Baby "Jayn"

"Am not hungwy"

Chapter 10
{Harry}

"He's burning up." Louis sighed. "Should we wake him up and give him the medicine?"
Harry bit his lip, contemplating whether to or not. Liam shook his head, stroking Zayn's hair. "Let him sleep. We'll give it to him when he wakes up."
Harry nodded in agreement and glanced at Niall who was snoring softly, huddled up in his blankets. A smile small lit the lad's face and he shook his head. "I'll carry Zayn to his room, he'll get disturbed down here."
He walked over and lifted Zayn up, one hand under his head, while the other under his legs. Harry climbed up the stairs, and pushed Zayn's door open with his socketed foot. He made his way to the toddler's bed, carefully laying him down, pulling the covers over him. As he turned to leave, Harry felt a tug on his shirt. He stared at Zayn who had his small hand curled around Harry's shirt. "Shtay." he said, his voice coming out stuffy.
Harry nodded and climbed on the bed, thanking Liam silently for not buying a baby bed or a crib. His eyebrows raised in surprise as Zayn cuddled closer to him, burying his face in Harry's chest.

Harry could feel the heat vibrate off the little guy through his shirt. Zayn's breathing was uneven and strained, his mouth open. Harry allowed his arm to wrap around the toddler as Zayn shuddered.
He didn't know how much time had passed, but eventually Harry started to nod off despite feeling wide awake before. Louis's head popped behind the door. A grin appeared on the older lad's face as he stared at the scene in front of him. Harry shot him a glare as Louis pulled his phone out. He was afraid Zayn would wake up or Harry would have moved out of the way. As Louis took the pic, a sweet smile was placed on his face, and Harry couldn't resist the smile as it creeped up on his own lips.

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Zayn's eyes fluttered open and he groaned softly. He rolled over and took a few breaths, irritation coming over him at his blocked nose. The first thing he noticed was the arm above his head. The second thing he noticed was the soft breathing of someone beside him. Zayn scowled and turned his head to look at Harry. He then remembered that he'd mumbled for him to stay. Zayn's cheeks reddened and he buried his face in his pillow.
Harry stirred beside him and his eyes fluttered open. He blinked them a couple of times before yawning. He glanced at Zayn and smiled. "How are you feeling?"
Zayn bit his lip. His nose was stuffed, his throat hurt, and he was freezing. "Am owkay."
Harry sat up and stretched. "That's good, let me check your fever." Zayn moved out of the way, but Harry had already touched his forehead. He looked sternly at him. "You still have a fever. Come on, I'll give you the medicine."
Zayn sighed, a pout on his face as he slid off the bed. Immediately, his head hurt and he squeezed his eye shut, muttering. "Ow, ow, ow ow."
Harry kneeled down, the worry clear on his face. "I'll carry you, okay?"

Zayn's eyes widened and he shook his head. Harry sighed. "I carried you while you were asleep. Besides, how else will you get downstairs?"
Zayn rubbed his forehead, an odd feeling coursing through him. The fact that Harry had asked him, knowing he didn't like it when anybody touched him, made him a bit happy.
Zayn nodded slowly, and Harry smiled. He lifted him up, and Zayn tried not to react or be afraid. Harry was just carrying him.
The lad walked downstairs where Louis and Liam were lounging on the couch, their faces sour. Niall was sleeping peacefully, his head leaning on Liam's shoulder. Harry frowned. "What happened?"
Liam sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Talked to management about the photoshoot. Told them Niall had a cold, and Zayn had a fever. They argued a bit, but eventually cancelled it."
Louis rolled his eyes. "It pisses me off so damn much. I swear I'll jump with joy when the contract's done."

Liam slapped the back of his head. "Watch your mouth."
Louis's eyes widened and he glanced at Zayn as if just noticing him. His eyes darted to Harry who was still holding the toddler. Zayn looked up at Harry. "Ywou can let Jayn go now."
"Oh, yeah." Harry walked over and gently sat Zayn down beside Liam. "How are you feeling?" Louis asked. Zayn was about to answer, but Harry cut him off. "He's got a fever and his head hurts. I think his nose is blocked too."
Zayn glared at Harry as he walked over with some kind of syrup and a spoon. "Open up." Harry instructed. Zayn stared at the bottle in his hands.
"It's just syrup. It's medicine which will help you get better." Liam explained.
Zayn opened his mouth hesitantly and gagged as the syrup entered his mouth. "It'sh yuck." he said, wiping his tongue with his sleeve. It tasted like burnt rubber dipped in coke. Where Zayn came up with the taste, he had no idea.
Niall grunted from Liam's shoulder, lifting his head up and blinking his eyes at them.

"How you feelin?" Louis asked. Niall shrugged, leaning back against the sofa. "Better."
While Louis told him about what they had told Harry, Zayn looked around for a blanket. He was shivering badly. "Hey, c'mere." Liam said, opening his arms to wrap Zayn in the warm blanket from earlier. Zayn obliged, Liam rubbing his arms before letting go. There was a beep from the kitchen, and Harry's eyes widened. He ran away to check on something. He appeared later with a few plates with something on them. As he came closer, Zayn noticed it was pizza. "Yass," Niall said, sitting upright. Louis rubbed his palms and the two began to dig in. "Thanks Hazza." Liam began to nibble on his and Harry reached over to Zayn with his plate. Zayn, huddled up in his blankets, let out a breath. "Am not hungwy." Harry's brow furrowed. "But you have to eat. Come on, just one slice."
Zayn shook his head. "No, Jayn don't wanna eat."
"Just one slice, Zayn. You have to eat to get better." Liam argued.
Zayn shook his head again, adamant on not eating. He felt like he would throw up again.

Harry cut the slice in three sections. He picked up the tiniest and gestured for Zayn to open his mouth. Zayn kept it closed.
"Don't you want to get better?" Louis asked. Zayn shook his head. "Jayn don't wanto eat."
Harry sighed. "We'll have to take you to the doctor then." The toddler's eyes widened. "D-d-doctow? Why?"
"Because you're not eating and then you won't get better." Liam continued.
Zayn bit his lip, looking down. "Owkay," he said quietly. "Jayn will eat."
Harry smiled widely as Zayn opened his mouth and took a bite from the pizza. It tasted pretty good, Zayn was just worried of throwing up again.
"I was thinking we could watch Chappie." Louis said. Niall turned away and coughed before nodding. "Yeah, okay."
Liam shook his head. "Zayn's sick too, we have to watch something else." Zayn opened his mouth as Harry brought another slice.
"A movie which is suitable for kids." Niall noted. "Aww, those are boring."
Louis rolled his eyes. "I'll see if there's a good one I can find."

Half an hour later and the boys were huddled up together in blankets, a bowl of popcorn at the ready. "Which movie is it?" Harry asked. Louis grinned. "Big Hero 6."
To be honest, Zayn found the movie pretty cool. He liked the boy, Hero. His favorite part was when they made themselves super heroes. Now that was cool. However, as he kept watching, his eyes began to feel heavier and it wasn't from sleep. Zayn rubbed them, a soft gasp leaving his mouth as his stomach churned. Liam looked down at him with worry. "Are you feeling okay?" Zayn bit his lip and nodded. He tried to focus on the movie again, but his attention was on his stomach's actions instead. He knew he shouldn't have eaten the pizza. Zayn's hand flew to his mouth to prevent himself from throwing up. Liam noticed, his eyes growing wide as he jumped up and quickly brought the bucket from the kitchen. Zayn couldn't hold it any longer and nearly threw up on the carpet, Liam reaching just in time. The toddler began to vomit badly, and the boys's eyes widened, their previously glued attention now focused on him instead.
Liam rubbed Zayn's back as the toddler wheezed, the recent meal coming out of his mouth.

Zayn's stomach ached and his shoulders racked as he continued vomiting. When he was finally done, he had hot tears streaming down his face. Liam wiped his mouth, before pulling him into a warm hug. Zayn found himself wrapping his arms around Liam's waist, not caring anymore whether they saw him crying or nor. The pain in his stomach was too much to bear. Especially combined with his blocked nose, sore throat and heavy eyes. Liam stroked his hair, rocking him gently. "Shh, it's okay. You'll get better soon." Zayn sniffled into his shirt, his sobs lessening. "Jayn doesh n-not fweel v-vewy good."
"We know." Louis said softly, rubbing his back reassuringly.
Zayn pulled away from Liam. He wiped his eyes and cheeks before looking down, his head beginning to hurt because of the crying.
Harry wrapped the blanket around him and told Zayn to lay down. Zayn shook his head, knowing his head would hurt more. "Jayn'sh head huts."
Harry pushed him gently down, making his head rest in Liam's lap. Liam began to gently massage his head, and Zayn couldn't deny the comfort he felt. He didn't feel like sleeping, but he didn't feel like staying awake either.
As he mentioned before, he hated being sick.

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How was the chapter? I'm not sure when I'll be updating since I twisted my fingers, and it's hard to write. I'm glad I found this chapter lying around in my notes though ;)
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