New Life [Zarry ageplay]

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The next morning Harry was woken up by his bladder.

Zayn was hugging Harry's side in his sleep, so Harry felt quite trapped.

He slowly slid towards the end of the bed, quickly replacing himself with a pillow in hopes of not waking Zayn.

Harry succeeded, watching Zayn hug the pillow and sigh, his messy hair almost covering his eyes and the dummy bobbing a few times.

He looked so adorable.

This was more than what Harry had always dreamed of, and each day he wondered how he was so lucky.

After standing there smiling at Zayn a while, he shuffled off to the bathroom.

Harry had maybe an hour to himself before Zayn came shuffling down into the living room rubbing his eyes.

"Morning baby. Where'd your dummy go?" Harry asked.

"I put it in the nursery." Zayn yawned.

"You want some breakfast?" Harry asked, putting his book aside and getting up.

Zayn shook his head no and sat on the couch, making Harry frown.

"Why not?"

"I'm not hungry. I want juice." Zayn whined, still rubbing one eye.

"Can you say please?" Harry asked.

Zayn looked up at him. "What?"

"If you say please I'll go get it." Harry said.

"Nevermind." Zayn muttered, irritated.

He wasn't sure why, though.

He just wasn't a morning person.

"Someone's grumpy." Harry observed.

Zayn didn't say anything, reclining with a sigh.

"D'you want to color? Would that cheer you up?" Harry asked.

Zayn began to think.

What would cheer him up?

"No. I just...I just want something to drink and some crisps and to play video games." He decided.

"Crisps? But it's breakfast time." Harry said.

"Well I want crisps." Zayn said.

"Is that okay?" He asked sarcastically.

Harry was aware, but let it slide.

"Mhmm. You'll get it yourself though." He said since Zayn didn't properly ask or say please.

"No problem." Zayn said, getting up.

He almost stomped towards the stairs.

"Where are you going?" Harry asked.

"To take this thing off. It's too hot." Zayn complained.

Harry watched, shrugging before going to sit back down with his book.

Zayn came back downstairs in sweats and a t-shirt, walking into the kitchen.

He came back with a soda and the whole bag of crisps, starting his game up, and kicking back.

"Feet off of the coffee table." Harry said, not looking up from his book.

Zayn rolled his eyes, moving his feet.

"Don't roll your eyes at me." Harry warned, looking at him now.

Zayn avoided his stare, ignoring him.