Summer Secrets (Zarry Mpreg)

Part 4 - Summer 15: Week 4✨

Today was Zayn's tenth lesson from Harry in the art of swimming and honestly he thought he was smashing it! Not many people with a fear of water could say they managed to tackle it in the space of six short weeks! He was absolutely over the moon.

"You ready to get in?" Harry smiled happily, sinking into the pool as he spoke.

"Absolutely, let's make this the last lesson! I'm determined to swim by the time the others get here next week!" Zayn chirped.

"That's the spirit baby!"

Zayn chuckled , slowly walking down the steps of the pool and entering the water. Not a single drop of fear filling him for once. It felt nice to just chill .. to feel free within the water rather than like he was drowning. "What's the plan then coach?!"

"Very funny ... it's coach Styles boy! And the plan is to get you swimming the full length of this pool!"

"Wait you're serious?" Zayn blanked.

"Absolutely, I truly believe you can do it baby, you just have to believe in yourself." Harry stated.

"I-ok." The younger lad agreed hesitantly.

Harry smiled proudly at the lad, carefully swimming over so he could kiss Zayn gently on his lips.
"You got this! Right I'll start , you just follow behind yeah? If at any point you feel as though you're panicking grab my foot." He told him.

The two of them slowly began to swim. It was one of those moments where the pool looked triple its size and honestly Zayn could already feel his exhaustion. But of course he wasn't going to allow something like that prevent him from accomplishing his goal.
Zayn had found that swimming using the breast stroke was probably his best. So he decided to do what he knew . The more he focused on what he was doing the less he noticed the water getting deeper and deeper below him. He knew by now that stopping was not the answer, he had to keep going.

If he kept going there was less chance of him panicking and slipping under. Yes Harry kicking water in his eyes was ridiculously irritating but in some ways he was grateful for the distraction.
It may have taken him fifteen, almost sixteen years to get to this point but he was beyond proud of himself for somehow managing to push himself. Though he supposed all credit was to Harry. That boy gave him enough confidence to believe he could do anything he set his mind to.

He really loved him.

Without even realising, somehow, at some point he must of finished the length because he was suddenly jumping out of his skin as he smashed into contact with Harry. "SHIT HAZ!" He screeched.

Harry seemed shocked at the outburst but he couldn't help but let the laugh slip past his lips.
"What?! I'm innocent here ya' wasn't paying attention that's not on me Malik!"

"Yes it is! You could of snapped me out of it!" Zayn grumbled.

"But I had , you wouldn't be ranting right now and you wouldn't be floating in the deep end." Harry smirked.

And wow , once again Harry was right in his argument. Zayn hadn't done this before he'd always clung onto Harry for dare life when they entered the deep end but here he was! He was doing it alone!

"Wow look at little me Ay! Doing it all by my little self." He chuckled in amusement.

"You are! I'm so proud! God proudest moment of my entire sixteen years!" Harry cheered.

"You're such a weirdo! Knock it off!" Zayn squealed splashing him. "God I love you."

Harry stopped his laughter at that, allowing a wide smile to stretch across his features.
"I love you more."