chance connection |2| [zarry]

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"Please clean up somewhat before your mum comes," Harry says, picking up Zain's underwear and shaking it in his direction.

"She's not gonna come in here," Zain says, throwing a glance around. "Probably," he adds, because you never knew. It wasn't too bad but it wouldn't be a mistake to put away their dirty laundry.

"Make sure your pants are in the bathroom either way," Harry sighs, throwing the pants in question towards the bathroom and pulling a beanie on, kissing Zain quickly. "I'm gonna run. Love you, lazy."

"You too," Zain says, cupping his cheek and pecking his lips again.

Harry bumps his nose against Zain's cheek, squeezing his arm before pulling the door open, stumbling as he evaded Freddie at the last second.

"Baby," he says, crouching down and poking his sides. "What are you lying around here for?"

Freddie rolls onto his back, squirming away from Harry. "I'm playing," he says, giggling. "We're on a quest!"

"Yea?" Harry asks, blowing a raspberry to his cheek and tickling him, making Freddie shriek. Zain rolls their eyes at them, picking up the discarded clothes from around the room. "But now you've got to get past the tickle monster," Harry growls, pretending to eat Freddie.

"No!" he shrieks, laughing and kicking his legs. "Mummy!" he shrieks, trying to evade Harry without actually trying to get away.

Zain leaves them to it, grabbing the laundry basket from the bathroom and putting their towels in as well, as Freddie's laughter dies down.

"I thought you wanted to go to work?" Zain asks, amused, leaning against the door jam and watching them snuggle on the floor, Harry's eyes huge and soft as he strokes Freddie's back.

"Yea," Harry says, stroking Freddie's hair, too enamoured to care that Freddie was enduring the hug more than anything, growling as he walks his dinosaurs over Harry's chest.

"Come on," Zain says, poking his foot against Harry's leg. "You wanted to be there early."

"Alright," Harry sighs, like it wasn't his idea, kissing Freddie and getting up, dusting off his jeans. "I'll try and be home for tea."

"Have fun," Zain says, watching him rush down the stairs before turning to look at Freddie. "How is it going, monster?"

"Good," Freddie says happily, scooting forward in the direction of Louis's room. "We won against the monster."

"That's great," Zain says. "I'll be downstairs a bit."

"Kay," Freddie says disinterestedly.

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"Why are you so jittery, Saf?" Zain asks, meeting her eye through the rear view mirror. Freddie is humming to himself, not paying attention as he reads his book, or at least pretends to.

She looks at him like he's a bit dumb, which he's used to from Doniya and especially Waliyah, but has started happening more often with her as well. He misses the time when she was a baby and he could do no wrong.

"What?" he asks, turning into their street.

"Zain," Safaa says in an almost whisper. "Your boyfriend is Harry Styles and I'm gonna be staying at his house."