Guys, I felt so guilty for not updating yesterday. But the college is just getting on my nerves. Sorry for making you all wait. :( hope you'll like it. :) thank you zarryslovrrr SamanthaAMMY xsummertime_x  love-n-war

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After having a heart to heart talk with his best friends, Harry went back to his room, took a hot shower to relax his tensed muscles, changed into some new clothes and then lied beside his pumpkin. He cuddle her into his chest and she too, hugged her Dada tight. He fell asleep shortly, his conversation with Zayn tonight, still replaying in his subconcious mind.

Next morning he woke up first and then wake his baby girl up to get themselves ready for her school and his work place, which is, well, also a school.

He picked her up in his arms and went into the bathroom. He gently settled her onto her feet and started feeling the bathtub.

"Pumpkin, get ready for bath baby girl.", he said while pouring some soap in the tub to make bubbles, knowing Zayra loved bubble baths.

She quickly stripped off her clothes and then Harry placed her in the tub gently, he sit outside the tub, on the edge of it. They played for a while with splashing water at each other, Harry making her giggle by making silly faces,  she making her Dada a tall quiff with the bubbles. After sometimes, having finished with their bubble bath, he wrapped her up in a towel as well as himself with another one and they walked into his room. Zayra holding his pinky with her tiny hand.

He then got her ready in her school uniform and then got ready himself. Zayra played with his curls while he made her pigtails neatly. They went down the stairs, in the kitchen, where Gemma was already cooking some chocochip pancakes, Anne sipping a cup of coffee and Robin, her now husband, who was back from his business tour this morning, reading a newspaper. He greeted everyone a "good morning", earning ones from them as well and sat on the chair. They ate in a peaceful silence with Gemma giving Harry a "don't-worry-everything's-gonna-be-okay" smile, making him relax and Zayra's ocassional giggling whenver Gemma made funny faces at her.

Anne had taken a day off to have some bonding time with her husband which Harry and Gemma already knew. They both smiled at their parents and continued eating.

"Um, Harry Gemma?", Anne asked, making both of them look at her, encouraging her to continue.

"Um, Robin has decided to shop for a bit, then watch some movie and then we're gonna have dinner outside. Are you guys okay with it?", she asked, nervously making both of her children chuckle.

"Mom, we gonna be okay. Besides, I'm having a sleep over at Melanie's house so it'll be just Harry and pumpkin. I'm sure Harry can manage that, this will not be the first he gonna be alone with Zayra.", Gemma said.

"Yeah mum, we'll be okay. If anything, I can always call you guys.", he said, smiling.

"Of course you can baby boy", she said smiling, which made Harry whinning, and Zayra giggling.

"Mum, not in front of pumpkin", whinning, he said, and all of them at the table burst into laughter.

"Fine, laugh.", he pouted.

"Don't worry Son, Zayra knows you're her baby Dada", Robin said, making everyone laugh and Zayra giggle again.

"Robin", he gasped. "I thought you'd be in my team.", he faked hurt.

"Well, I'm in my baby son's team.", Robin chuckled.

"Not fair.", He pouted.

And lets just say, they all had a really good morning.

He dropped Zayra off her school, bidding her goodbye. Then drove off to his school.

School was as usual tiring but enjoyed teaching English. Sure, there were some students who, from the expressions on their faces, looked like they hated the subject but there were also some students who looked genuinly interested in the Subject. But he loved them all nonetheless..

After school, he drove back to Zayra's school. He was 5mins late though, because of the traffic. When he entered the school, he never expected to come across the sight in front of him. There was Zayn, playing peek-a-boo with his baby girl, making her giggle. He didn't know how long he was staring at them until he saw them coming towards him. Zayra holding Zayn's index finger, dimples showing on her cute baby face.

He kneeled down in front of her and she hugged her Dada tight, squealing, "Dada, miss you"

They didn't know, how heart warming Zayn felt at the sight.

He cleared her throat making them aware of his presence. Zayra pulled away and hugged Zayns leg tight.

"How was your day Pumpkin?", Harry asked from behind her.

"Good", she yelled joyously, making both her fathers chuckle.

"Unkie Zaynie played with me", she looked up and smiled at Zayn.

And Zayn tried to hide the hurt on his face, hearing his daughter calling him "unkie", instead ge focused on the nickname his daughter had given to him, Zaynie and smiled down at her.

He had been called "Zaynie" many times, but hearing it from his own daughter, felt different. He felt special.

"Oh, that's great Pumpkin", he smiled at her then stood up, looking straight into Zayn's eyes.

"Um, thanks for keeping her company and safe. I was worried about her and the time, my school ends there's a lot of traffic. That's why I got late. I'll make sure to not bother you much. Thank you anyways.", he smiled gratefully to him. He really was grateful to Zayn. If anything happened to Zayra, he didn't know what he would do. Zayra was his life.

"Don't thank me Harry. You don't need to. She's my responsibility as well. I love her", Zayn said, smiling. And Harry could see the sincerity in his voice. Nodding, he smiled at Zayn.

And Zayn knew, Harry had officially given him another chance, and he knew, Harry knew that too.

They looked at each other for a long time, not even blinking for once. They felt a tension building around them.  But no one said anything, until a tiny voice spoke.

"Dada? Unkie Zaynie come our house?", she asked innocently, looking at her Dada.

"S-Sure, only if he wants to", he stuttered.

She looked at Zayn with her pleading eyes and asked, "Please unkie Zaynie?"

And at that moment, Zayn knew, he could never say "No" to those innocent eyes.

He smiled down at her and picked her up. He kissed her chubby cheeks and said, "Sure, I'd love to".

"Okay, follow me to the car.", Harry muttered, not meeting his eyes. He was certainly sure, that Zayn's eyes were on his back and he got heated up at the thought.

They made it to his car. Zayn buckled Zayra up in the back seat and sat on the passenger's seat. Harry, who was already situated on the driver's seat took drove off, ignoring Zayn's staring beside him and focused on the road.

He was about to turn on the radio when he felt his hand touch Zayn's, who was also about to turn on the radio. They both shivered at the touch and Harry took his hand back. He focused on the road, trying hard not to blush while Zayn turned on the radio trying not to blush too.

There was an awkward silence in the car except Zayra's cute singing along the songs playing on the radio. Harry looked beside him and saw Zayn was looking out of the window, maybe thinking of something. He noticed he had beard now which made him look even more good and kind of sexi-- "no no Harry, you can't think about him like that. He had hurt you remember? Sure you've giblven him another chance, but it's for Zayra. No, you can't think about him like that again.", he mentally slapped himself for tbinking about Zayn like that, again, after all these 5years.

He was about to look away, when Zayn turned to his side and their eyes locked.  He forced himself to look away and focused on the road.

And again, the tension was there. But this time, they both knew what the tension was, and both of them didn't knew if they want to take that step far just yet, now that things had started to mending.

"No, I can't think about him like that. I'm doing this for Zayra. I can't afford to be hurt again, I have to be strong for Zayra.", Harry thought.

"No Zayn, stop thinking about that. Sure Harry is beautiful, even, has gotten more than before, but you can't think about him like that just yet. You have to win his trust. You have to show him that you love him for who he is not for his body.", Zayn thought.

And both of them sighed frustratingly, making Zayra question them innocently, "problem Dada? Unkie Zaynie?"

"No", they said at the said time looking at each other and sighing again, this time, silently.