Baby "Jayn"

"Jayn ish not fweeling vewy well"

Chapter 9
{Zayn}

Zayn rolled over, a soft groan emitting from him. His head hurt and his nose felt stuffed. He sat up, blinking his eyes to get used to the light seeping through the curtains. Standing up, the toddler climbed out of bed, his body feeling like a sack of potatoes. Zayn reached out on tiptoes and opened the door. He clutched Ziam to his chest. He quietly and slowly walked downstairs, his head spinning. The boys were seated in the living room, Niall covered in warm blankets. Louis's eyes landed on Zayn and he smiled softly. "Good Morning."
Zayn didn't have the strength to answer and instead walked over and climbed on the sofa, leaning back against it. Liam raised an eyebrow. "Are you feeling alright?"
Zayn looked down and bit his lip, shrugging his small shoulders.
"Good Morning. Want some hot chocolate?" Harry asked, exiting the kitchen. Zayn nodded eagerly and accepted the warm cup gratefully. "I cooled it down a bit." Harry smiled before handing one to Niall who sighed in content.
Zayn took a sip, feeling warmth spread through his body.

Suddenly, a cold hand touched his forehead and he jumped, almost spilling his drink. Liam frowned. "You've got a fever."
Zayn's eyes widened. Was he sick? He hated, totally utterly despised being sick. You just had to sit in bed all day doing nothing.
"N-no, am fweeling fine." He argued.
Louis raised an eyebrow and glanced at Niall who was blowing hard into his tissue. "I don't think so." he turned back to Zayn, placing his hand on his forehead. Louis nodded, a frown on his face. "Liam's right, you're too warm."
Zayn huffed and slumped down. He didn't want to be sick!
"Am fweeling-" Zayn started, when suddenly his head spun and his vision blurred. He gripped Louis's arm tightly. "Hey, what happened. Are you okay?" Harry asked, worry etched on his face.
"Ow." Zayn muttered. He blinked a few times to clear the black spots in front of him before turning back to sipping his hot chocolate as if nothing had happened. The boys stared at him as if he was crazy.

"Am owkay." Zayn assured them, placing his empty cup on the coffee table.
"No, you're not. I'll check your temperature." Harry said, removing his hand on Zayn's forehead. He disappeared to the kitchen, only to come back seconds later with a weird little thing in his hand. "Whatsh dat?" Zayn asked, alarmed. He had lied to them, were they going to punish him for it?
"It's a digital thermometer." Niall explained, placing his empty cup on the coffee table.
Zayn leaned back a little just as Harry put the thingy in his ear. He winced, ready for something to hurt him, but instead Zayn heard a beep.
Harry pulled it out, glancing at the monitor. "Yup, you've got a fever."'
Zayn crossed his arms. "No. Jayn not have a fewer."
Louis rolled his eyes. "I've tried that one plenty of times, buddy. It never works. You ain't getting anyplace with these two. Liam's the daddy, while Harry's the nurse."
Niall laughed. "True that."
Zayn rolled his eyes, but ended up getting dizzy.

He sniffed in an attempt to clear his stuffed nose, only to make it worse. Zayn groaned quietly, burying his head in his small hands. "What hurts?" Harry asked gently.
"Head." Zayn replied, a yawn escaping his mouth.
Louis placed a blanket on him, shoving him gently back to lay down. Zayn snuggled in the warm comfort of the fabric, his heavy head resting on his bent knees. "Ow." he mumbled, closing his eyes in an attempt to block the pain. He felt someone sit beside him, pulling him into a warm hug. Oddly, Zayn felt warmth surge through him and he snuggles closer to the person, letting out a heavy breath and closing his eyes.

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He hadn't planned on it, but eventually he had fallen asleep. The toddler's eyes fluttered open and he blinked a few times. He was lying on the couch alone, the boys seemed to be gone. Zayn heard the front door close, and he assumed they had arrived from wherever they'd been. Zayn expected them to come into the living room anytime. Instead, a man with dark hair came into view. Zayn's eyes widened. "D-d-dad?" he blurted out.
The man's eyes narrowed to dark slits. "Amwean s-swir." Zayn corrected, throwing the blanket off of him. He slid to the floor, ready to run if he had to. Except his head hurt terribly, and he ended up clutching it tightly. He heard a few footsteps, and suddenly he was grabbed by his shirt. Zayn's heart raced in fear as dad glared at him. "You little pest. Having fun, huh? While I'm rotting away!"
Zayn winced, his head hurting horribly. A hard slap on his face made him flinch, and tears stung his eyes. "J-Jayn'sh showwy swir." Zayn stuttered, the tears running down his face. Dad dropped him to the ground, and a scream escaped Zayn's mouth as he felt a swift kick in his left abdomen.

"Zayn!" Niall shook him awake. Zayn blinked his eyes, his heart racing. The boys were gathered around him, worry etched on their faces. Zayn sat up, a hand resting on his stomach. He wasn't feeling too good.
Liam made him drink a glass of water, and Zayn gratefully accepted it. He leaned heavily on the person beside him, which happened to be Louis, letting out a small sigh.
His nose was totally blocked and his eyes were burning. For some odd reason, his stomach was churning and he felt like throwing up. "Jayn ish not fweeling vewy well." he groaned. Harry placed a hand on his forehead, and his eyes widened. "He's very warm."
Just then, the color drained from the toddler's face. Luckily Louis understood what was going to happen before it did. He ran into the kitchen. Just as Zayn couldn't contain it any longer, and nearly vomited on the carpet, he placed a bucket in front of him.
The toddler's shoulders racked as the contents of his stomach left through his mouth. An icky burning foul taste overcame on his tastebuds and Zayn gagged.

His stomach ached as he threw up into the bucket, tears forming in his eyes. Someone rubbed his back in comfort as the acidic taste of hot chocolate appeared in his mouth. When Zayn was sure he wouldn't throw up again, he pulled back, breathing heavily. Louis wiped his mouth with some tissue and Zayn buried his head in his hand, not allowing the boys to see the tears leaving his eyes. He flinched as Harry suddenly wrapped his arms around him, pulling him into a hug. He rubbed his back slowly. "Shh, it's okay."
Zayn relaxed a little, sniffling into Harry's shirt. A sob escaped his lips, and Harry squeezed his hand gently. "It's okay." he said, pulling back. "People get sick all the time, you'll get better soon."
Liam pulled his phone out of his pocket. "I'll tell Alberto to bring a few medicines on the way here."

Zayn wiped his eyes with his hands, a shiver running down his spine. Niall noticed and immediately covered him in the blanket which was now lying on the ground.
He smiled. "There, now-a-a-a-achoo." he sneezed, sniffing. Louis looked sternly at him. "Back to your own sofa." he scolded. Niall groaned. "Oh come on." his voice sounded all stuffed and weird.
Zayn absentmindedly leaned towards Liam, closing his eyes. He rubbed his arms as he was starting to freeze. "Try to sleep." Liam told him softly. Zayn hummed in agreement, his eyes already drooping. He cuddled closer as gentle arms wrapped around him, rubbing his arms and keeping him warm.

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