Idiotic Mistakes (Zarry Mpreg)

Its You...

Zayn was currently laying down, his hands tracing back and forth over his bump with one of Harry's many toy cars (he liked to collect them!). Because for some reason the baby seemed to really enjoy the sensation. Zayn hasn't felt him move this much since Harry sang to him. Alfie was always chill, except from when Zayn needed sleep or a piss. That's when he liked to step it up a gear. He wasn't expecting Harry back so early so when he heard the door slam shut he just assumed Gemma was going out to her boyfriends or something.  He just wasn't expecting Harry to barge into their room, completely out of breath and sweating.

"Fuck!" He screeched, instantly throwing the toy car at Harry.

The small object hitting him smack bang in the middle of his forehead.
"Ow! What the fuck Z!" Harry cried out.

"Ya' scared the absolute piss out of me!" Zayn screeched standing up.

"Well sorry! But did you have to hurt me?!" Harry shouted back pouting.

"It was a reflex!" Zayn stated, rushing over to check the boys head.

There was a small red mark and bump. But I wasn't anything too bad, it'd be gone by morning. Harry was just far too dramatic when it came to injury.

"It's fine, no blood or anything right?" Harry asked anxiously.

"Nope! You're such a pansy!" The pregnant teen chuckled.

"M' not! I just hate blood!" Harry stressed.

"Well there is no blood! But seriously god help you when I give birth Haz." Zayn sighed , moving to lay back down on the bed. "Why're you back so soon?"

"E-erm Madison sort of asked me to go home..." He said awkwardly scratched the back of his neck.

"She what?! What the hell did ya' do?!" Zayn gasped sitting up.

"N-nothin' I just- i might of spoke a bit too much..." The older boy trailed off.

"Talked too much in what way Harold?" Zayn groaned.

"I-in the about you ... way." Harry whispered.

Zayn paused, his eyebrows raising in shock as he tried his best to focus in on what Harry had just revealed.

"S-so you just spent an entire date talking about me- the lad who's in love with you..." Zayn double checked.

"Y-Yep I did-but for a reason..." Harry explained.

"O-oh! And what reason was that?" Zayn chuckled in confusion.

"I-its you... and I just-" Harry paused stuttering over his words.

"You what? Haz?" Zayn questioned.

"C-can I sing to you?" The older lad requested.

"S-sure." Zayn stammered in shock.

"O-okay, I just can't figure out how else to say this..." He breathed. His fingers shaking slightly as he picked up his guitar. A soft tune playing out ... he only need to sing this one song and he knew his message would get across.

Zayn sat watching , a soft smile slipping across his features. He loved seeing Harry like this , so in his element. So in control and at peace ... he just yeah it was amazing to watch.

"Your hand fits in mine like it's made just for me
But bear this mind it was meant to be
And I'm joining up the dots with the freckles on your cheeks
And it all makes sense to me..." Harry's voice sang , the rasp sending tingles throughout Zayn's body.

He just loved how unaware Harry was of himself. The boy truly didn't understand how good he actually was...

"I know you've never loved the crinkles by your eyes when you smile
You've never loved your stomach or your thighs
The dimples in your back at the bottom of your spine
But I'll love them endlessly..."