Idiotic Mistakes (Zarry Mpreg)

Alfie Leigh James Styles..

"I-okay...should I get my mum?" Harry stammered, pressing his hand to Zayn's back gently.

"N-not yet, let her sleep." Zayn refused, hands pressing down on his bump.

"A-are you okay?" The older teen asked , he was slightly freaking out. But he couldn't let that show. Zayn needed him to remain calm.

"I'm good Haz, but I won't be in a few minutes so be ready with that timer." The younger lad replied.

Harry nodded, pressing a kiss into Zayn's hair as he inhaled his scent. He always loved how Zayn would constantly smell of coconut and pineapple. It was tropical and suited his personality. As weird as that sounded... Harry thought into things like that. It was one of his many quirks.

Zayn meanwhile, just closed his eyes, he was absolutely exhausted and he was only five hours in. He was well aware that the best thing for him to do right now was to sleep. But he couldn't, he was shitting himself and the in coming pains where a lot to deal with.
"M' so tired." He muttered.

"I'm sorry babe." Harry sighed.

"It's not your fault." Zayn whispered smiling sadly.

"S-sort of is ... I got you pregnant." Harry snorted.

"Takes two to tango remember?" The pregnant lad smirked.

"True, but I still feel guilty. I got fun out of it and you get pain." Harry admitted.

Zayn opened his mouth to reply, but before he could another pain hit . It knocked the breath out of him once more and he couldn't help the whimper that left his mouth. One hand shooting up off his stomach blindly searching for Harry's.

"Ow ow ow." He uttered, choking on his breaths .

Harry immediately jumped into action, pressing the button on the timer Zayn had previously set up.

"Shhhh it's okay, breathe Z. In and out remember?" He soothed, immediately grabbing onto Zayn's searching hand.

Zayn only cried out softly, clinging onto Harry's hand as he began to breathe in and out. Trying to keep a steady rhythm as the contraction slowly eased off.

"P-pain is right... yeah I get pain." He croaked, slowly opening his eyes.

Harry could only chuckle sadly, squeezing his hand as he pulled him in close. He was going to hate this. Seeing the boy he loved so much in pain was something he didn't want to witness.

"I love you so much." The curly haired lad mumbled softly.

"I love you more." Zayn replied, turning his head to kiss his lips.

"That was seventeen minutes after your last Z, not twenty." Harry informed him.

"Yay, what an improvement." Zayn muttered sarcastically.

"I-I'm just saying..." Harry said anxiously.

Zayn sighed, he was just tired and taking it out on Harry. He didn't mean it, he was going to be begging for Harry in a matter of minutes.
"M' sorry babe."

"No it's fine, I'm just scared and I don't know how to help." Harry responded.

"By being here, holding me." Zayn told him.

"Yeah?" The older lad checked.

"Yes, please just keep close." The pregnant teen begged.

"I will, I'm not going anywhere." Harry promised him gently.

Zayn nodded, moving so that he was laying with his head in Harry's lap. He was going to at least try and catch some sleep. He really needed his energy. "I need to try and sleep."