Baby "Jayn"

"A-am sh-showwy shiw"

Chapter 3
{Niall's POV}

Zayn trudged over to the couch and climbed on it. Liam placed the CD in the DVD player and the movie began to load.
Niall grabbed a packet of Doritos from the kitchen cabinet. "Bring the salsa!"
he yelled at Harry.
So there they were, the four members of One Direction watching Toy Story 1 with a toddler.
Oh, and eating Doritos too.
As the movie started, Liam walked over and sat beside Zayn. Zayn seemed so hesitant and tentative around the boys. He even scooted away from Liam.
Niall guessed it would take some time for him to open up.
The movie played and Niall would occasionally snicker at the cartoon animations.
He glanced to his left to see Harry already asleep, his head on Louis's shoulder.
Niall glanced to his right where Liam and Zayn were watching the movie intently.
"Zayn." Niall whispered.

Zayn turned his beautiful cute hazel eyes at him.
Niall offered him some Doritos. As expected, Zayn hesitated a bit before he raised a hand and picked a few crisps from the packet.
The Irish lad continued to watch the movie, a feeling of satisfaction spreading inside him.
Without knowing, time snaked by and the movie was about to end. Just then, someone pressed the doorbell.
Zayn, who's eyes had begun to droop, jerked awake immediately, eyes wide and scared.
"It's okay." Liam assured him.
Niall paused the movie and went to open the door. As the door swung automatically open, three men greeted him.
"Guys, they're here!" Niall called. "Come on in fellas." he told them.
Louis came towards them.
"The name's Mick." One of them said. "All the equipment is in the car."
Louis nodded and turned to Niall. "Zayn's falling asleep, just take him to your room for now."
Niall nodded and walked into the living room. Zayn had fallen asleep on the couch, Harry was yawning and stretching, while Liam was cleaning up all the mess.

The Irish lad walked over and carefully picked Zayn up, one arm under his head, the other under his legs. Harry had been right. Zayn was lighter than he looked.
The thought made Niall sad and angry. He climbed up the stairs and walked over to his room, pushing the door open with his foot. He made his way over to his bed and gently laid Zayn down, pulling the warm duvet over him.
Niall smiled at Zayn. His mouth was open even though he was breathing through his nose. Nobody could deny how adorable he was looking right now, his long eyelashes framing his closed lids.
Niall found himself leaning forward and giving him a kiss on the forehead, before exiting the room.
Time to give the spare room a makeover.

🍼🍼🍼Zayn🍼🍼🍼
Dad walked over to him, his favorite belt in hand. Zay backed away until he hit the cupboard. "A-am sh-showwy shiw."
Dad shook his head, his eyes narrowed. "You're pathetic. I get it why Trisha left us. It was because of you!"
Zayn covered his hands with his eyes just as he felt the man's all too familiar strong arms. He turned him around, before raising the belt.
Zayn winced and clenched his teeth as a hard smack burned on his back. Then another one, and another one.
The toddler couldn't hold it any longer. He screamed.
Oh, what an awful mistake.
Dad sneered at him. "I told you not to scream, you little piece of shit!"
He was about to kick him, but Zayn slipped away. He ran out of the room, and bounded down the stairs, slipping every now and then. "Zayn!"
His back stung like crazy, but he kept running. He had to get away.

"Zayn!"
Zayn's eyes fluttered open and he stared into blue eyes. The toddler screamed and kicked at the person, scrambling away.
"Hey, hey, calm down." The man tried to assure him.
The door swung open and the rest of the boys came. Harry, the one with the brown hair, and the blonde one. Zayn's eyes darted back to the man in front of him. He'd kicked him. Oh no.
"A-am showwy sh-shiw." Zayn said, squeezing his eyes shut, expecting the man to take off his belt and smack him any minute.
"Shh, Zayn it's okay. He's not going to say anything." Harry said softly, walking over to him. He tried to wrap his arms around him, but Zayn pushed him away. He didn't want to be near these people. Zayn was afraid that if he told them that, they would be angry.
Niall walked over to him with a bottle of water. "Here." he said gently.
Zayn tentatively reached out and grabbed the bottle. Harry uncorked it for him and then Zayn, supporting the bottle with his two hands, gulped the refreshing liquid down.

"What happened?" Liam demanded.
The blue-eyed man bit his lip. "I came in to grab Niall's phone for him, but then-" he glanced at Zayn.
Zayn looked down, heat rising to his cheeks. He'd been caught. The man with the blue eyes knew he had dreams. He probably thought that Zayn was pathetic, just as Dad had said.
It wasn't long before Zayn would get sent back to the adoption centre. It was fine though, he didn't want to stay here from the start. These big men scared him, if he was being honest.
They had this black coloring on their arms, except for the blonde one. They also owned such a big house. Dad had taught Zayn that people in big houses were always and would always be mean.
If they didn't take him back to the adoption centre, Zayn might as well run away...

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