New Life [Zarry ageplay]

Bad Words

Even though Harry told Zayn he wanted to buy clothes for him, he really didn't.

Well, at least not the clothes Zayn picked out.

Harry wanted to buy him cute shirts and onesies, not jeans and plain shirts.

Harry was internally overjoyed when they got back home, going into his bedroom for some alone time while Zayn put his clothes away.

He settled down in bed with his laptop, deciding to turn to Google for help.

'how to get someone into a headspace'

Harry spent close to half an hour looking through various forums and websites, taking mental notes.

His search had helped, but he still didn't know how to begin.

He sighed, getting out of bed and going to check on Zayn.

Harry found him laying back on the bed, looking quite relaxed.

"Everything okay?" He asked, stopping in the doorway.

"Mhmm." Zayn hummed, yawning afterwards.

Harry glanced at the clock. "Nap time, isn't it?" He asked in a joking tone, although he wasn't joking.

Zayn chuckled. "Feels like it."

"I won't judge if you want to take a nap. I often do it myself, it refreshes me." Harry said.

"I just might." Zayn said, not seeing anything wrong with that.

"Okay." Harry said, walking over and starting to tuck him in.

"What're you doing?" Zayn frowned.

"Just helping." Harry smiled, finishing.

"I can pull up the duvet myself." Zayn said.

"Yes but can you tuck it around yourself perfectly like that?" Harry asked.

Zayn hesitated.

Okay, it did feel pretty good.

"Nope. Guess you win." Zayn mumbled, rolling onto his side.

"I'll have a snack ready for you when you wake up." Harry smiled, quietly closing the door behind him.

Zayn knew what just happened was strange, but he couldn't complain.

He was well taken care of.

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Harry prepared a small bowl of goldfish crackers for Zayn while he napped, getting a juice box ready as well.

He knew Zayn would probably refuse it, but Harry felt it was worth a shot.

He also put a parental code on the television, locking many of the channels that showed anything but educational shows, nature shows, or cartoons.

Harry was going to get Zayn into a headspace or die trying.

In about an hour and a half, Harry made his way back upstairs to check on Zayn, almost running into him.

"Oh hey, you're up." Harry smiled.

Zayn didn't respond, rubbing his eye with his fist and looking irritated again.

Harry wanted to just pick him up and hug him, but he knew he couldn't.

"Ready for your snack?" He asked.

"M'thirsty." Zayn said, honestly feeling like shit.

He hated napping because he always woke up dehydrated and either clingy or distant.