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Zarry - White Ribbons

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Newly adopted, nine year old Harry often had nightmares, most of the time they consisted of the mean people from his previous foster home somehow managing to take him back. Other times he would dream that his new dad, Zayn Malik, had decided that taking care of him was too much work and sent him to an orphanage.

So when Harry woke up in the middle of the night after having had one of those awful dreams, he quickly jump out of his footy themed bed, grabbed his little stuffed monkey and scurried down the hallway to his dads bedroom.

He decided against knocking because he thought if he was quiet enough he could just sneak into bed with his dad and he wouldn’t have to wake him, in fear that Zayn may be upset with him for waking him at such a late hour.

He gently pushed open the heavy wooden door, slipped into the room and tried closing the door quietly behind him. But of course the door made a loud creaking sound and Harry froze. Clutching his monkey to his chest and squeezed his eyes shut, praying that the loud noise hadn’t woken Zayn up.

What little Harry didn’t know was that Zayn had already been awake before Harry even entered his bedroom. Zayn had stayed up and waited till he knew Harry was asleep to have a good wank. Zayn loved his son, almost a little more than a father should but he would never act upon his desires. He knew Harry was just a nine year old boy and Zayn was an adult, twenty-two to be exact.

Often when Zayn would watch porn the younger twink bottoming, would somehow always manage to look a lot like his little Harry, which made Zayn come harder and faster than ever. After he would finish he’d always feel guilty and the next day he’d make sure to take Harry out to the toy story and let him pick whatever he wanted. Even though Harry never knew Zayn’s actual intentions behind letting him pick whatever he wanted, no matter to cost.

"Harry?" Zayn’s strained voice called out as he slid his hands out of his boxers and adjusted himself in the, thankfully, still dark room.

Harry thought if he stayed quiet long enough Zayn would fall back asleep or think it was just the house creaking, like it often did.

"Harry, love?" Zayn called out louder as he sat up on the bed.

"I had a bad dream again." Harry softly whispered out as he felt tears start to swell up in his eyes because he’d woken his dad up and was burdening with his current issue.

"C’mere, munchkin." Zayn laugh silently in the dark, realizing Harry was probably crying over waking him.

Over the past 3 years Zayn realized that Harry was a very sensitive child, he literally cried over spilled milk, in fear Zayn would be upset with him for wasting milk like that.

Harry tossed his stuffed monkey up onto the bed, using both hands to grab a fist full of the blankets and pull himself up onto the bed. Zayn slipped his hands under Harry’s armpits to help him get up easier onto the elevated bed and pulled Harry up onto his lap as he flipped the dimly lit bedside lamp on.

"Now, tell me what sort of dream this was." Zayn cooed out softly as Harry twisted around in his lap, so that he was straddling Zayn’s waist and wrapped his little legs around him, clinging to his dad for dear life. "H-Hey, Harry what’s wrong, love?" Harry stayed silent as he buried his little round face in Zayn’s chest, refusing to answer him and continued to cling to Zayn’s torso.

What Harry didn’t know was that his little bum was rubbing against Zayn’s semi that he was currently still sporting, causing Zayn’s breathing to be raged and made him stumble over his words as he felt himself getting hard again. Zayn knew this was completely and utterly wrong of him to be getting hard right now.