Heaven Couldn't Wait For You «Zarry AU»

Month 3

~WEEK 10~

Zayn was out, buying things for the nursery. They were going to start decorating soon. He’d left while Harry was asleep, and Harry had woken up to a note telling him he’d be back soon. Harry had passed about an hour doing a little baby research, and found out that the baby may be able to hear him. So, he went and stood in front of the body mirror in their bathroom and held his shirtless stomach.

“Hi, little one. You haven’t grown enough to where I can see you, but I know you’re in there, and I wanted you to know, that I love you more than I love anything in the world. Except for maybe your daddy… Is that bad to say?” Harry shook his head at himself. “Well, I’m not even sure if you can hear me in there, but I just want you to know, that we love you so much and have been waiting on you for a long time. I can’t wait to meet you,” Harry said, smiling. “And I know your daddy is just as eager.”

Harry jumped a little when he saw Zayn behind him in the mirror. “I don’t even know if the baby can hear me right now,” he said, blushing as his future husband wrapped him in his arms from behind.

“Well, whether it can or not, I wanna talk, too.” Zayn led Harry to the bed, lying him down gently. He cuddled up close to his stomach, rubbing gently. “Hi, gorgeous. God, I really hope you look like your father, because then you’ll be the most beautiful little angel in the world, though you already will be. I’m gonna make sure you’re the most spoiled baby ever, as will your father and grandmas and aunts and uncles. So many people already love you and are waiting for you. You’re gonna be the best thing to happen to all of us,” he whispered, kissing Harry’s little stomach. “Between you and your dad, I’m gonna be the happiest person in the world, you’re both so important to me.”

Harry wiped his face, smiling dopily at Zayn talking to his torso. “I love you, Zee.”

“I love you more, Haz, and our angel, too.”

 

~WEEK 11~

“Zayn,” Harry groaned pitifully from the bathroom floor. It was eleven at night and Harry had been sitting here, leaning against the wall and occasionally throwing up for a few hours.

Zayn walked into the bathroom, looking down at his fiance sadly. Harry had made him leave the bathroom so many times, and told him not to come back unless Harry called him. “You think you’re done now, love?”

Harry nodded his head, pouting. “The internet said I shouldn’t be having morning sickness already. And it isn’t even morning, so what the hell!” Harry was venting, but calmed down when Zayn pulled him in closely.

“Calm down, love. I’m sure it’s just an early onslaught. You’ll be fine,” Zayn tried to comfort.

Shaking his head, Harry sighed. “I feel like something is wrong, Zee, this isn’t normal.” Harry had been getting violently sick for a few days now, and this was a weird feeling.

“If you don’t feel better in a few days, we’ll go see Dr. Tillman and see what’s going on, yeah?” Zayn smiled, kissing Harry’s forehead when he agreed. “Alright, come on now, let’s get you rested up.” Zayn led Harry to their bedroom, lying down beside him.

For the first time since he’d found out about the pregnancy, Harry was the one afraid.

 

~WEEK 12~

It was the next week, and Harry was still feeling like shit, so they were sitting in a room waiting for Dr. Tillman to come back with the results of a few tests he’d made Harry take.

Harry was shaking, and Zayn’s foot was constantly tapping nervously. Tillman had seemed a little weird and confused when he’d left, though he’d said everything should be fine.

“Harry, can you lay down for me, I need to do one more thing,” the Doctor said, coming back into the room with a deep frown on his face. When Harry laid down, Dr. Tillman felt around his stomach with his fingers, then the stethescope. “Shit,” he murmured.”

The wheels on the bed were unlocked and Tillman began rolling Harry down the corridor and into a room with big machines everywhere, Zayn following closely. Finally, the doctor spoke. “This is the x-ray room, I’m gonna scan you, full body, and see about something.”

Harry quickly looked to Zayn, eyes wide with worry. “Relax, love, let Dr. Tillman check on you, I’m here, it’s fine.”

Thirty minutes later, Zayn and Harry were sitting back in the room, waiting for the doctor to come back from inspecting the x-rays. Both were quiet, to nervous to do anything more than hold hands.

Dr. Tillman walked into the room, rubbing his face. He looked tired, and he wasn’t smiling like he usually was. He hadn’t been all day. “Harry, I’m gonna prep you for surgery.” He sat down in his chair, sighing heavily, and explained what was happening.

Zayn and Harry broke down crying, their entire worlds had just been shattered with a simple sentence.

“Your baby didn’t make it, you’ve had a miscarriage.”

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A/N: dedication to ZarryFuuckMe (i think that's right) (maybe not) (sorry)