Baby Niall

Chappy 9

Today, Louis woke up with a bad case of the stomach bug. They called a doctor, he came over, and could tell what it was as soon as he saw Louis. That all happened at three in the morning, because being famous has its perks.

The other lads, other than Niall, stayed up all night tending to him. It wasn't until eight o'clock when the sound of Niall softly singing to himself came through the baby monitor.

So Harry hazily got him up, changed him, and plucked him into his playpen with his morning bottle. Niall didn't take much of it, he was in a good mood and he wanted to play with his toys.

He played for a good hour and a half, but then he was bored. He saw Liam walk by, and he said,"Daddy come get Ni?" Liam stopped in his tracks, and was about to say something, but then he was interrupted by Louis puking in the next room.

"Not now, Ni," he said, then stormed off. Niall was sad, but understood. His Mummy needed to feel better.

Then, thirty minutes rolled on, and Niall decided to just climb out since no one seemed to care at the moment. He held onto the rail with white knuckles, and pulled himself over. He landed on his bum with a 'thud', and it wasn't that pleasant.

Then, the diaper grew warm, for he had finished his bottle a while ago. Now he was aggravated, and wet.

He stood up, and waddled out into the hall, he went to Lou's room, and opened it. There, were the three lads surrounding the sick Louis as he emptied his stomach into a trash can.

"Dada?" He asked, walking in. The three heads bolted to him, and he was immediately pushed out.

"Dada is sorry, babe, but you can't get sick, too," he whispered, and kissed his nose before closing and locking the door.

Niall cringed, not liking how he was just shoved to the side.

"But... P-Papa," Niall mumbled, rubbing at his teary eyes. He didn't understand why he couldn't help them with mummy, or at least be accompanied by someone!

He ran back to his room, looking for his blankie. He saw it in his crib, and immediately reached in to grab it. He grasped it such ease, but as soon as he tried to get his hand out, his hand was stuck. You see, his hand was clenched around the blanket, making a fist that wouldn't fit between the bars. And, Niall didn't know how to get it any other way than to just force it out.

So he tugged, and he pulled, and then he actually got his hand stuck between to bars; and it hurt like Hell.

Niall began to whimper, pulling at his arm aggressively as it turned a red color. He finally wedged it out, and stuck his swollen finger inside his mouth. Tears streamed down his face, and all we wanted now was to be held.

He stood up, and toddled back to the door. He tried opening it, but Zayn had locked it while kicking him out, so he began to bang on it with tiny fists.

Harry opened the door, looking quite annoyed, and pointed a firm finger at Niall,"You stop that mess right now, Niall. Louis has a headache and you're making it worse."

Niall didn't respond, but he did react, which just so happened to be in tears. He clung to Harry with all of his strength. It wasn't even 12 yet, but Niall could pin this down as the worst day ever.

Harry agitatedly took his hand, and marched him down the hall and into the corner. He pushed his nose to the wall and said,"If you move, shout, or do anything before I come back, you will be punished."

Niall nodded, hiccups dripping from his lips. He whispered,"I-I love y-y-you, Haz."

Harry didn't mind that, and walked back into Lou's room. That made Niall's heart shatter, and a fresh layer of tears sprung from his eyes. Harry didn't love him, or that's what Niall thought.