thirteen: secret keeper

"Hi, you've reached Harry! You know what to do."  

"Hey H... It's uh... It's me again. I'm sure you're sick of me calling you by now, especially since this is like the fifth time I've called you this week... I just miss you, I guess. So far your voicemail is the only way I've gotten to hear your voice... and I really hope you're gonna pick up the phone next time I call you so that we can have more than this one sided conversation. I miss you, Prince." I whisper, biting my lip as I end the call and place my cell phone down on the coffee table in Zayn's living room. I had been hanging out over at his place for the past few days, not wanting to go home and face my parents since I found out the news... unsure of how exactly I was going to tell them. Zayn was okay with me staying of course and I think he liked the company, but I felt like I was starting to overstay my welcome. 

I had to face reality soon enough, even if it truly was the last thing I wanted to do. I was still having a hard time believing it myself, unable to truly wrap my head around the fact that in less than nine months I would have two little ones... two babies that actually came from me. It was something I saw as impossible, yet here I was... 

"Do you want grilled cheese or something to eat before we meet Liam at the bar?" Zayn asks, sticking his head out of the entryway to the kitchen. 

"No... I'll just grab something there. We should probably head that direction." I say quietly, standing up from the couch and grabbing my hoodie which I really should wash but it was the only thing that kept me sane right about now. I pull it over my head, smiling softly to myself before looking at Zayn. 

"You should eat something now, Niall. You're eating for three." 

"I'm not hungry and I would much rather eat at the bar than here, so stop babying me and let's go. " I say, flinching at my own voice. I didn't mean to sound so rude, but I just needed to get out. I needed to be around other people, people who didn't know about my current situation and didn't feel the need to baby me.

"Okay... Let's go then." Zayn says, his voice quiet and I can tell he's upset.

"Zee..." I start, but Zayn shakes his head before grabbing the keys to his car.

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It wasn't much better once we reaches the bar, Zayn pretty much refusing to even look at me as we walk in. I'm a little taken aback at how busy it is for a Wednesday, the place practically filled with people. I can't even find Louis or Liam, biting on my lip as i stick close to Zayn.

"What's even going on right now?" I ask him, practically having to yell because of how noisy it was.

"Hell if I know. I think I see some seats though, so grab hold." Zayn shouts back, holding out his hand for me to take and holding it tightly as he pushes through the crowd. I let out a relieved sigh once we get there, letting go of Zayn's hand and sitting down in the chairs closest to Liam's makeshift stage. There were a few microphones set up which wasn't completely out of the ordinary as Liam often had people performing at the bar since Harry left. My eyes catch onto a familiar object though sitting just a little to my left. It was without a doubt Harry's guitar but it didn't make sense for it to be here. Harry would've called me, he would've told me if he was coming back home.

But that had to be Harry's guitar... I had put the stickers on it myself.

"Zayn is it just me, or is that Harry's guitar?" I found myself asking, feeling as if it was just wishful thinking on my part that Harry had actually came back home.

I'd get mad about the fact it was a surprise later.

"Dunno, do we know anyone else who would have Pepe the Frog on their guitar?" Zayn asks and he's smiling that stupid smile he always had when he knew something I didn't. He's looking behind me and just when I was about to turn around at see what it is I felt arms wrap around me. I jump at the sensation only to instantly calm down when the familiar scent of Harry washes over me. I only let him hug me for a second before I turn around and smack him on his chest.

"You son of a bitch." I say, but I'm not mad. I'm happy, so fucking happy because I hadn't seen those green eyes in person for two and a half months.

"Surprise, Princess. Sorry for dropping off the face of the earth." He says, grinning at me before he leans in to kiss me which I had no objections about.

"You know I hate surprises." I grumble when he pulls away, earning a soft chuckle from him.

"I do, but I honestly didn't know I was coming until early this morning. I meant to call you before my flight took off, but I forgot and then I just decided to surprise you." Harry says, leaning in to kiss me again, pulling away with a soft sigh before letting go of me completely

"Now I hate to do this, but I promised Liam I would do a few songs. I'll be back soon." Harry says, already walking away before I got the chance to protest.

But that didn't matter because he was home.

Harry was home.

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Fuuuuuuuuuuuck this was meh

But ey, Harry's home so there's that!

qotc: oh man, DO YOU GUYS THINK NIALL WILL TELL HAROLD ABOUT THE BABIES. He fucking better

Dedication goes to everyone cause it's late and I'm tired and I don't wanna scroll through comments and pick someone tonight cause I'm lazy af and have to be at work in *looks at clock and cries silently* six hours

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