The Bro Code ✔️ Zarry

Code 5 🖋 Spaces Between Us

"I told them the truth after you left for Bradford. Dad got mad at me. Saying that I broke the code. That I shouldn't have let you do that to me. That we're brothers. Dad never talked to me for months. But when we discovered I'm pregnant, he forgave me. That's the reason why mom kept on coming to you. I explained to them what really happened."

"She tried to convince you to come back home, but you refused. Saying you loathed me so much. That you hate me so much you don't want to see me." Harry's voice cracked as he wiped his tears on his face. Zayn soothes him, gently rubbing his back.

Zayn's heart sank on what Harry stated. Harry experienced all of that at a young age because of him. And he didn't know. He couldn't do anything about it.

"Shh, don't cry, beb. It's bad for you and the baby." Zayn caressed his cheeks then rubbed his small baby bump.

"The family kept it hidden. They don't know about Jaireh. They kept me inside the mansion until I gave birth to him. And when I graduated high school, I worked in the bakery while studying college. Mom and I took care of him."

"But before I graduated from college, Jaireh and I moved in here. Dad helped me get my job. That's how we lived." Harry continued, sniffing and sobbing. He can't control his emotion as he remembers all the struggles he had after that night.

"I don't have all the right words to say, Harry. I don't know what to say. But, I want to do this right. I have done so much for you to take. Let me, Harry. I promise you, I'll take care of you and our kids."

Harry pulled away from Zayn's arms, wiping his tears with his knuckles. "I don't think so, Zayn. I don't know."

He got up and fixed his clothes, Zayn held his hand and looked up at him pleadingly.

"Harry, please. Give me a chance. Let me do those things being a father." He mumbled.

"Of course, I'd give you a chance to become a father.", Harry answered hesitantly, pulling his hand away from Zayn, shaking.

"Would you give me a chance for you, too?" Zayn stood up, staring deeply in Harry's eyes. Hoping that he'll give him a chance.

For the past few months, Zayn felt empty and unhappy, and now he already knows why.

Harry wants to get lost with that golden eyes. He wants to lean in. But when he remembers all the pain he caused him, he just can't. Not now.

"I, I can't. I--"

"Dad? I can't find Mr. Bubbles. Where did you put him?" Jaireh comes into view, pouting sadly. Harry quickly pulled away from Zayn.

"I know where. Let's go get him, bub." Harry avoided Zayn's gaze and followed his son in his bedroom. Zayn followed them.

Watching Harry putting Jaireh on his bed and giving him a baby blue teddy bear. Pulling the sheets over the kid's body.

Zayn thought, how did he miss this kind of moments in his life. How did he not discovered this too soon? How did he not listen to his mother before? And especially, how did he not treat the man that carries and took care of his babies. The one who gave him them.

"Dad, is he really my papa?" Harry stopped his trance when he heard his son's question. He doesn't know what to say and what to explain. It's going to be hard for him to make Jaireh understand. He's too young.

"Go to sleep now, bub. You still have school tomorrow." He smiled at him and turned off the lamp on his bedside table.

"Okay, good night, dad." Jaireh kissed his cheek before drifting on to sleep.