The Bro Code ✔️ Zarry

Code 6 🖋 I Won't Mind

Harry silently shook his head. "Thank you." He mumbled. Zayn smiled.

"It's nothing. Just call me when you need something, okay?" He said, before Harry closing the door behind him.

Zayn happily walks into his room. He's not expecting Harry to forgive him easily, but at least, Harry's cooperating with him on this being a father. Giving him a chance to prove himself for his son and for Harry.

When he got in, he changes into comfortable clothes. His eyes caught a photo frame on his night table.

A photo of him and their mom.

He smiled weakly.

"I wish you were still here, mum. I wish you still get to see that I'm doing better." He mumbled, running his thumb on the surface of the frame.

"You always say that I should love Harry, but I didn't know that this kind of love is you're referring to." He added, slightly chuckling into realization.

He placed back the photo frame and he climbed up on his bed.

"Yeah? Come in?" He said.

The door slowly opened, revealing Harry. Zayn got up and reached for him.

"Do you need anything? Is there something hurt?" Zayn asked worriedly.

Harry shook his head.

"Are you hungry? Craving for something?" Zayn asked then, although Harry just ate a lot before they got home.

Harry bit his lip and argued to himself. "Uhm, n-nothing. Just... forget it. I'll go back." He said, looking so embarrassed.

Zayn frowned. "What? Why? Tell me what you want, babe. I'll give it." Zayn insisted. Holding him firmly on his waist.

Harry swallowed hard and intensely looking at him. "I...need something..."

"Yeah? What is it?" Zayn asked patiently waiting for Harry.

"I just need you..." Harry whispered, his cheeks burning red.

Zayn's lips parted unbelievably. "What? Are you serious?"

Harry sighed. "Just forget it... I'm sorry..." holding back a tear because he can't get what he wants.

Fuck these hormones. He mentally cursed at himself. He couldn't believe that he's actually asking Zayn to have sex.

"Hey, wait. Don't cry... I'm... okay, but.. you're pregnant..." Zayn doesn't know what to do. He might hurt Harry and the baby if they do.

"But I'm horny..." Harry whispered shyly, still blushing. He really can't believe this is happening to him.

Zayn holds back a chuckle on how cute Harry is when blushing.

"Okay, okay... Just tell me what do you want me to do." Zayn told him kissing his temple.

"Kiss me," Harry said, looking at his lips.

Zayn's heart stopped beating at this moment as he heard it.

He hesitantly leaned closer, making sure that Harry's not making fun of him.

An inch away, hot breaths fanning each other's faces. Harry was the one who closed the gap between them. Hands on Zayn's chest, moving up slowly around his neck.

Zayn, who was slightly surprised, don't know what to do next. Even though they've done this before so many times.

It's like the first time to them.