The Bro Code ✔️ Zarry

Code 11 🖋 I Would

As he was putting it all back in the cupboards, he heard the door opened and closed.

Zayn walks in, seeing Harry cleaning the kitchen counter. "Hi." He smiled.

"Uh, hi." Harry awkwardly smiles.

Zayn noticed a casserole on the stove and frowned. "You cooked?"

Asking, he walks over but Harry quickly stops him, blocking his way over.

"Yeah, I just- searched the internet." He mumbled shyly making Zayn smiled so wide.

"But let's just order you anything else." He suggested, biting his lip.

"What? Why?" Zayn asked.

"I don't think it's good and safe to eat." He admitted, looking down on the floor.

"I'll eat it."

"No. What if you got a food bug or stomach ache or something? That would be so-"

"Harry, I would still eat it. Don't overreact." Zayn chuckles softly.

"But what if-"

Harry was cut off by Zayn showing him a bouquet of flowers came from behind. He was stunned and surprised, and his face paled.

"I- bought it for you," Zayn said, scratching the back of his head nervously.

Harry stared at it and suddenly tears rolled down his cheeks.

"Hey, why are you crying? You didn't like it?" Zayn asked frantically, wiping Harry's tears away.

Harry shook his head and sniffed before speaking. "It's just- this is the first time someone gave me flowers."

Zayn left out of words to say and just asked why.

"I was homeschooled because I was pregnant with Jaireh, and no one had an interest in me back in college," Harry explained.

Feeling horrible, Zayn wanted to smack himself.

Now he would really do this right and make Harry feel loved and wanted.

"Don't cry, Hazza. You deserve so much and I'll show you how beautiful you are." He kissed his forehead and hugged him so tight.

"Thank you, Zayn."

Zayn smiled against Harry's neck and they both eat what Harry cooked.

"You didn't burn the house, that's a good sign." Zayn teased after finishing his food.

"I just- I'm ashamed I can't do something for you." Harry sighed.

"Don't think that way, you've done a lot of things for me, Haz."

Harry shook his head in disagreement. "I acted bitchy towards you when you always treat me kind. It's not fair to you, you've been a great papa."

"Maybe I've been a great papa, but I would love to be the great boyfriend either." He smiled, making Harry blushed deeper.

Harry didn't speak and continued to look down. Zayn pulled him on his lap facing him sideways.

"I'm not rushing you, babe. Let me court you, do things for you. I want to show you how to be loved. I want to prove to you that you belong to me." Zayn confessed, hearing his own heartbeat rapidly.

Slowly leaning closer, Harry got back into his senses when he heard a baby cry upstairs.

He ran and left Zayn, chuckling at himself.