Titanic: Zarry Stylik

30-childish

Harry works a sewing machine with a cigarette burning beside him. Jennifer stands beside him holding a stuffed Giraffe and a list, which she reads.

"I’m going to take my doll carriage
and my bear and my three Easter
rabbits and my giraffe and all my
dolls and my doll house."

"I thought maybe we’d give the dollhouse to Madeline."

"No! I don’t want to give it to Madeline."

Harry has to stop to re-thread and he’s losing patience.
"I already explained to you, the big things are going to be hard to pack."

Zayn lowers his book. He recognizes his tone.

"But Madeline can have my bear and my Easter rabbits–"

"No! Just the big things. Look. Wouldn’t you rather go outside and play with Michael."

"I don’t feel like it."

"You’ve been inside all day."

"I don’t feel like it!"

"Well, I don’t feel like explaining
everything fifteen times to somebody who’s too bored and silly to listen!"

Jennifer turns and runs up the stairs, upset.
Harry lets out a defeated sigh. He turns to the kitchen to see to the supper. Steam rises from the vegetables.
Zayn stands in the entrance silently watching for a moment.

"What’s the matter?"

"Nothing." He carries a pot of steaming, overcooked vegetables to the sink, slops them into a colander.

"I don’t believe you. Did something happen today or what?"

"Nothing happened today that I haven’t known about for days and days."

"What?"

"Oh God, Zayn, please don’t look so dense. Do you mean you haven’t guessed or anything?"

"What are you talking about?"
He finally stops and looks at him.

"I’m pregnant, that’s all."
Beat as he absorbs it. He’s totally blind-sided.

"What...? Jesus."
He comes over to him.

"Oh, Zayn, I meant to wait until dinner to tell you, but I just - well, I’ve been pretty sure all week and today I went to the Doctor and now I can’t even pretend it’s
not true."

"Jesus... How long?"

"Ten weeks."

"You didn’t say anything."

"I thought... Oh, I don’t know what I thought."
He stares, still unsure how he feels.

"I’m sorry, Zayn. I’m so sorry."

"I know you are."
He looks at him, with slight desperation.

"We don’t have to let this stop us. There are things we can do. Remember that girl at school I told you about...? As long as you do it before 12 weeks, it’s fine."
Zayn just looks at him and his silence makes him desperate.

"We’ve got to be together in this,
Zayn. Otherwise nothing’s going to make any sense."

"Okay. We’ll figure it out."
He takes him in his arms.

"12 weeks. So we have time." Slowly, he smiles.

"I love you Zayn"

"...I love you too."

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A baking hot day. The sky is electric blue. Xander, Perrie, Zayn, and Harry sit in beach chairs.
A child wrapped in a towel sleeps on Perrie’s lap.
Harry wears a pair of dark glasses, behind which he is thinking, thinking.