"les deux êtes vu dernier, en angleterre avant de la maison de harry styles. ci vous voir zayn malik ou harry styles, ci vous plais téléphoner..." the television went on and on. (translation; the two were last seen in england, in front of harry styles' house. if you see zayn malik or harry styles, please call...)

harry was sleeping, he was still sick and i had no idea why.

i couldn't believe after 3 years, they've just started looking for us.

i didn't want to tell harry. he's already stressed and worried enough that he's pregnant, which i highly doubt.

harry once told me that he could get pregnant, but it was a very low chance.

"ugh." i groaned, turning the tv off and throwing the remote down.

"zayn your too loud!!" harry groaned from our bedroom.

i chuckled. "good morning baby."

i walked into our bedroom and laid down next to harry.

harry didn't stay long as more nausea hit him hard.

"jesus christ, you need to see a doctor!" i frowned, bending down next to him once again.

"i-i'm fine zayn..." harry said between spews of nothing but water.

"no your not harry!!" i sighed, running to the kitchen to grab some medicine for stomach aches.

"zayn. this is just going to make me even more sick. just believe me. i'm expecting." harry sighed, rinsing his mouth with mint mouth wash.

"haz." i held him close to me. "whatever happens, just know. i'll always be here for you." i kissed his forehead.

"i know zayn." harry said. "now let me sleep." he sassed, wiggling out of my embrace and slowly getting back into bed.

"harry. just telling you though, when you told me you could have a kid, you said that there was a low chance, so please just trust me. it's probably just a cold." I kissed his head one more time, and wrapped him in blankets.

"fine. i'll trust you. but if i'm right.." harry smirked, burying his head into his pillow.

"good. now get some rest my love. i have a plan for us later." i kissed harry's cheek, and wrapped his body in the blanket.

"good night?" i laughed.

"no, no. how about good nap?" harry mumbled.

"okay babe. good nap." i chuckled, closing the bedroom doors when i walked out.

"i love you." i heard from the other end of the door.

"i love you. i love you too."

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