Baby "Jayn"

"Am not a babwy"

Chapter 12
{Louis}

Louis stuffed his mouth with popcorn, his hand reaching out for more. "He's dead, oh he's dead." he mumbled. Niall nodded along, his eyes fixated on the robot on the screen. Harry shook his head. "They're gonna destroy him."
"Hey, what are you doing up?" Liam asked, making the other boys turn their attention towards him. Zayn was standing on the last step of the stairs, Ziam under his arm, a blanket in the other. "Jayn couldn't shleep."
Louis smiled, patting the space beside him. "C'mere."
Zayn trudged over and climbed on the sofa. For some reason, his nose and cheeks were red. "Do you have a fever again?" Harry asked, reaching out to place his hand on Zayn's forehead. He shook his head. "No, you don't."
Zayn shrugged. "I fweel owkay."
"You dozed off at least thee times today." Niall said, his nose blocked. "Could be why you can't sleep." Liam nodded in agreement. He glanced at the tv which was paused right when the thugs had found Chappie.

Zayn wiped his nose, and Louis noticed how runny it had become. He grabbed a tissue and wiped the toddler's nose.
"Oh wait, I bought something earlier today!" Harry exclaimed suddenly, standing up excitedly. "I remember when I was little, I had one too. It usually helped me to sleep. Thought I'd buy it though I didn't expect it to be of any use anytime soo-"
"Harold." Louis interrupted. "What are you talking about?"
Harry grinned, disappearing into the kitchen.
"I swear I'll marry him if he comes out with cake." Niall muttered.
Sure enough, Harry came out minutes later with something in his hand, except it wasn't cake.
"A bottle?" Niall asked, glancing at Zayn. "Isn't he too old for a bottle with milk in?"
Harry shook his head. "It's hot milk with a little honey in it. Helps with a cold."
Zayn frowned as Harry handed him the bottle. "Am not a babwy."
"Just drink it. You can keep it if it's good. It helps to sleep too." Harry said confidently.

Zayn began to suck on the nipple, his small hands lifting the bottle up. "How is it?" Louis asked curiously.
The toddler lounged back on the sofa, making himself comfortable. "It'sh tasty." he mumbled, before drinking again.
Harry grinned proudly and Louis's heart fluttered. Why did he have to be such a cute idiot?
"But, the movie?" Niall asked. Harry smiled. "He'll fall asleep soon. Honey with milk works wonders on sleep too."
Sure enough, 25 minutes later Zayn was breathing evenly, the empty bottle placed on his rising and falling chest. Liam smiled, picking the light blue bottle up and placing it on the table. "I'll carry him to his room."
The lad lifted Zayn up, making sure Ziam didn't fall out of his grip. Harry placed the blanket on Zayn as Liam climbed up the stairs.
When Liam came down, the boys started the movie, small smiles on their lips.

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Niall made his way down the stairs, cursing inwardly at his nose. When he entered the kitchen, he noticed everyone sitting on the table eating omelet made by Liam. His stomach growled, and the lad sat down, greeting everyone.
"We have a photoshoot today." Louis mumbled, sipping his orange juice. Niall shrugged as Liam placed an omelet on his plate. "I feel okay, not too bad."
Coughing made him glance at Zayn, who immediately drank water to hide it. "He's been coughing all night." Liam said, pulling a drawer. He picked up the coughing syrup Niall had taken yesterday, and walked over to Zayn. "It's just syrup that will soothe your throat." Liam assured him as he filled the spoon. Zayn opened his mouth, grimacing a bit as the stinging liquid went down his throat. As Niall began to dig in on his breakfast, Harry told the boys the day's plans. "The photoshoot will take a few hours, because we have the editing to do too. I don't think we'll be doing anything extra today."
Liam shook his head, drinking his milk. "Nah, me neither. Besides, Zayn and Niall need some time to rest."
The Irish lad huffed. "I'm okay."
"Me too." Zayn mumbled, but got cut off by his coughing. Niall rolled his eyes, a smile on his lips.

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"Niall, in the middle." Cassandra instructed. Niall walked over to stand in the middle, wrapping his arms around the glass bottle. A few shots were taken before they had to do another pose. "After this, it's break before the second round of cover up images." Cassandra informed them, the boys nodding along.
When they were done, Liam chuckled to himself. "I had thought the bird form would be cool."
Harry rolled his eyes. "The bird form is worst. Like, who cares whether you're flying or not." Louis grinned, nudging him gently.
Niall uncapped his water bottle before taking a few gulps. His eyes landed on the toddler sitting by the far wall on the couch, Paddy promising to look after him.
The boys walked over to Zayn who was playing intently on Niall's phone. Niall grinned. Candy crush was sick, nobody could deny that.
"Which level are you on?" Louis asked him.
A grin tugged on the toddler's lips. "Two jewo."

"I'm actually on 15, never got past it." Liam mumbled. Louis oohed him, making in turn Niall laugh and Harry grin.
"He's a nice lad." Paddy informed them. "Doesn't bother anyone."
Zayn glanced at the bodyguard, his eyes showing how much he was judging him. Niall had learned one thing about Zayn. The lad didn't trust anyone easily, and he always contemplated whether to do so or not.
As Cassandra called them back, Niall smiled at Zayn. "We have a few things to do before we're done." he told him. The toddler nodded silently, his eyes glued to the little screen.

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When Zayn's eyes had begun to burn, he had given up on level 25. The toddler wasn't feeling too well, his throat aching badly, making him cough every five minutes. Paddy asked him if he was feeling alright and Zayn just answered with a nod. The fact that he was on verge of throwing up, made him anxious. The boys were still not done with their picture thing, the blonde woman still taking her pics.
Zayn frowned. Why were they doing that anyway? Like, couldn't they take pictures at home? And who would look at a boring picture with a white background? Zayn wasn't too fond of such pictures.
The toddler's eyes widened as his mind went back to remembering the only picture he was fond of, tucked safely under his pillow. He smiled softly, looking down at his shoes.
A wave of nausea knocked over him and the toddler groaned, burying his head in the arm of the white couch. Paddy glanced at him with worry, but Zayn couldn't care less. He wasn't feeling too well. Argh, he wasn't feeling to well. Zayn squeezed his burning eyes shut, silently praying for the nauseous feeling to fade.

It only grew, making the toddler bit his lip. The boys weren't done, and it didn't look like they'd be done anytime soon. However, in the middle of a photo, Louis caught his gaze. "Hold up." he said, and Zayn sat up straight as the boy marched over to him. "Louis!" The blonde women complained.
Louis raised a hand. "Five minutes." he kneeled down, his eyes full of worry. The other boys appeared at his side, their brows furrowed as they glanced at Zayn.
"What?" Zayn said, a bitter taste in his mouth. Oh no.
"Are you feeling alright?" Niall asked. He rolled his eyes. "I take that back, you are not feeling alright. You're all pale and green."
"How can he be pale and green at the same time?" Harry asked bluntly.
"Guys," Liam interrupted, placing a hand on Zayn's forehead. "Oh, he's warm."
Louis bit his lip. "Did anyone take the medicines with them?"
"Uh...no?" Niall replied.
Another wave came upon him, and the toddler couldn't help the groan that left his mouth.

Zayn leaned heavily forward, Louis catching him. "I think he needs to rest." Paddy said, his big hand checking Zayn's foreheads, making the young lad flinch.
Zayn's hand flew to his mouth. Do not throw up, do not throw up, do not-
But it was too late. The boys backed away just as the morning's contents spilled on the floor in an ugly liquid. Zayn couldn't help himself, and he wished he could just disappear. He wished the floor to swallow him wide. Oh wait, no not the floor.
Hands rubbed his back, but Zayn didn't feel assured. His stomach ached badly every time something left his mouth, and Zayn could also taste his salty tears.
When he was done, his mouth was wiped and someone picked him up. Zayn buried his head in the person's shoulder, the smell of Louis familiar to him. His arms instinctually  wrapped around Louis's neck as silent tears kept spilling down his cheeks. This was exactly what he'd dreaded. He'd thrown up on the floor of where they worked, interrupting them deeply. Zayn sobbed into Louis's shoulder. Why couldn't he just disappear? He could feel everybody's eyes on his back, making goosebumps rise on his skin.

Louis's hand rubbed his back soothingly, whispering reassuringly. "It's okay. Nobody cares, you'll be okay."
It was almost as if he understood exactly what was going through Zayn's mind. The toddler pulled back sniffling, gazing into those blue eyes that reminded him so much of someone, but even then, the two persons were completely different. Louis smiled reassuringly, his eyes conveying a clear and soothing message.
It will be okay.
Zayn dropped his head on the older lad's shoulder, letting out a deep sigh.

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