If You Stay » Zarry Kid Fic ✔

Part 15

Over the next two months, Zayn broke his weekly routine of coming only on Saturdays. He started coming on Thursdays again and Harry convinced him that he should stay on weeknights too. Zayn agreed because well, it meant the three of them would be together. Something he now knew he loved much better than being alone.

Over the course of the time, Zayn managed to have a space in Harry's closet just for him. He no longer kept his things in a box either, but in their necessary places. Like his toothbrush and his pajamas, though his pajamas were rarely used when he stayed there. On weekdays when he stayed, he'd see them at night and he'd fall asleep next to Harry. Then in the morning he'd get up and scurry off to work before anyone even got up.

Harry and Liam often spent time over at Zayn's apartment as well, and eventually they came to have a little space in his closets there, too. Zayn wasn't very worried about getting a toddler bed for Liam since this wasn't even his permanent home, so he slept in the queen bed in guestroom. He didn't seem to mind having a bigger bed.

Harry of course, slept in the same bed as Zayn, something he was always looking forward to doing when a long day ended. The only downside was that he worked from home so he couldn't miss too many days from home. But days when he took off, he had more time to spend with Zayn and just enjoy having someone. Days like tonight.

"Pa." Liam said, standing up from under the covers while Zayn put the book away that he had just read to him.

"What?"

He pointed to a box of toys in the corner, something Zayn suggested they put there to keep Liam from getting bored. "Play with toys."

"Not tonight. It's time to sleep."

"Pa."

"What?"

"No sleep."

"Yes sleep. You have to lay down Liam. Beddie bye time."

"Beddie bye?"

"Yep. Lay down little munchkin."

Liam plopped down and lay down on his back, letting Zayn tuck him underneath the covers again.

"Give me a kiss." Zayn lowered his head and turned his cheek. When Liam gave him a quick one, he kissed Liam's cheek in return. "Goodnight. Sleep tight." And he turned the light out in the room, pulled the door up a little and went down the hallway.

He returned to the living room where unlike himself, who was in a T-shirt and joggers, Harry was stretched out on the couch in his underwear and a T-shirt. Zayn was used to seeing this sight by now. It didn't bother him.

"Are you going to drink some of that wine with me tonight?"

"I guess I'll have a glass."

"Are you sure? 'Cause I'm not going to open it if you won't drink it."

"Yeah, babe. Go get it."

Harry smiled to himself as Zayn left the living room and went for the kitchen. He was thinking about how lucky he was to have him, how lucky he was to have someone period. He was well aware that with the kind of lifestyle he lived beforehand, he probably more than likely didn't deserve someone else's care and attention. But here Zayn was, going out of his way to do those things. Harry couldn't explain how grateful he was to have someone like him.

A few minutes later, Zayn came back into the living room holding two glasses ¾ full.

Harry sat up and took one from him. "Thanks."

Zayn sat down on the couch next to him but when he saw Harry looking at the glass questionably, he raised his eyebrows. "What's wrong? Why are you looking at it like I poisoned it or something?"