Baby "Jayn"

"My thwoat huts"

Chapter 13
{Zayn}

Zayn's eyes fluttered open and he grimaced. His head felt heavy, and his throat hurt. A strong arm was wrapped around his waist, pulling him close to a chest. Zayn glanced up, his cheek getting tickled by Louis' stubble. The lad was sleeping peacefully, breathing deeply. Zayn didn't want him to wake up, and therefore he didn't move. He glanced around the room. He hadn't seen Louis' room before. It was quite cozy, two side tables placed on either side of the bed. Zayn noticed that the space beside him was crumpled, the covers folded, as if someone else had slept there.
The toddler began to become bored just lying there. He decided he could sneak out of Louis' arms. As he was about to move the lad's arms, Louis's other arm landed on top of him in a warm hug. Zayn frowned, about to push the arm away when his eyes landed on the different designs from black color. His small fingers traced the big black bird on his arm, the young lad's eyes darting to the lines and cross. Zayn's finger followed the long arrow which was drawn under his arm. He noticed a stick man on a skateboard, a yellow cartoon thing, and a little clock like thing. Zayn's fingers moved on top of it, it was a compass?

Zayn glanced up Louis' arm to see an animal too, a heart on top of it. He turned his attention on the arm under him, his breath catching as he glanced at the knife. It looked sharp and was drawn with black, just like the others. Zayn's hand tentatively reached out to touch it, his small fingers running up the blade towards the hilt. Why would Louis have a knife? Zayn swallowed hardly, looking up at the sleeping lad. Weren't these things on forever? Zayn recalled an old memory of his dad saying something when he got one.

The door slammed hard, making Zayn drop his headphones and hide them under the pillow. He quickly cleaned the living room, his heart thumping crazily in his chest. When he was done, he tip toed upstairs, but froze as soon as dad said his name, "Zayn!"
"Y-yes swir." Zayn and mumbled. "Y-y-yes s-wir?" he asked louder.
"Come here!"
Zayn bit his lip. If he ran upstairs and locked his door, dad would be mad and then the next morning he would be yelling and then he would receive his punishment. Zayn sighed, trudging downstairs. "Y-yes swir?" he asked as he walked into the living room where dad was lying on the couch, a bandage wrapped on his forearm. Tears formed in the man's eyes, a hand gripping one of his glass bottles tightly.
"You see this?" he whispered.
"S-see w-what?" Zayn stuttered as his father stood up and walked towards him. Zayn flinched as he came close, but dad didn't seem to notice. He pulled the bandage off, grimacing deeply. Zayn glanced down, his eyes wide. There was a big black heart, but it was broken, the pieces continuing down to the man's wrist.
"It'll always stay there. The proof." Dad harshly whispered. "I did it today. I went to her grave."
For a three year old, Zayn's eyes widened. He knew exactly which grave his dad was talking about. The toddler began to shake, taking a few steps back. "Zayn-"
Zayn sprinted off, running upstairs. "Zayn!" his dad yelled, and Zayn flinched as he heard glass shattering. He locked the door to his room, his heart thumping wildly.

Zayn swallowed the tears stinging his eyes, burying his head in the pillow. Why did these boys have so many of these on their arms? Why did Louis have a knife? Zayn's mind raced with all the different options. However, as his throat suddenly became sore and he was forced to cough, the toddler forgot all about the tattoos, focusing rather on his current problem. Sickness.
As Zayn covered his mouth, his body racking with the coughs, Louis stirred beside him. The older lad's eyes fluttered open and he glanced down groggily at Zayn. After a few minutes, the coughing ceased and Zayn felt stupid to have woken Louis up. "Sowwy." he mumbled.
Louis smiled. He sat up, removing his right arm from on top of Zayn. "No, it's oka-a-a-ay." he yawned.

He removed his other arm from under Zayn so that he could stretch. After letting out a sigh of relief as some bones cracked, Louis turned towards him. He placed his hand on his forehead. "Be completely honest. How are you feeling?"
Zayn shrugged, sitting up on the bed. "My thwoat huts." he admitted.
"Is that all?, cause you are pale." Louis noticed, his brows furrowed. Zayn nodded, ignoring his lightly hurting head. Louis smiled. "Well then. Let's eat some delicious breakfast made by Haz, you really look like you need the energy."
Zayn pursed his lips. He didn't want to eat. He guessed he would have to tell the boys downstairs. He slipped down the bed, a little dizzy as he landed on the floor. Louis lifted him up and sat him up on his shoulders. Zayn's eyes were wide with surprise. He gripped the lad's hair tightly. He glanced down, he did not like the view. At all.
"Scared?" Louis teased. Zayn clenched his jaw. "No."
"Well, then." Louis said, running down the stairs. Zayn nearly let out a scream as he almost collided with the roof, then suddenly Louis landed on the last step.

He turned around quickly, making Zayn giggle. Faster and faster, and eventually Zayn's giggles lessened to groans. Louis groaned himself as he stopped abruptly, staggering as he tried to gain control. "The room's spinning." The lad informed him, and Zayn noticed he was right. The tv was going around till it was on his left, the sofa changing it's position.
Louis suddenly collapsed on the sofa, Zayn falling on his back, their eyes dazed.
Niall walked out of the kitchen, a glass of orange juice in his hand. "What happened to you lads? Look like zombie's."
Zayn couldn't help, but giggle, Louis laughing along. "Try spinning around for five minutes, mate." Louis told him, Zayn nodding his head.

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Zayn picked out the yellow color pencil, coloring Batman in his coloring book. The lad was sitting on the carpet in his room. He had been avoiding the boys since breakfast. They wanted him to eat, and they couldn't give him the medicine on an empty stomach.
Zayn shook his head, picking out black. Why didn't they understand that he would throw up if he ate anything? The food wasn't of any use if he was going to throw it up minutes later.
He had been so engrossed with his coloring that he hadn't noticed the silent creaking of his door opening. Harry walked inside, a tray in hand. He sat down beside Zayn, and the toddler tried to ignore him, to pretend he wasn't there. The tray was filled with a plate with scrambled eggs, a glass of orange juice, coughing medicine, and a spoon.
"Jayn not eat." Zayn said firmly, coloring Batman's mask.
Harry sighed. "Zayn-"
"No." the toddler said stubbornly.
"I wasn't here to tell you to eat anyway." Harry blurted out.

Zayn looked at him curiously. "No?"
Harry shook his head, biting his lip. "Just here to tell you that you have an appointment with the doctor."
Zayn's eyes widened. "W-why?"
"Because you're not eating when you should." Harry said sadly.
Zayn pursed his lips. "If Jayn eatsh-"
"Then no doctor." Harry assured him.
Zayn groaned. "Owkay, Jayn will eat."
Harry smiled widely. Zayn pouted as the older lad began to feed him. Who made doctors anyway? They are evil, Zayn thought sulkily, opening his mouth for some scrambled eggs.

<><><>A/N<><><>
This chapter is dedicated to @mafe_ocamonjb for her awesome comment on the previous chappie that made a smile light up my face!
Wow. Just wow. I didn't sleep all night 👀😁
I posted four chapters today, completed Sorcery, danced crazily, ate some cookies, and had a Barbie Movie Marathon with my sis. 😩😴😴😴 I'll be a zombie, and it's already 10:45!
Anywaaays, how was the chapter?

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