fluttered her eyes open and saw her Unkie Zaynie crying.

"Unkie Zaynie cry? Don't cry", she said, sitting up and wiping some tears away from Zayn's cheeks with her tiny hands, making Zayn  cry even more.

"Unkie Zaynie?" She asked, clearly confused.

"P-Pumkin?", Zayn asked making her stare at him with her big eyes.

"You miss your Papa?", Zayn asked her.

"Yes." She said looking down. "But Papa don't love me.", she said in a small sad voice, still looking down on her lap.

Zayn hugged her tight. "No no no baby girl, Papa loves you so much. He missed you so much. He loves you Pumpkin. Believe me." Zayn said, tears streaming down his cheeks. He never thought, his actions could make her daughter feel like this. He wanted yo kill himself now.

"You know Papa? Papa told you,he love me? Pwease tell him come back. I miss papa." Zayra's eyes lit up in hope.

It's now or never, Zayn thought and took a deep breathe.

"Pumpkin,I'm your Papa.", Zayn said nervously. He looked down at his lap. To scared to see her reactions.

What if she hates me now? What if she doesn't want me to be her Papa? What if she stops talking to me? what if--

But his thoughts got interrupted when he felt a light weight on his lap and two tiny hands wrapped around his neck.

He looked up to see Zayra sitting on his lap looking straight into his eyes, face glowing with happiness. She was smiling that dimpled smile where her tongue would poke out of her teeth and make a deep dimple on both of her cheeks.

"Papa?", she asked smiling.

Zayn too nodded, mirroring his daughter's smile minus the dimples.

"PAPA", she squealed hugging him tight which Zayn happily returned. Both not aware of the fact that a certain green eyed boy, wrapped in a towel, was watching his bow complete family at the doorway with tears of happiness in his eyes.