Irresistible [A Zarry Fanfiction].

Chapter Fifty Three

“Ooo I need to write to Santa! I need to make sure he knows I want a big, pink limo.” Safaa quickly gasped, which made Harry laugh even more.

“Write, we’re all going to need paper and some pens, then!” Harry said excitedly, and Zayn couldn’t help but smile as he watched Harry stand up, bringing Waliyha up with him, with Waliyha holding the Macbook in her hands strongly. She let out a laugh as they both disappeared, before re-entering a few moments later, Harry holding a bunch of paper and a small blue pencil case in his hands. Zayn had finished off the tacos, and now being excited to write a letter to ‘Santa’, he went and put his plate into the kitchen. When he got back to the living room, he saw Harry and Waliyha look up at him quickly, before Harry whispered ‘we’ll sort it out later’ to her, which made Zayn curious.

“Right, let’s get writing.” Zayn chuckled, before the four of them all sat on the floor and laughed and chatted as they wrote out their letters.

A little while later, they had all finished their letter, and had placed them on the mantle place next to a plate of cookies and a glass of milk. There were four letters on the mantle, and Zayn couldn’t help but give a little laugh at them all. Safaa had asked for a pink limo, and had even drawn one out. Waliyha had drawn a million and one cats and kittens on her letter, before asking Santa for a cat in her best handwriting. Harry had asked for a black range rover in his letter, which had made Zayn laugh. There seemed to be some sort of car theme this year, so he broke away from that, and asked ‘Santa’ for a new varsity jacket and a pair of supras. He knew he wouldn’t get them though; he was going to have to stick to his old, worn ones.

Safaa gave another yawn as she laid out curled up in Zayn’s arms. He looked down at her with a smirk.

“Tired yet?” He asked her, this being another Christmas tradition. He would keep asking the girls if they were tired, and even though they would be getting tired, they’d lie and say they weren’t.

“Nope!” Safaa said loudly, popping the ‘p’. But, she was washed and ready for bed in her pink onsie, cuddled up to Zayn’s body with tired eyes, and he knew she wouldn’t last very long. Waliyha was just about ready for bed too, although she probably wasn’t as tired as Safaa was since she was older.

“Well, you’re going to bed in ten minutes anyway, so you better start getting tired, squirt.” Zayn chuckled, bringing her tiny body closer to his and cradling her like a baby. She was his baby really, his big, gobby little baby. He looked to Harry who was next to him, staring at him with those sparkly green eyes. Zayn smiled back and Harry blushed and looked away now he had been caught. Waliyha was cuddled up to Harry as they watched the end of a Christmas film that the girls’ had wanted to watch. Soon, the girls would be in bed, and Zayn could just snuggle up to Harry all evening. He couldn’t wait. He felt Harry’s hand secretly slip into his, and they held hands for the last remaining minutes of the film.

Eventually the film ended, and Safaa gave a groan when Zayn told the girls that it was ten o’clock, and their bedtime.

“But Zayn!” Safaa moaned, and Zayn chuckled and shook his head.

“Don’t even start the buts, Santa won’t come if you aren’t fast asleep and tucked up in your bed, will he?” Zayn chuckled, before he stood up from the sofa, his youngest sister still in his arms. Safaa rolled her eyes and sighed, folding her arms as Zayn carried her up the stairs like a baby. She wouldn’t be his baby soon enough, once the other baby arrived and would be Zayn’s next big responsibility. He couldn’t help but admit how much he was dreading it.

“He might!” Safaa tried to argue and Zayn shook his head.

“Nope, he dropped me a text and specifically said ‘make sure Safaa and Waliyha are fast asleep, I want my favourite girls to get some rest!’” Zayn replied as he walked into Harry’s spare bedroom, switching the light on as he did so.