Idiotic Mistakes (Zarry Mpreg)

We are both idiots...

It's three days later when Zayn finally hears back from the Doctors office. He'd been trying repeatedly to get an appointment. They kept stating how he was only just sixteen and was he sure he didn't need parental assistance. Of course he was sure! There was no way In hell his mum was finding out about this!

The appointment is this coming Wednesday meaning he had only two and a bit days to tell his baby daddy. Harry had also been non-stop blowing up his phone. The worry etched in his voice that day when Zayn finally answered was adorable. It proved that deep down there was something more between them.

Its a shame that was all about to end. There is no way Harry will stick with him now. Who could blame him? Who wants a child at seventeen! No one! Yet here Zayn was forcing a baby on him that he probably won't even want.

But there is no way he could go through with an abortion... it was too much. The thought of spending the rest of his life thinking about what he could of had knocks him sick.

"So, you going to tell him today?" Leigh asked him as he sat down in his seat next to her.

"Yep, that's the plan. Got the test in my pocket as evidence if needed." Zayn explained.

"I'm sure it'll be fine... scary but fine." Leigh-Anne reassured.

Both of them shutting up as the lesson began. The positive pregnancy test burning a hole in his back pocket , he hated the stupid thing with a passion!
He would have to wait until lunch to catch Harry and take him to one side. It was the only way any of the others would be distracted...

He couldn't decided whether or not to tell Niall, after all it was him who figured this whole thing out. But he figured it was better to wait until Harry knew. It was only fair that the father of the baby know before everyone else... Leigh-Anne already knew and he was almost certain that would upset Harry.

Lunch time came around quickly, their group meeting up at their usual spot just outside the doors on the wooden rusted bench. Some heading back in to grab food whilst the others laughed and joked with a cigarette in hand.

"Hey Haz, can I grab you for a minute?" Zayn asked , finally managing to find his voice.

"Me?" Harry asked in confusion.

"Yes you, know anyone else called Haz?" Zayn said rolling his eyes.

Harry raised his hands in defence , making sure to stump his cigarette out before following after Zayn.

"Woah, slow down moody arse. What's up with 'ya?" The curly haired lad snapped.

"N-nothin, I'm sorry." Zayn said shaking his head as they sat down.

"It's fine, but come on man, it's clearly something." Harry pressed.

God he looked so good today. A nice green and yellow T-shirt on with his usual blue jeans and Chelsea style boots... clinging to every inch of his body.

He needed to do this, he had to tell him... he couldn't go to this appointment alone. Harry needed-no he HAD to be there.

"I-I-just I don't know where to start.." He replied, tears welling up instantly.

Stupid hormones!

"W-with what?" Harry asked anxiously.

"I-I'm , god I'm so sorry Haz." Zayn whimpered.

"Z, what? What is it?" The older lad panicked , hugging Zayn close.

"T-this.. this is what's wrong." Zayn mumbled, pulling out the test and placing it on his thigh.