Make Me Stay [Zarry AU]

19. It's Time

harrystyles

He clicked on the name and opened his account. But to his disappointment, there was no picture in there, yet.

There was no doubt it was Harry's account not someone else's. His profile picture was in black and white, him wearing a black T-shirt with his usual thick rimmed glasses on. His belly was still flat so he guessed it had been a while ago.

He looked at his followers and following list, seeing he has 100+ followers. He was following only 3 people. His eyes scrunched up in a frown as he thought  who this 3 people might be. He clicked on the following icon and the 3 blokes' name flashed on his screen in a list.

louis91

liampayne

niallhoran

He first clicked on the profiles niallhoran and liampayne respectively but to his disappointment, both were private accounts. Then he clicked on  louis91 profile and to his relief, it was an open account. He looked at his profile picture and saw he had chestnut brown hair and blue eyes. The bloke indeed looked handsome. He looked at the most recent picture he posted which was yesterday and his breath hitched.

There he was, looking beautiful as ever with his big baby bump smiling brightly, looking at the camera. With tons of gifts surrounding him. He was wearing a cute big white t-shirt saying "Proud Mommy" which hugged his bump well. The caption under the pic said, "Harryboo's baby shower ♡" Zayn didn't know when a tear rolled down his cheek. 

He scrolled down to the next pic that was a week ago. Harry was pouting while crossing his arms over his baby bump. 5 shopping bags on his side. The caption said, "Aww, we didn't let him stay in the mall for another one hour so here he is, pouting. Don't worry boo. We'll take you to the baby shopping another day. ♡" Zayn chuckled at the pic and screenshot it.

He scrolled down to another pic that was a month ago. Harry was munching on some sandwich happily on a sofa and it looked like, he didn't know about the picture being taken. The caption said, "Our 6months pregnant boo's new craving --- Peanut butter and jelly sandwich with pickle on the top. Gross isn't it? But according to boo, it's a pregnancy thing. :p " Zayn laughed and wished, he could have been there with him.

He scrolled down further, and there was only Harry's pictures. Harry frowning on milk. Harry laughing at a snoring Niall, who's name he got to know from the caption. Harry giggling while baking some cookies. Harry sitting between two teddy bears in a room and it seemed that it was the same room where the baby shower being held. The caption read, "Nursery ♡" he looked at the room and saw it was in cream and light green which looked soothing to his eyes. He smiled sadly and again, he wished, he was there to help setting up the nursery. He saw the pic was taken two and a half months ago.

Sighing sadly, he scrolled down further and pic made his heart stop. He didn't know what to feel. He was angry, overwhelmed, sad and happy at the same time.

It was a collage of 3 pictures. The first picture was of Harry, smiling a teary smile while looking at the camera and it seemed he was in the doctor's appointment. The second picture was of a picture of what seemed like ultrasound pictures laying on a glass table. And the third picture was of Harry, Louis, Niall, Liam (who's name he got to know from the previous pictures) and none other than his own father, Yaser Malik sitting on a sofa, looking at the camera. Four of their hands were Harry's small baby bumb, smiling. The picture was taken 3 and a half months ago. The caption saying, "4 and a half months of pregnancy and yahoo!!! It's twins people. We gonna be proud uncles of twins. And in case you are wondering who this nice dude is over there, let me tell you it's the proud grandfather of the twins. Yaser Malik."

"Twins", he whispered to himself. A smile crept on his lips then he frowned deeply. He needed answers.

He quickly closed the Instagram app then got out from the bed. He walked out of Harry's room and walked into his own. Quickly he got changed from his sweats into his jeans and put on a red flannel over his white t-shirt he was wearing.

He came and stood in front of Harry's painting and whispered, "I'm gonna find you Mr. Malik." He then silently walked out of the room then the house, locking it behind him. He quickly got into his car and drove off to his father's house.

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He rang the doorbell impatiently and after 2mins, a sleepy Yaser answered the door. His eyes grew wide in shock after seeing his son but soon he regained his composure.

"What are you doing here at this time of night Zayn?", Yaser asked but Zayn stood there silently. "See, If you need more money for your partying then I'll send them to you tomorrow. Goodnight.have a good sleep.", Yaser said quietly and was about to close the door but Zayn pushed it open and walked into the house. Now glaring at his father.

"I don't need your fúcking money dad. I need him. Where's Harry?", Zayn asked, glaring at his father.

"I don't know.", Yaser said in a small voice, crossing his arms over his chest while looking at the floor.

"Don't lie to me. I saw the pictures on that Louis guy's account. And when were you gonna tell me that I was having twins?", Zayn yelled in anger.

"Never. Why would I? You wouldn't care anyways.", Yaser said as he walked towards the couch and sat on it.

"I wouldn't care? I WOULDN'T CARE?! THOSE ARE MY KIDS DAD.", Zayn yelled as he walked towards his father and stood in front of him.

"Oh really? Didn't look like that when you said, oh no, ordered Harry to not give them your name. And guess what Zayn? Happy kept his promise. He's not gonna give them your last name, he's gonna give them his. MY GRANDCHILDREN WON'T GET MY LAST NAME AND I CAN'T EVEN BLAME YOU.", Yaser said as he got up from the couch, now glaring at his son.

"WHY? WHY CAN'T YOU BLAME ME? TO MAKE ME FEEL MORE GUILTY THAN I ALREADY AM? COME ON, BLAME ME, HIT ME, CURSE ME DAD.", Zayn said as he took his father's hand and started hitting himself on the face while tears rolled down his cheeks freely.

"STOP IT, OKAY? WHAT DO YOU THINK? I WOULDN'T BLAME YOU IF I COULDN'T? IF IT WASN'T FOR YOU I WOULD HAVE BEEN ABLE TO SEE HARRY AND MY UNBORN GRANDCHILDREN EVERY WEEK INSTEAD OF A WEEK IN A MONTH. IF IT WASN'T FOR YOU, I WOULDN'T HAVE TO SEE HARRY SO MUCH IN PAIN WHENEVER YOUR NAME BEING MENTIONED. IF IT WASN'T FOR YOU I WOULD HAVE BEEN ABLE TOO SEE MY GRANDCHILDREN RAISING IN FRONT OF ME AFTER THEY BORN. SO YEAH, ZAYN, I WOULD BLAME YOU IF I COULD. BUT I COULDN'T BECAUSE THAT FOOL, HARRY'S LAST WISH TO ME WAS NOT TO BLAME YOU FOR ANYTH--", Yaser yelled but stopped when he saw Zayn's eyes go wide and that's when he understood what he had said.

"La-last wi-wish? Wh-what?", Zayn asked in a shaky voice. He couldn't believe his ears. No it can't be happening. He must have heard wrong. But when he saw his father nodding, he knew, he had heard right.

Yaser motioned him to sit down on the couch which he did and sat beside his son.

It was the time to tell Zayn. Everything.

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