Harry was usually the one to wake up first, but here Zayn stood at Harry's beside nudging him awake.
"Hm?" Harry hummed, opening his eyes.
"I'm hungry." Zayn said in a grumpy tone.
"Hi hungry." Harry smiled.
"Harry seriously. Come make breakfast?" Zayn whined.
"You're sixteen. Make a bowl of cereal." Harry said, not even properly awake yet and Zayn was already demanding something of him.
"I don't want cereal, I want pancakes."
"Then make pancakes."
"Don't know how."
"Google it."
"Harry!"
"Okay, okay," Harry sighed, getting out of bed.
"You've really gotten demanding lately, you know that?" He asked, looking at him.
Zayn paused, realizing how immature he'd just acted.
"You're right. I'm sorry. I don't know what's wrong with me." He said, wishing he could keep his actions and emotions under control.
"I'm sorry I woke you up like this, I'll just go make cereal-"
"No, wait wait." Harry said quickly, hurrying over and gently holding Zayn's shoulders.
"It's okay, I promise. I don't mind getting up and making pancakes for you, Zayn. Seeing your face as soon as I wake up is my favorite way to make up." Harry said, making Zayn blush.
"I mean it. It's fine. I'll always be happy to do all I can to make sure you're happy." He added softly, touching Zayn's hot cheek.
Zayn blushed even worse, looking at Harry's bare chest.
"Okay?" Harry asked.
Zayn's eyes flicked up to meet his. "I...I'm confused." Zayn decided to admit.
"About what...Zayn?" Harry asked, almost slipping.
"You treat me like a baby, or-or want me to be your baby but at the same time you....act kind of like you're attracted to me." Zayn said quietly.
"Of course I'm attracted to you, I think you're so beautiful, Zayn. I apologize that I've failed to make that clear." Harry said.
Zayn felt weak. "B-But what about the baby thing?" He whispered, Harry's lips so close now.
"You really want me to explain to you how this works? Are you ready?" Harry whispered.
Zayn swallowed, staring at Harry's lips.
"Kiss me first."
And Harry did, so passionately.
He held Zayn's face in his hands, his heart feeling like it was taking flight in his chest.
He'd wanted this for so long.
Zayn felt like his body had just gone up in flames.
Lately the way he viewed Harry had definitely been changing, but this was the final shift.
He felt so safe like this with Harry so close and holding him.
Zayn wanted more, as if that was possible.
Harry kissed Zayn's forehead after their lips parted, smiling a little.
Zayn's whole face was red, and his heart was pounding so hard.
"C-Can you tell me how this works over pancakes? I'm-I'm a little weak." He admitted breathlessly.
Harry smiled fully, scooping Zayn off of his feet and into his arms.
"I've got you." He said when Zayn have him a concerned look.
Harry carried him downstairs with ease, putting him in his usual spot.
Maybe one day he'd be able to bring the high chair out.
Harry happily made breakfast for them, giving Zayn a glass of milk after he served him his pancakes and cut them for him, which he was surprised Zayn didn't protest about.
"I don't like milk." Zayn spoke up as he picked up the syrup.
"Just try it." Harry said, sitting across from him.
"I have. That's how I know I hate it." Zayn said.
"Hate is a strong word." Harry frowned, taking the syrup when Zayn was done.
"Well it's how I feel. Milk is gross." Zayn said.
"What kind of milk did you drink that you disliked so much?" Harry asked.
Zayn frowned. "There are different kinds of milk?"
"Of course. Can you remember what kind you had?"
"Well...mum always bought the healthy stuff. Our milk wasn't even in a proper jug or gallon. It was always in this carton with an almond on the front." Zayn remembered.
Harry smiled fondly at him. "You drank almond milk your whole life. No wonder you think milk is gross. Try that, it's not almond milk, I promise. Just two percent. The best kind in my opinion."
"Why aren't you drinking any, then?" Zayn asked.
"I'm not the one who stills needs it for growing bones." Harry smiled.
Zayn rolled his eyes, deciding to eat some first.
"So tell me...what you were going to earlier." Zayn said after he ate a few bites.
"Oh. Well, where to start....." Harry trailed off.
"I am attracted to you, very much." He decided to say.
"But you also want me to be your baby." Zayn said.
"Yes. Have you ever heard of kinks?" Harry asked.
"Somewhat." Zayn nodded.
"Thoughts about them?" Harry asked.
Zayn guided more pancake pieces into his mouth with a shrug.
"Well have you ever heard of a daddy kink?"
Zayn nodded.
"Daddy takes on multiple meanings here. Or- I'd like it to, only if you're comfortable with it."
Zayn paused. "What do you mean?"
"Say daddy." Harry instructed.
"Why?"
"Just try it."
Zayn put his fork down. "Just like...say it randomly or-"
"Yes, Zayn." Harry said, getting impatient.
Zayn was reminded of the time he put that dummy in his mouth.
He thought it was so stupid and wrong until he actually did it.
Maybe he'd get the same result here.
Of course, this time Harry was shirtless and watching him.
Zayn swallowed. "Daddy." He said quietly, the word feeling strange as it left his lips.
"Good. That's what I am to you to answer your question from yesterday." Harry said.
"You're not my father." Zayn frowned.
"You're right. I'm your daddy." He said. "There's a difference."
"So let me get this straight, you want me to call you daddy? And you call me baby?" Zayn asked.
Harry nodded. "But we won't if you're not comfortable. However, if you're open to the idea of me helping make you comfortable, just tell me."
"Depends on what that means." Zayn said.
"It means...I'm going to be making you feel really good, baby." Harry said, not holding back this time and watching the way Zayn's cheeks turned red.
"In what way?" Zayn asked, an odd sense of excitement coming over him.
"Whichever way you choose." Harry said softly.
"But then again, if you're not comfortable with this so soon I understand. Although I've seen the way you've been looking at me lately. I think what I have in mind could be really nice for you. It'll help you get used to the word." Harry explained.
"Y-You mean-"
"Yes."
"Oh." Zayn said, his heartbeat speeding up again.
"So what d'you say?" Harry asked.
Zayn unconsciously bit his lower lip, briefly thinking all of this over.
Fuck, he couldn't help it, he was curious.
"Okay."