Much to Harry's displeasure he called Zayn a few days later and explained the situation to him, telling him about Luca expressing a want to see him again and how many times over the last seventy-two hours that the toddler has mentioned that he loved papa or wanted to show him a drawing.
It was an understatement to say that Zayn was shocked, he had no idea that Luca could form such an attachment to him that quickly - especially since they've only met once, but Luca was extremely talkative and constantly wanted Zayn to carry him places, even if that place was two feet across the room.
They arranged for Luca to stay with Zayn during the day while Harry went to work, and Harry might of gone overboard with packing Luca a day bag because the small duffle contained countless outfits choices, pull-ups incase Luca was overwhelmed and had an accident, the toddlers drawing supplies, numbing medication incase Luca randomly started teething, baby paracetamol and a list of emergency phone numbers for every possible accident a toddler could have - from poison control to Luca's pediatrician.
"Seriously," Harry groaned as he dug around the stuffed duffle and huffed out a disappointed breath as he looked towards Luca who was currently sat quietly on Zayn's white couch "I forgot your snacks, maybe I can run pick you up something and drop it off before I'm late."
Zayn came from the kitchen and set down a bowl of grapes beside Luca, "I think he'll be fine Harry. I've got plenty of food here and look," he smiled as he watched Luca dig through the bowl and stuff his mouth with an obnoxious amount of green grapes. "I think he likes the grapes."
"Nummy, daddy." Luca mumbled, nodding his head as he finished chewing his food and then reached for more grapes.
"See, he's fine." Zayn pointed out, gently nudging Harry in the direction of the front door.
Harry pulled his arm away from Zayn, giving him a dirty look. "Stop it, I'm not entirely comfortable with him staying with you today so don't shove me out or I'll take him with me." He warned in a hushed tone, not wanting to cause alarm in the toddler.
"I've got this and even if I don't, you've left enough phone numbers so go to work." Zayn tried again, keeping his voice a low murmur.
Harry bit his bottom lip, looking towards Luca and watched him intently arrange the remaining fruit in the bowl. "Alright, but I'll probably call nonstop to make sure he's still okay so please don't put your phone on airplane mode or anything." He ran his slightly sweaty palms down the front of his scrubs, "Luca can I have a hug and a kiss before I go please?"
Luca nodded, setting down the handfuls of grapes he had and slid down from the couch. "Bye daddy, I be good - love you." He assured as he kissed each of Harry's cheeks, giving him a big hug afterwards and then went back on the couch as he started eating his grapes.
"Is he always like that?" Zayn commented.
Harry looked towards him, slightly annoyed by the whole situation but this was for Luca's benefit. "Spend the day with him and find out for yourself," he shrugged. "I'll be back a little after six to get him, you can ask if he'll want dinner before then but he probably won't eat anything because he knows I always make him dinner."
"Then why did you even mention it if you knew he wouldn't?" Zayn smiled, finding amusement in his words.
He rolled his eyes, "I'm not even going to respond to that but I'll see you tonight, keep your phone on please." Harry brushed past him, "Bye bug, I'll see you later."
Luca waved his hand goodbye because his mouth was stuffed to the max with grapes.
Zayn walked Harry out and then went back to the living room, silently watching the toddler briefly examine each grape before he popped it into his mouth. "Why are you doing that, why don't you just eat them?"
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Baby Luca « Zarry
FanfictionHarry is your average dental hygienist, he goes to work each morning and gets off around six o'clock. Only he doesn't go home to an empty flat like a normal twenty year old, Harry stops and picks up his (almost) four year old son from the sitters an...