Carrier

Dazed and Confused

Liam's POV

"They drugged him," Harry's words make me stop in my task of trying to get Luke to eat some baby food. He keeps hitting the spoon away splattering baby food all over himself, I and the tour bus' tiny kitchen. Which of course makes him fall into a fit of giggles.

"Somebody drugged, Zayn? With what and why?" I ask wiping the baby food off my face trying to dodge Luke's hands as he grabs at my shirt whimpering wanting milk not baby food.

"They gave him some South American drug called scopolamine. I guess it would put him in a robot like state and they could tell him to do anything. Daniel, Dr. Ada's son, said that who ever gave it to him could have told him to murder somebody and he would have done it. When he called you and his mum he must have been told what to say,I don't really know how it works. Really weird and scary. The drug is highly illegal for obvious reasons and is difficult to get," Harry explains a look of shock in his eyes his cell phone held limply in his hand.

"I bet you it was Naughty Boy and maybe even Perrie. They have enough reason to do it. Both their careers rely on Zayn and they're cruel enough to do it. I never trusted either one of them from the start. The question is what are their big game plan and how the hell are we going to get Zayn out of there?" Louis asks taking a seat in the booth as Niall and him both come over to join in on the conversation.

"I don't know. I just want him here and safe," I reply feeling like every nerve in my is on edge. What could they possibly want so bad that they would have to brainwash Zayn to get it?

I focus on trying to get Luke to eat, but he keeps fussing and hitting at me and pulling the top of my shirt. Not wanting to put up with this I give in. I pull him into my lap and take my shirt off tossing it to the side before letting him lean in and suck at my nipple wincing a little when his tiny teeth bit the sensitive skin. I keep my other hand below his feet, on my stomach not wanting him to kick me on accident.

"Liam, you can't always give in. You need to start getting him to eat baby food. Try giving baby formula out of a baby bottle. It might help, the feeling of the top would be similar to nipple," Niall suggests watching as I lean into Louis' legs tiredly.

"I know, but what am I suppose to do. He won't eat the baby food and doesn't like the taste of formula he puked it all up when I tried to give him to last time. I don't understand why he is being more difficult than Jeremiah. Jeremiah has stopped entirely breast feeding," I sigh rubbing my youngest son's back worriedly. I don't know if I can keep up the feedings with the pregnancy. It all feels like too much and I am always exhausted.

"He has always been a daddy's boy, probably doesn't want to lose the closeness he has with you with the feedings. Try doing some formula and snuggling afterwards or we could get one of those pumps to take the breast milk right out and give it to him through a bottle," Harry suggests making me sigh.

"I don't know. Those things I have heard hurt and I don't know if they're safe while pregnant. I'll just keep experimenting and try snuggling always after," I sigh relaxing into Louis' touch as runs his fingers through my hair,"Does anybody have any ideas about Zayn? I don't want him being brainwashed by whoever. He needs to be here with us," I say wanting the attention off Luke and I and also wanting to focus on the real problem at hand.

"I say we call Daniel and Paul back. Have them get Zayn out of there, kidnap him if they have to," Niall suggests.

"That could get them in trouble and we wouldn't find the who or why," Harry says as he sits on the floor beside me playing with Jeremiah.

"We KNOW who. It's the jack ass and whore. I would love to get them pinned for it. I wonder if they'll look good in orange? Hm is it bad I can see both of them in prison uniforms?" Louis laughs at the end a smile playing across his lips.