New Life [Zarry ageplay]

Bad Boy

"How's it going baby?" Harry said, appearing in the doorway of Zayn's bedroom.

Regardless of how much he didn't want to, Harry let Zayn dress himself today because they were going out to get Zayn's hair cut.

Zayn was looking forward to going out since he hadn't been out of the house in ages.

"Fine." Zayn said, standing there in boxers and a shirt, looking for pants.

"What about a nappy?" Harry asked.

"We're going out. I don't want to wear one out." Zayn said, pulling some jeans on.

"But what if you have an accident?" Harry asked.

"Have I ever?" Zayn asked, giving him a look.

"Almost." Harry reminded him, making him blush.

"I'll be fine." Zayn said sharply.

"Let's go." He sighed, stepping into his shoes.

"I have a surprise for you in the car." Harry smiled as they walked downstairs.

"Is it food?" Zayn asked.

"No, something you'll use." Harry said, getting the bag he'd packed for Zayn.

"A tablet?" Zayn asked.

Harry looked at him. "....No."

Zayn smiled innocently, hoping his daddy would get him one someday.

"It's for safety." Harry said as they walked out into the driveway.

"I've seen seatbelts." Zayn chuckled, his smile fading when Harry opened the back car door.

"A carseat?" Zayn frowned, wondering where on earth Harry found one that size.

The things that man found on the internet...

"Mhmm. Come here." Harry said after putting the bag in the front seat, reaching to pick Zayn up and put him in.

"No, I don't want to sit in a carseat. I was fine and safe without it." Zayn argued, pushing Harry's hands away.

"I know but you're my baby boy, I need you to be extra protected." Harry said, kissing his forehead.

"But-" Zayn began, a mean look growing on his face when he was picked up and put in it.

"I don't like it. I'm not sitting in it." He said angrily.

Harry tried not to smile at how non-threatening Zayn looked when he was angry.

"It's not so bad. Isn't it comfortable? And look, there's even a cup holder." Harry smiled.

"I don't drink from cups in the car, I like juice boxes in the car." Zayn said in a bratty way, his arms folded.

"Well I packed you a cup with juice. Want to try it out?" Harry asked as he buckled Zayn in.

"Hey! I said I didn't want to sit in this!" Zayn snapped, trying to unbuckle himself.

"Zayn, look, see? Juice." Harry said, quickly handing him the cup.

It was a Spider-Man sippy cup.

Zayn opened his mouth to complain about it, but Harry had kissed his cheek and closed the door before he could start.

Zayn pouted, glaring at the cup a few moments before he shook it a little, beginning to observe it.

He kept that look on his face to make sure Harry knew he was mad, but started drinking his juice.

Because he was thirsty, not because he liked the cup or agreed with it.