Our Love Was Made For Movie Screens

Two Years Later.

"Zayn!" Harry almost shrieks, closing the apartment door behind him, staring at the mess on the living room floor.

Zayn doesn't look at him, deliberately busies himself and smiles rather dopily, hiding his face.

Harry's about to scold him again when he feels tiny hands tugging at his pants. Harry knows what's coming, so he closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, resolving to not give in, not this time.

He glances down to find a pair of wide eyes staring back at him,
"Dadda it's not Baba's fault."

Harry squints, "I really think it is."

Aayan immediately shakes his head to prove his point, a few curls stray away and get into his wide eyes.

It startles Harry sometimes, how Aayan looks so much like them, how he finds bits and pieces of Zayn and his ticks in Aayan, how Aayan observes them so closely and follows their habits religiously. 
He has to briefly remind himself again, to not melt at the sight.

Harry bites at his lower lip and sits on his toes to get on level with Aayan, gently sweeping his hair back,
"No Aayan, don't try to take Baba's side okay. I know it was his idea."  Harry shoots a playful glare at Zayn, who sheepishly blushes in return.

But Aayan is quick to reach out and hold Harry's face in his tiny hands, patting at his cheeks gently, "It's not! I promise." Aayan sends him a smile, a shy one, trying to make up for the mess. 

Harry presses his lips into a tight line, already tempted to smile at his baby, but he holds himself back and pretends to contemplate the situation.

Aayan senses the delay and pats his cheek once more, "Dadda don't be mad, please. We're sorry.", he carefully eyes Harry, gauging his reaction.

It's always an amusing sight, every single time, to watch Aayan deal with situations like these, to watch how sensible he is, how brilliant he already is at understanding emotions and feelings.

Harry believes a major part of it comes from Zayn. Aayan absolutely adores Zayn and Harry's positive that it's his affection towards Zayn that makes him so understanding.

~

Harry had known, the first time they saw Aayan, he knew Aayan would be a wonderful kid.

He had known Aayan would grow up to be a beautiful human and so had Zayn, because Harry had seen him grinning, really wide, at the sight of a three year old Aayan, through the glass wall of the nursery.

Later that night, Zayn had cried a little, at the final decision of adopting Aayan and it wasn't long until Harry had joined in, not being able to keep himself together because it was perfect, they were perfect.

He had (embarrassingly) cried alot, face hidden into Zayn's neck, telling him how happy he was, how he had wanted this for so long and expected Zayn to freak out at his sudden emotional turbulence but Zayn had dipped down and kissed him, so gentle and so soft that Harry almost lost his breath.

They had kissed and kissed, nothing rushed and erratic about it, rather slow and settling, every brush of Zayn's lips against his pouring relief into his chest until he could finally breathe. They had kissed until their lips were raw and red,
an amazing shade of love, Harry had thought while tracing Zayn's bottom lip with his thumb.

~

Harry pretends to think about it and Aayan quickly rises on his toes to kiss his nose, "Dadda please?"