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Harry + Zayn, Socialise!

The weather is perfect for an evening stroll and the park is quiet enough for the parents to bring their children. Having this park basically minutes away from the house has been a blessing to Harry and Iman.

Myra is extremely active and Neesa is starting to explore her senses. They always find a way to leave the house and stay out for enough sunshine and fresh air.

Today is one of those days where Iman requests to have the evening to herself; so Harry and roped in Zayn to help him watch the girls for the evening. It didn't take much to get him involved because Zayn has also been looking for a breather from work, so it's just perfect for them.

Harry slowly pushes the stroller containing Aneesa's baby bag and stuffie. Myra is basically skipping around in joy with her space buns threatening to spill out of their fragile hold.

Zayn carries Neesa as her wide eyes explore the beautiful scenery and take in the environment. The dummy safely tucked in her mouth keeps her occupied and seeing her father has pacified her.

Harry keeps his eyes focused on the ground as he also tries to watch Myra, making sure she doesn't stray from them and get carried away.

"My-Myra," Harry calls out with a little frown.

"Let her be," Zayn says, smiling at Neesa.

"But...but h-has to stay close," Harry tries to explain.

"Papa, I'm here!" Myra frowns in protest.

"Don't ruin her walk, mate," Zayn rolls his eyes.

Harry knows his friend is right but his worries are still valid. He stays silent as Myra continues skipping around and singing to a happy tune. Neesa babbles at her sister's joy and stretches out her hands.

Zayn adjusts the dummy in her mouth and smiles at her reaction. Everyone knows it takes a lot to get Neesa to emote, so this is a lovely moment between the sisters.

"N-Neesa, okay?" Harry asks, clearing his throat.

"Very okay. I think she's a little excited," Zayn chuckles.

"Why...why please?" Harry asks, confused.

"You know that's a thing people feel," Zayn nudges him with a smirk.

The tone of sarcasm is recognised but Harry isn't entirely sure if that's pure sarcasm because his lessons with Louis haven't exactly been the smoothest.

He giggles a little and decides to explore it.

"People-people feel it?" he asks.

"Are you trying to match my sarcasm?" Zayn is amused.

"Y-Yes," Harry quickly nods in agreement.

"You're almost there," Zayn points out.

"W-Where?" Harry pauses.

Zayn chuckles and adjusts Neesa on his hip but she's already stretching to touch her father's freshly chopped curls. He is amused by her energy and doesn't notice Harry has frozen on his spot.

Myra is admiring some flowers and Neesa is watching her. Zayn frowns as he notices his friend staying in one spot. Harry blinks and drops his head down, searching for something to focus on. He starts mumbling to himself and slowly brings a hand to fist on his hair.

Zayn instantly knows this is a sign of panic and he gently pulls Harry's hand away from his curls with a free hand. This only makes Harry let out a harsh groan and Zayn frowns in worry.

"Papa is not comfy," Myra reacts to his groaning.

"Hey mate, you good?" Zayn keeps his tone calm.