6 Years Later
Zayn walked into his home, smiling at the smell of cinnamon and apple. He dropped his suitcase down on the floor and walked into the kitchen where he saw a familiar mop of curly hair. Harry sat; wearing a wide smile, watching Liam put the finishing touches on an apple pie.
"Zaynie!" Harry yelped, pouncing on his husband who barely managed to stay on two feet, "I wasn't even gone that long charming," he choked, setting the jumpy boy on the floor. Zayn then scanned the house, his hands still rested on Harry's petite hips, before leaning in, whispering against his lovers neck. "Where's my little man?"
"Here!" The small boy yelled, running from the other side of the kitchen to Zayn's leg, grabbing on and giggling like mad. "I'm right here, dadda,"
Zayn smiled, leaning down and grabbing the small blonde boy in his arms, lifting him up and throwing over his head.
"Did daddy take good care of you today?" Zayn asked. The small boy nodded and grabbed onto Harry 's neck. "Daddy always takes good care of me," He giggled, kissing Harry 's nose
"He's a good daddy, yes?" Zayn teased, kissing Harry 's needy lips before setting his son on the floor. "What did you guys make? Is uncle LiLi teaching you to cook again?"
"Yes!" He smiled, running over to Liam and staring up at him with big brown eyes, "We made pie,"
"What kind of pie?" Zayn chuckled, asking, even though he could clearly smell it was apple.
"I don't remember..." The small boy said, his face contorting in thought.
"Apple," Harry giggled. Zayn kissed Harry again and smiled. "Yes, must be apple,"
Charlie's big blue eyes darted around the room; he offend got distracted, just like his father, shiny objects getting his full attention. "Fire truck," He giggled, running over to the red truck on which he sat on, scooting across the floor. "Hazz, why don't you go play with Charlie, yeah?" The darker kissed along the soft skin of Harry's neck, still covered in bite marks till this day.
"Okay," Harry giggled, chasing after his son, that was so similar to himself in his actions. They had adopted their son because of that reason. Their little boy, Charlie, was just like Harry. His personality, his smile, everything. Zayn couldn't help but to love to boy unconditionally.
Charlie was only a few months old when Jay introduced them to the little boy, thinking Harry and Zayn needed something in there life, someone to keep them busy. Charlie's mother left him there after he was born, she was only 16 and to her, had no time for a baby, but for Harry and Zayn, there little boy was perfect, he was everything to them.
How someone could give such a child up, Zayn found sickening But Harry didn't know, no, Harry was told the stork brought them there son, and that was all Harry needed to know, he was still just as pure as day one. He didn't need to know the crewel things this world was made of.
So Charlie was brought into their life, giving Zayn yet another reason to smile. Harry thought that Charlie was just like him--and really, he was. Only Charlie had a thing for superheroes, not Disney movies. It was all just amazing, and Zayn loved every second of his days that he got to spend with his family.
"Thanks for watching them, Liam," Zayn smiled.
"It's no problem," Liam replied.
Zayn knew that Harry couldn't be left alone with Charlie. It was dangerous. While yes, Harry thought he could do it, Zayn knew that if something happened, one of them could be lost forever. Both of his babies were fragile.
So he never let Harry be alone with their son for more than an hour, not that Harry minds, He likes spending time with Liam and his brothers, Niall and Louis offend got to watch them, they even brought their own son, who was taught to play gentle with Charlie.
'Don't jump on your cousin, Richard.'
'Watch his head Rickey,'
'Don't stuff strawberries up your cousin's nose!' They told him, and of course Richard listened, he obeyed his father's well, but not Harry, he knew he could get away with anything when uncle Hazz was around.
Richard and Charlie were good together, and Richard even understood that Charlie was special, like Uncle Harry.
"You're like Uncle Harry," Richard would say. Charlie would giggle and stare at his small hands. "Aren't you?"
"I think so," Charlie would say, before getting distracted by yet another shiny object.
But even though they now had Charlie, Zayn still made sure he and Harry had alone time. They would go out on dates, or other times, Charlie would head over to Niall and Louis' house. And Zayn would take the free time and use it to his advantage, spending it curled up in Harry 's side, kissing him and leaving bite marks on his pale skin.
And Harry learned quickly that any sexual activities were limited to when Charlie was at Niall and Louis, which was more offend then Zayn liked, but Harry being Harry, he needed his alone time of with his husband, even if he complained the whole time about how much he missed his son.
"You're the one that wanted to be alone," Zayn would huff, laughing at Harry's Hypoctitic ways.
And when the three of them were all together, Zayn holding Harry in his arms and Charlie curled up into Harry 's body, they would watch Disney movies and superhero movies, and Zayn would wonder how life could get any better. This was truly a happy ever after. And even though Zayn wasn't sure if Harry knew, he did. Harry knew that this was his fairytale ending. He understood that Zayn had done everything to make him happy.
Because Zayn really had. He'd worked so hard for this house, this life, this family. He wanted this so much with Harry, but he never imagined it would be this great.
He had the life every person dreamed of. He was literally living in a fairytale with his Prince Charming, their very own happily ever after.
"Zaynie?" Harry said, sneaking up behind his husband.
"Yes, charming?" Zayn asked, turning to face his love.
"Can we take Charlie to see the new Batman movie?" Harry bit his lip hopefully. All three of them rarely went out together, because Zayn had trouble watching over both of them. But, Zayn nodded happily, willing to put in the extra work, just like he always had.
"Of course, babe," Zayn smiled, kissing Harry 's temple.
Harry giggled, doing a little twirl then running from the kitchen to find his son.
Zayn chuckled, prancing to the fridge were he garbed himself something cold to drink, glancing at the calendar on the fridge for a moment, reading over the events for the next week.
"Charming we have to go see the family on Saturday, would you like that?" Zayn called, reading over the date that stated the family reunion was coming up. There was one every 5 years and Zayn wouldn't miss it for the life of him.
"Okay!" Harry called back, racing into the kitchen where he pulled on a clean shirt, backwards of course. Zayn snickered, garbing his husband's hand. "Let me fix that," He insisted, pulling Harry 's shirt off and putting it on the right way.
"Batman! Batman! Batman!" Charlie ran through the house with his batman car, making a shooting noise.
" Harry, why don't you grab him and meet me upstairs? I need to get dressed," Zayn called, walking up the steps. Surly it would take Harry a few minutes to catch their son.
Zayn finished getting dressed, and once Harry had caught young Charlie, they headed out to the movies.
The one thing Zayn didn't like about going out, was the looks he got from other people. Of course, he was used to it by now, but it was still annoying. People probably pitied him. First of all, he was gay, second, his husband was autistic, and third, his son was autistic as well.
But Zayn didn't want pity. He didn't understand why people would pity him. He was happy with his life. He loved his silly little family, even with all the little things that made them different.
Like the autistic boy's used teamwork to get Zayn to buy them things, or the way they boy fought over Zayn attention. Or once, on the occasion Charlie had his first seizure, Harry himself had a panic attache in the middle of the grocery store.
Zayn had two problems on his hands. One, comforting his son and working him through it, the 2 year old thrashing, and keeping his husband calm who screamed at the top of his lungs, his breathing heavy.
But luckily for Zayn, one of the people gathered round kept Harry calm while Zayn secured his son, who luckily hadn't had another seizure sense then, being 3 in a half now, and rather advanced for his condition and age.
So really, Zayn couldn't ask for anything more or anything less.
"Popcorn!" Charlie giggled as soon as they walked into the theater. Zayn smiled and nodded.
"We'll get popcorn, I promise," Zayn said, holding onto his two favorite hands tighter. Harry held his left hand and Charlie held his right.
"Oh! And candy!" Harry suggested.
"Sure," Zayn laughed again, hopping in line for concessions. The family in the line next to him gave him a look and a frown. Zayn's anger boiled but he managed to send them a simple smile. And then, the lady in front of them turned around.
"He's adorable," She said, looking at Charlie, "How old?"
"Three," Zayn said, looking down at his son.
"You're a saint," She said, tears coming to her eyes, "My husband is also autistic,"
"Really?" Zayn smiled, "That's amazing,"
"Yes," She chuckled. And then an older man came walking over to her, grabbing her hand, his eyes scanning around and picking out shiny objects, just like Charlie and Harry would.
Tears came to Zayn's eyes.
"Zayn, happy or sad tears?" Harry asked, reaching up to wipe the salty tears from Zayn's cheeks.
"Happy," Zayn said, "Definitely Happy,"
Once they got to the front of the line, Zayn got there tickets, Charlie getting in free as any other toddler would.
Zayn picked his son up; letting him lean against the glass and pick out a candy he wanted, getting nerds of course. The colors always caught his eyes and he pointed it out first.
"Your turn Charming," Harry 's faced pressed to the glass while he pointed out a few candies he wanted, Zayn's smiled never fading. He loved seeing Harry happy, so, so much.
Zayn then looked up at the cashier who was holding back a smirk, the teenage boys face red. Zayn's heart dropped but he didn't disturb Harry, who was so lost in telling the boy what he wanted.
"Will that be all for you gentlemen? Or would you like a few helmets," He broke down laughing. That was when Zayn lost it, garbing hold of Harry's hand. "No, that will be all and I'd like to talk with your boss," He sneered, repositioning Charlie on his hip.
The kid sighed, handing them there things before he called his boss from the back, a middle aged woman who looked rather sensible.
"Yes, what might be the problem?" She smiled, clasping her hands together, while Zayn lead her away from the crowd of people. "Your cashier, Michael I believe his name was, I don't appreciate him making fun of my husband and certainly not my son."
The woman was a bit token back before she looked at Harry, then at Charlie. "Oh my, I'm so very sorry," She gasped.
She then lead Zayn and Harry back to the counter were Charlie got to pick out another candy and a slurpy. He would have the worst suger rush, but Zayn had no problem with it. He even got his money back for Niall's treats.
"Movie time?" Harry asked, tugging on Zayn's shirt. "Yes, Movie time,"
~*~
Later that night when they returned home, Harry insisted that he read Charlie's bed time story. Zayn nodded and followed his two favorite people into his son's room, watching as Charlie and Harry searched through the book basket, picking out, of course, the book that Zayn and Harry had written all those years ago with the help of Niall's mum.
"This one again?" Zayn asked.
Harry smiled and nodded, opening it up to show Charlie the pictures.
"Me and your daddy made the pictures," Harry said. He liked to show his son the pretty pictures they made.
Charlie nodded. He knew that. Harry told him every time they read the book.
Not that he didn't like hearing his father talk about the book, because he did. But he still knew everything Harry had to say about it. So he just cuddled into his father's side as he read, struggling every now and then till Zayn helped him, knowing every word by heart as he cleans up Charlie's messy room, plugging in the Scooby-doo night light.
"The end," Harry finally said, closing the book quietly, glancing down at the little boy in his arms, fast asleep. "Let me take him, you go get ready for our bath," Zayn insisted, kissing Harry's mouth before scooping there child up and tucking him into bed while Harry rushed to the bathroom were he ran that water.
Once Charlie was asleep, Zayn headed into the bathroom, where Harry was already undressing, steam rising off of the water. He stripped off his clothes, smirking when he caught Harry staring wide eyed.
"Still not used to this, charming?" Zayn asked, gesturing down to his body with a smile.
Harry giggled and leaned forward, biting Zayn's exposed shoulder, hard. Zayn yelped and then wrapped his arms around Harry helping him into the tub.
Surly, Zayn wanted to go all the way but he settled for kissing and biting Harry His hands caressing Harry 's soft, scared skin, which melted under his hot finger tips like butter.
Harry 's voice hummed quietly, leaned against Zayn, his back pressed to the darker's chest while Zayn played with Harry 's wet hair, sucking on the translucent skin of his neck. "The family reunions Saturday charming, do you want to go see the family?"
It was now Thursday and Zayn had Saturday off. He had an Art class at a local university on weekdays and offend spent time in Maura's office, going over new books, or thing she wanted Harry and Zayn to paint for books already written, which was something they did offend. It paid for the house after all.
"Is everyone going to be there?" Harry giggled, tangling his hands with Zayn's.
"Yes, baby, everyone will be there," Zayn smiled, kissing the back of Harry 's neck.
"So, I get to see Niall and Louis and Richard and Mum and Maura and-"
"Yes," Zayn laughed, cutting Harry's list off, "You'll get to see everyone,"
"Hooray!" Harry cheered, letting out a giggle.
Zayn smiled, trying to keep Harry still as he garbed the soap, pouring some into his hands and scrubbing Harry's head, trailing along his shoulders were he washed him softly.
Harry let out a shaky whimper, leaning closer to Zayn. He loved being washed, and well, touched by his husband who never let their baths go too far.
And before Harry knew it, he was being dried off in one of his many, many Disney towel and carried off to bed were Zayn gave him his boxers and climbed in beside him, kissing him until he fell asleep, his head usually on Zayn's chest or nuzzled into his neck were it stayed till there bubbling son jumped into bed the next morning, unless of course he work up to late and Dadda was already at work, then he would go down stairs to play with Richard, or help uncle LiLi make breakfast.
And so they fell asleep in each other's arms. Harry being comfortable, but then again, when was he ever uncomfortable around Zayn?
~*~
Before they knew it, the reunion was upon them, and Zayn was loading his son into his car seat and buckling Harry into the car, driving them back to see their family, to see the people who had helped them through the hardest times.
The moment they pulled into the drive, filled with other cars and there distant family, Harry jumped out of the car, bolting for the front door, leaving Zayn to get Charlie out of his car seat.
"Hey there little man," He laughed, unbuckling his sons car seat and scooping him up, his usually messy hair tamed. "Dadda, were did Daddy go? Who's all these people?" He wondered, resting his head against Zayn's shoulder as he entered the house, filled with his family and friends, all chatting, but mostly the women.
"There our family, Charlie bug, why don't we go find Nama?" Charlie of course couldn't say Grandma, but Nama was the closest thing.
And as soon as they spotted her, he jumped from his dads arms, racing to her with his little arms out. "Nama! Nama! Nama!" He cheered, hugging around her neck. "How's my favorite superhero?" She laughed, holding him on her hip.
While Jay played with her grandson, Zayn searched for Harry, who seemed to have disappeared. Zayn searched all around, but was cut short of his hunt when two sets of giggles erupted from behind him, arms warping around him. "Zayn!" The twins cheered, almost as tall as Zayn himself. "Therese my girls," He laughed, warping them in his arms.
"How have my favorite princesses been, huh?" The 15 year old snickered, tugging Zayn's arm till they stood in front of the glass door. "Look, that's Travis, he's the new neighbor's boy, Mum invited him over and he is SO cute." Phoebe groaned, pressing her face to the glass.
Both twins stayed like that, eying the boy like he was something to eat before Zayn worked up the courage to sneak away, opening a door and hiding inside it.
But he knew this room, all too much. The art room.
"Zaynie?" Harry 's voice came from behind him. "Charming, what are you doing in here?"
"It's our pictures," Harry giggled, staring at the few drawings they had left behind that were hanging on the walls. Zayn walked into the room, his shoes stepping on the painfully familiar carpet.
"Yes, it is," Zayn smiled, wrapping his arms around Harry and staring up at the walls.
"Maybe we can draw like old times?" Harry asked, kissing Zayn's neck and hopping away, grabbing paint and paper. Zayn sighed and smiled, walking over to his husband with a curt nod.
"What do you want to draw?" Zayn asked.
"Us," Harry said simply, "Like a fairytale,"
Memories of them painting together flashed through Zayn's mind. The days they would lay out on Harry's bed, there hands weaved together as the painted pictures of Disney scenes, hiding away from there schooling, and father.
"Zaynie?" Harry giggled, readying his brush to paint till Zayn warped his arms around Harry, his hand rested on the end of Harry 's brush as the made there first stroke, starting with two figures who stood together, there bodies intertwined.
The had no clothes, but only showed there top half. There hair scruffy and messy, tugged and pulled on effortlessly. The curly's head tilted to the side while the darker skinned man kissed his neck gently, a small smile played on his lips. There faces went exactly recognizable, due to the dark shadows around them but Zayn knew just what it was.
It was himself, giving himself to Harry, holding him in his comforting arms because that was Harry 's favorite place to be. Rested in his lovers grasp, there hands linked, soft kisses roaming one another bodies. Harry would never truly understand it but he understood one thing.
Zayn did all those things because he loved him; because he wanted to give Harry everything, and all Harry ever wanted was unconditional love.
"Perfect," Zayn breathed out, kissing the back of Harry 's neck again, and again, because hell, he just couldn't get enough of him. No matter how long they are together. Zayn still craves and aches for Harry 's skin touch.
"Hey! Lovebirds! This is a family reunion. Keep the sex to a minimum!" Louis yelled into the art room. Zayn chuckled, released his grasp on Harry and turning to hug his brother. Louis smiled and returned the hug, patting Zayn's back. "How have you all been? How's Charlie?"
"Great," Zayn breathed. "And Richard?"
"Amazing," Louis chuckled, "Niall is being driven insane though. The little tike picked up on my sass quicker than I thouhght he would. Now Niall has to deal with both of us, and damn, I don't think he can do it."
Zayn chuckled and grabbed Harry s hand, "Let's go out and see Niall and Richard, okay?"
Harry nodded, tangling his fingers with his husbands all to familiar hands, who lead him from the room and into the kitchen which itself was empty.
They then chuffed out the back door, Jays and her sister, Beth, siting on the porch along with Maura and some distant Aunts.
"Mum, do you know were Charlie is?" Zayn asked wordily. Last time he'd checked, charlie was with his grandmother, but Jay pointed to the large tent cover were people got some food, munching and socializing just like at Zayn and Harry's wedding.
Charlie sat on the edge of the wood deck, Richard beside him while they ate Ice cream, giggling.
Zayn couldn't help but smile, He little boy looked so happy, so...normal.
"Want to go get some ice cream? Spend some time with the girls?" Harry nodded as they skipped across the lawn, everyone playing and rolling around in the grass. The air smelled of BBQ, Mark standing over a grill.
Harry loved family reunions, everyone was so happy, so cheery. Life couldn't get any better, not in a million years because this...this was the life, this was everything he ever wanted as he sat down next to his son whit smiled a toothy grin, chocolate ice cream covering his cheeks.
Niall and Louis stood behind them, drinking a beer while Richard licked his ice cream, one of his arms around his cousin who smiled at him. Richard was like a big brother who protected him. Not that Charlie needed Protecting.
He had his whole family to keep him safe, just like Harry had.
Like the day he first came home, Meeting all the unfamiliar people, who he now called his family.
~FlashBack~
The door swung open, two boys making their way across the front lawn, one with big blue eyes, gazing around at the large house. "Zaynie!" He yelled, his voice distant but he started to run; Zayn taking his first step and meeting Harry half way. "Charming." He breathed, wrapping his arms around Harry's waist and lifting him from the ground where he planted kisses all over his face. "God," Zayn mumbled, dropping to the ground with Harry still in his arms.
"I missed you." He finished, hugging Harry tighter. "Zaynie, it's a castle." Harry giggled, tilting his head back to see the house. "Yeah baby, and it's all for you. It's your castle." He ensured, scoping Harry up again and carrying him to the house. "Want to meet your new family?"
Harry nodded eagerly, his head rested on Zayn's shoulder as the elder walked up the steps were he set Niall down. " Harry, this is Princess Phoebe, Princes Daisy, and Princesses Felicite and Lottie." He pointed to the girls who smiled at the boy in front of them.
"And this is Prince Louis; he's your new brother. That's his friend, Duke Niall and that's Queen Jay. King Mark is at work sadly."
Harry giggled, waving his hand at all of them. "Am I a Prince too Zayn?" Harry asked, turning his head to look at Zayn. "Yes, you're Prince Charming."
~End flashback~
Harry Smiled at the memory as he looked around nonchalantly. Zayn nuzzled his face into Harry's neck, kissing his neck. Harry smiled, turning his head to kiss Zayn on the lips.
"I love you, charming." Zayn whispered, resisting his forehead against the autistic boys. "I love you too." He responded.
Later in the night, the family gathered round, Having a large dinner and just talking, laughing with each other and telling stories, most of which were about Harry and Zayn, there whole story, While Harry just blushed deep red, clinging to Zayn.
He loved this family. He loved this life, he loved everything he was given because it was a gift.
After dinner, the whole family gathered round in front of a camera out in the yard, Everyone talking, everyone smiling and goofing. Harry, Zayn and Charlie stood together, Charlie in Zayn's arms as the Camera man counted down.
"1...2...3." And the camera flashed, the moment in time captured of the family, who invited the broken boys into their lives. It was proof that Fairy tales do come true and when the picture was looked back at, the only words floating from the beholder lips played in my head like a tape,
And They All lived Happily Ever After.
The End
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