Baby Niall

Chappy 13

Chapter 13 - Lost Boy

side note: these stories are reflected by events that happen in my life . this chapter ( probably the next chapter , too ) will be when Niall falls into a sort of depression . No , he will not hurt himself in any form or fashion , but he will be really sad . as you probably guessed by now , I'm depressed too . if you don't like this stuff , you can pass the next few chapters . Please enjoy . ❤️

- G

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Louis watched in curiosity as Niall stared blankly at his hands. He was at the table, and wouldn't eat his food.

"Niall?" Louis asked.

Niall looked up, and asked,"Huh?"

"Why won't you eat?"

"Not wanna," Niall mumbled, smushing a pea with his fingers.

"Why not? You haven't eaten all day!" Harry asked, reaching over to feel his forehead,"You don't have a fever."

"Sweetie, please eat," Liam said.

"No, don't wanna," Niall said, pushing the plate away, knocking a few pieces of chicken off in the process.

"We need you to eat, babe," Louis said.

Niall's eyes filled with tears, and he quietly murmured,"Don't wanna eat."
Then he stayed quiet as his tears flowed down his cheeks.

Louis stood up, and went to go pick the boy up from his place. He cradled him, even though the boy was silent.

"What's wrong? You sleepy?"

"No." Niall said.

"Did you use your nappy?"

"Nuh-uh."

"You just don't wanna eat, huh?"

"Yeah."

Louis waited,"Okay. You don't have to eat-"

"Louis, he needs his food," Zayn said.

"We'll just wait until he's hungry, but in the mean time he'll just have a bottle," Louis finished,"Is that okay babe? A bottle?"

Niall nodded, and laid his head down in his shoulder, his frown evident. Louis patted his side, and began to prepare the bottle, Niall never leaving his hip.

"You ready?" Louis asked, walking past the boys and into the living room. They took a spot on the couch, and Louis put Niall in a cradling position.

"Open up, babe," Louis said, and Niall did. He stared up at Louis blankly. The boys' blue eyes never left each others, even though Veggie Tales was playing ten feet away.

Niall drank slowly, and when he was finished, he was tired. He curled into Lou's chest, not saying a word, and he was out in seconds.

Louis looked down at him with worry. He didn't like how distant his baby was being.

After he made sure Niall was asleep, he stood up, and took him up to his room. He placed the blonde in his bed, kissing his cheek.

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"I don't know what's wrong with him," Louis mumbled into the phone. After a week of Niall moping around emotionlessly, he finally called for help. He had their psychiatrist (the very one who diagnosed Niall's depression the first time) on the phone.

"I can come by in about thirty minutes," Mr.Sphere said, his low and raspy voice scratching it's way to the other end of the line.

"Thank you, Doctor. I'll see you then," Louis said, then hung up. He stood up, and looked around for Niall. He needed to clean him up and get him ready for his appointment.