Tattoos (Completed)

Chapter 8

Harry's P.O.V.

It had been a few months since Devon and I became engaged. We've done a lot of wedding planning recently, getting help from my mum, Gemma, Devon's brother and occasionally his wife when she wasn't busy with their son, Oliver.

Our wedding was still about nine months away, and we had a ton of planning to do. But, everything was absolutely perfect and in order. Little did I know that was all about to change.

I walked into Devon and I's shared house, but saw no sign of Devon anywhere. I looked in our room, in the kitchen, living room, basement, even outback, but nothing. I finally saw the bathroom light on, and knocked on the door.
"Babe? You in there?", I ask. I hear sniffling on the other side and movement before a response.
"Y-yeah, I'll be out I-in a minute", Devon says, her voice cracking. I furrow my eyebrows in concern.
"Dev, what's wrong? Are you ok?", I ask.
"I'm f-fine", she says. I know she's lying.
"I'm coming in", I say. Before she has any time to protest, I open the door and walk in.

My I see her sitting on the toilet seat, her head down and she's sniffling. She's looking at something in her hand. I look more closely at it before registering what it is. I quickly rush over to her and kneel in front of her.
"W-what does it say?", I ask, swallowing hard. She sniffles before handing it to me. I take the test in my shaky hand, looking down at it. Positive.

My heart stops for a second. A baby. I look back up at Devon, setting the test aside as I made her look up at me.
"Love, it's ok. We're gonna be ok. This is what we've always wanted, yeah? Even its not the best time, everything will be perfect, lovely. I promise", I say. She smiles slightly, looking up at me.
"Really?", She asks, her eyes all puffy and red from crying.
"Yes, babe. I'm going to go out for a bit, just to think. But don't worry, I'm not leaving you. I would never leave you", I say. She nods, before I stand up and place a kiss to her forehead, walking out of the bathroom and standing by the door.
"I'll be back soon, love. Keep that little one safe", I say. She smiles, nodding. I walk back out of the house, and immediately text the first person that comes to mind.
'Hey, are you busy? I know you're in town and I need someone to talk to. Meet me at the corner coffee shop in twenty?', I text. I soon get a reply. 'Yeah, I'll be there. Of course', It read.

I quickly made my way to the coffee shop, ordering myself a drink and something I knew he'd like since he always got it. I took a seat at a table and waited for the person to arrive. I checked my phone and saw he only had two minutes left. Would he even show up? Was he really coming? Before I knew it, the bell on the door of the shop rang, signaling someone had walked in. I looked up, and there he's was in all his glory. Zayn.

His eyes scanned the shop before he immediately spotted me, making his way over. I stood up and hugged him.
"I came as quickly as I could. Is everything ok?", Zayn asks, taking a seat across from me. I let out a breath.
"Yeah I just, I needed someone to talk to", I say.
"And you've always been the best listener, and always know what to say, so I figured I'd ask you", I continue. Zayn furrows his eyebrows.
"Of course, what's going on Haz?", Zayn asks. I take a deep breath before answering.
"I uh, I-I'm going to be a father", I say.

Zayn's mouth drops open, his eyes wide.
"Y-You're what?", He asks.
"I'm going to be a dad", I repeat. Zayn looks shocked, trying to grasp what I had just said.
"When did this happen?", He asks.
"About a half an hour ago. Devon told me when I got home, she's really upset about it, she must think I'm mad about it", I say. Zayn nods, taking a sip of his coffee.
"Are you? Mad, about it?", He asks. I look down at my fingers, some of my rings clinking together. I shake my head.
"I'm just...scared", I say.

Zayn's face softens.
"Aw mate, why are you scared? You've always wanted this!", He says, trying to comfort me.
"I know I have. It's just, we're so young. Im afraid I won't be there for them. What if I'm a terrible father? What if the baby hates me? There's so many questions Zayn! I don't think I'm ready for this!", I say, my breathing getting heavy. Zayn puts a hand on my shoulder.
"Calm down, Harry. Everything will be fine. So what if you're young? You took care of Lux when you were sixteen! Louis and Liam are both young and doing just fine. The baby obviously isn't going to hate you, you're their father. So what if you're not always there with them? Devon knew at some point that's going to happen occasionally. You're a world wide known singer, you're obviously going to be gone sometimes. Plus, you're working on acting now, and of course you're going to have questions. Everyone does, you're a first time parent. It's going to be hard", Zayn says.