Forever My One Shots

Stressed Out Pt. II

After Zayn's appointment, Harry drove the boy back to his school. Zayn attempted to persuade his uncle against taking him and rather letting him go to the bakery with him, but with one stern look Zayn quickly put aside his begging. Harry pulled into the school and carried the boy into the office where he was soon escorted over to his classroom.

"By any chance, is Mr. Higgins available? I just wanted to have a quick word with him," Harry asks the receptionist who nods while calling the headmaster to ask if Harry can go in. Once she gives him the okay, Harry makes his way back to the now familiar door where Paul was waiting.

"Good to see you again, Harry. Hope everything went better after you left yesterday," Paul says while shaking Harry's hand.

"Yeah all is good. Listen, Zayn isn't gonna want me to tell you this but we're putting him back in pull-ups for the time being, and I was just wondering if there was anyway I could talk to like the nurse or something to see if she would be willing to help out with that," Harry asks awkwardly and Paul simply chuckles.

"I'm sure that's not a problem. Why don't we go talk to her now," Paul says as he guides Harry out of the room and over to the infirmary. "Nurse Jackson, this is Harry Payne. He has three boys in the school and he was wondering if you could do him a favor."

"It's nice to meet you, I think I know one of your boys. Niall, I think it was, came in last week when he twisted his ankle during football practice," the nurse speaks kindly while shaking the man's hand.

"Yeah that would be my little boy. Um, but I'm actually here to ask a favor about my youngest- well my nephew, he's five. And, uh, well his father is in the army and recently we went through a bit of a scare, Zayn more so than anyone else, and basically it's set his body off and now he's been having a bit of toilet trouble. So me and my husband, we put him back in pull-ups since it's most effective, and basically what I'm trying to ask is if you wouldn't mind having him come here if he ever has an accident?" Harry says, blushing towards the end cause he realized he was rambling on.

"It wouldn't be a problem at all, Harry. I've done this with a good amount of students, now my only question is would you rather me check on him every couple hours or do you trust he'll come to me?" Nurse Jackson asks with a raised brow which makes Harry sigh.

"That boy is more stubborn than his mother. You wouldn't mind looking out for him?"

"Not at all dear, what was his name again?"

"Oh, right. It's Zayn, Zayn Malik. He's five years old and he's in Mrs. Netta's class," Harry says with a smile before once again thanking the woman. From there Harry said his goodbyes before he was on his way back to work.

It was later on in the afternoon and Zayn was quietly sitting on his own. In order to keep some order in the room, during playtime there were six stations- blocks, coloring, painting, dress up, reading, dolls/action figures- and only between six and seven kids were allowed in each station at a time. Normally Zayn goes to the painting station because it's the funnest one, however, today was a bit different.

When Mrs. Netta told the kids they were allowed to put their name on a station, Zayn slowly got up from his seat and made his way over to the wall where they were to stick their name to the velcro pieces. As Zayn went to put his name in the painting spot, someone quickly pushed his hand out of the way and added another name to it. Frowning just a bit, Zayn then moved to put his name in the coloring station only to once again be pushed out. By the time Zayn was allowed back into the group of kids fighting to put their names down, the only stations available were blocks and reading, however, as he went to put his name in blocks he was once again stopped.

"Sorry you can't play with us," a kid named Tom said while putting Zayn's name under the reading station- his being the only name there.

"But- but you have space," Zayn says softly and Tom simply huffs.