Baby "Jayn"

"J-Jayn dwon't l-like da d-dawk"

Chapter 30
{Harry}
Chapter dedicated to LittleNarryThings for always commenting and making me smile (:

Harry took a sip from his coffee cup, sitting down by the others. The last week had been incredibly packed, and the boys had been busy and about. The album was half finished and their perfume was ready and at the go.
Harry glanced at Zayn. He was sleeping with his head buried in his crossed on the coffee shop table. The poor lad had been dragged from one place to another, and woken up in the early mornings because of the boys's busy schedule. Harry hoped that now that they were done with the perfume, the bustle would calm down.
"Zayn." Niall shook the lad gently. "Zaynie wake up."
Zayn groaned softly, lifting his head up. His eyes were drooping and he rubbed them. "Jayn'sh tiwed, kiddo." Jayn mumbled, leaning on him. Niall rubbed his back. "I know, come one we're going home."
Zayn didn't answer, and Harry realized he had fallen asleep again. He felt awfully guilty for dragging Zayn in all their errands. He hadn't slept properly for a whole week, and it was taking a toll on him.
Liam picked Zayn up, and the toddler rested his head on his shoulder, breathing softly. The weather outside was terrible, raining pouring down. The boys ran back to the car, driving  home.

<><><>Zayn<><><>
Zayn rubbed his eyes with his fists. He slid from the bed and trudged out of the room, Roar under his arm. Just as he yawned, the light went out. Zayn froze. W-why did the light go out?
"Oh shit." he heard Louis curse from somewhere downstairs.
"It's probably the weather." Harry said.
Zayn looked around in the dark, panic rising in him. Where were they? Where were the stairs?
Zayn swallowed, his hands tightening around Roar. He wanted to yell at the boys, but no voice came out as he stood there frozen. What if the stairs were behind him, what if he fell?
There was a bang from downstairs and Zayn jumped, Roar falling out of his grip. His heart raced and he crouched down. "Ow!" he heard Liam say. "Don't we have a torch somewhere here?"
Zayn moved his hands, his breathing coming out heavily. Come on, where was he?

Suddenly Zayn felt the soft stuffed animal's nose, and he breathed in relief. Just then , he felt something cold brush his hand and he screamed. He grabbed Roar and backed away until he felt the wall behind him. Zayn tried to take deep breaths as tears threatened to spill. He was alone, in the dark.
There was another bang from downstairs and Zayn tried to think clear. I-It sounded so much like when dad came home, the bottle in hand. "Zayn!" a voice yelled and Zayn curled into a ball, trying to block them out. It was mostly in the dark dad punished him. Oh no, dad couldn't have found his way here. How could he?
Suddenly Zayn felt a pair of hands bump into him and he screamed, jumping up and running away. He tried to push down the fear inside him, the panic of it being his father. The dark, the voices, the cool touch...
Zayn didn't know where he was but he yelped as he bumped into something. He patted the top and found out it was a bed. He climbed up and sat there, Roar in his hands. Light seeped in from the hallway and footsteps neared.

Zayn squeezed Roar as tightly as he could. The light came closer. Suddenly, a person with blue eyes came into the room, and Zayn screamed.
"Shhh, it's me Niall. Zayn, it's me." Niall said, placing his phone on his bed as he walked closer. Zayn's vision blurred as tears streaked his cheeks. He tried not to be scared, he shouldn't be scared. He was a big boy now. But whatever he told himself, the tears kept running. Niall loosened his death grip on the tiger, rubbing his hands. "Zayn calm down, it's me." he said gently, pulling him in his arms. Zayn buried his face in Niall's shirt, silent tears spiling down. "J-Jayn dwon't l-like da d-dawk." Zayn stuttered. "Jayn'sh shcawed....Nawiall....pweashe. Thewe wash sh-shomeone."
Niall rubbed his back, kissing his forehead softly. "Shh, it's okay now."
Zayn wrapped his  arms tightly around his torso, taking deep breaths.
The Irish lad picked him up and took him downstairs, the light from the phone shining their way. The boys were all huddled on the couch, three phones lighting up the room. "Hey what happened?" Harry asked worriedly as Niall sat Zayn down beside him and Louis. Zayn looked down, not wanting to admit that he was scared. "He woke up, and well it was dark." Niall explained.

"Jayn'sh shcawed of the dawk." Zayn mumbled. The dark was so cruel, so scary and evil. It always reminded him of his dad. It was the main reason he switched his bedside lamp on before going to sleep.
Louis rubbed his back gently. "It's okay, everybody is scared of something."
"What awe ywou shcawed of?" Zayn asked curiously. Harry spread a blanket over him and he relaxed back on the couch.
"I'm scared of birds." Louis said, scrunching his nose. "Pigeons." Zayn laughed. "But they'we sho cute!"
"I know, but not to me." Louis said, shaking his head. He smirked at Zayn. "Do you know what Liam is scared of?"
Zayn shook his head as Liam groaned. "Here we go."
"Spoons."
Zayn blinked, leaning forward to glance at Liam. "Shpoonsh?"
Niall laughed. "Yeah, he's scared of using other spoons."

Zayn giggled. "But shpoonsh awen't shcawy." he bit his lip, trying not to laugh. "Am showwy fo laughing."
Liam smiled. "It's fine."
"What ish ywou shcawed of Nawiall?"  Zayn asked.
"I'm scared of tight places." Niall said, shaking his head. "I don't like it, at all."
"And I'm scared of snakes." Harry said.
Zayn shuddered. "Shnakesh awe vewy shcawy."
"They are, aren't they?" Harry said. Zayn nodded in agreement. "Jayn'sh shcawed of big plashesh too."
"Big places?" Liam asked in confusion.
Zayn nodded. "Big plashesh whewe ywou can fall."
They were silent for a moment. "Heights?" Louis asked.
Zayn shrugged. "Yesh, big plashes."

"Oh!"
Harry shook his head with a smile. "Heights are scary."
Zayn nodded furiously. "Vewy, ywou can fall!"
Liam's phone buzzed, and he glanced at the screen. "It's management. We're launching the fragrance tomorrow. Press conference."
Zayn huffed. Why were the boys always taking those boring pictures, and singing in that  room, and talking to all those people. Was that what famous meant? "Tomowwow?" Zayn asked, trying not to show them how upset he was.
However, they still noticed. "Yes, but then we're free." Louis assured him with a smile. "Owkay." Zayn said quietly, and he couldn't help but feel disappointed.

<><><>A/N<><><>
Can someone tell Zayn freakin Malik to stop killing me with HQ pics every single day? I mean, I'm not complaining, but hello I need some time to recover from yesterday! ❤️👌
Chapter dedication: LittleNarryThings

xx 😘