Forever My One Shots

Stressed Out Pt. I

Prompt by: zayns_wifeey

Zayn: 5 years old

Niall: 6 years old

Louis: 7 years old

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It wasn't always like this. Usually on school days, Liam would first wake up Louis before moving on to Niall and Zayn. He would have all three boys up and changed within twenty minutes before sending them downstairs where Harry would have breakfast ready on the table. It was structured and it worked when you had three hyper little boys. However, when news broke that Yaser had gotten hurt in combat, their schedule began to change a bit.

It wasn't anything too serious, they were investigating a village when someone drew a knife and tried to attack the soldiers walking. No one was seriously hurt, but Yaser was still required to file an incident report and get a couple stitches. Upon calling home for the first time since the event, Yaser tried to explain to Zayn that he was fine and had nothing to worry about, but the five year old didn't seem to take it so lightly.

The first time it happened was an early Friday morning. Zayn was turning over in his sleep, trying to find the cold side of his pillow, when he felt a cold substance around his legs. Being annoyed by the feeling, Zayn sleepily sat up and when he pulled the comforter off himself he couldn't help but allow the tears to fill his eyes because he had actually wet the bed. At five years old.

So like any other five year old, Zayn silently began to cry as he jumped off his bed trying to come up with a solution as to what he should do, but when he came up with nothing the boy simply swallowed his pride and began his "walk of shame" over to Liam and Harry's room. The small boy, smaller than the average five year old, quietly entered his uncles' room where he then walked up to Harry's side and gently began to poke the man till he tiredly opened his eyes.

"Zee, what's wrong, baby?" Harry asked, voice raspy as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes.

"I-I'm sor-sorry," Zayn whimpered as he choked back a sob, and upon hearing the boy's cries Harry was quickly sitting up in his bed and pulling Zayn on to his lap only to feel the cold bottoms.

"Oh, baby, did you have an accident?" Harry cooed as he began to bounce the crying boy up and down. When Zayn nodded his head, followed by another sob, Harry couldn't help but coo and hold the boy closer. "It's alright, shh, no need for tears, baby. It was just an accident, it's okay."

With all the crying and cooing going on it was no shock that Liam slowly began to wake up. The man first glanced at the clock, only to see it was five in the morning, before turning to his husband where he then saw the crying Zayn.

"What happened, little man? Have a bad dream?" Liam cooed as he scooted himself closer to the boy.

"He had a little accident, but that's okay cause we're gonna get you cleaned up then we'll change your sheets before we try to sleep for another hour or so. That sound good, bubba?" Harry cooed and Zayn nodded with a hiccup. From there, Harry passed Zayn over to Liam so the man could give Zayn a small bath while he fixed up Zayn's mattress. By the time both men were done it was only 5:30, so the three of them crawled back into Harry and Liam's big bed where they were quick to fall back asleep.

Upon thinking it was a one time thing, Liam and Harry didn't do much about it. Sure they assured Zayn that it's fine to have accidents, and they double checked that he used the toilet before he went to bed but that's about it. However, their thoughts were quickly proven wrong when the very next night the same thing occurred.

For remaining nights of the weekend, Zayn ended up wetting the bed every single night, and by the time Monday came around Harry was seriously getting worried. So worried that he even scheduled an appointment with the little boy's doctor for after school.