《one ➳ zarry》all my senses come to life
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ages 3 (harry) 4 (zayn)
"give me that toy!" harry giggled, gently grabbing a hold of the red toy car in zayn's hands.
"then you give me that," zayn pointed towards the small blue car in harry's hand.
harry pouted, then brushed his curly hair out of his face nodding. "lots of hair," he breathed, and zayn giggled patting harry's head.
"lots of nice hair!" zayn smiled brightly at the green-eyed boy.
"nice?" harry tilted his head to this side and blushed.
"a lot, a lot, a lot nice." zayn nodded.
"now we switchy with cars?" harry questioned, and zayn nodded.
"switchy, switchy, switchy." he giggled, trading his red car for the blue car.
"vroom," harry imitated car sounds while moving his car gently along the floor.
"beep beep!" zayn crashed his car into harry's lightly.
"boo zee!" harry sighed, picking his car up. "now car is very hurt!"
"oh no!" zayn exclaimed. "red car has a boo boo?"
harry nodded and sniffled a little. "red car has feeling too!"
"sorry, hazza. blue car say sorry?"
harry nodded. "say sorry."
"sorry." zayn spoke shyly, and harry instantly began moving his car again and bumped into zayn's.
"now blue car has boo boo." harry stated, grinning.
zayn sighed, and patted harry's head. "blue car is strong."
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