Baby "Jayn"

"Jayn ish putting back"

Chapter 32
{Zayn}

Zayn had no idea what to do. He slowly turned around, hoping it would be one of the boys. A man around thirty looked down at him, his look stern. Zayn gulped, staring down at the desserts in his hand. "Jayn, uh..." he looked up at his intense look again. "D-dish ish not Jayn'sh." Zayn began. "It'sh...Nawiall's!"
The man crossed his arms, his blue eyes looking at him skeptically. "Is that so?"
Zayn nodded furiously, trying to ignore the fear that was gathering inside him. He had lied, oh no. He had lied.
"Well, then." The man said, amusement glinting in his eyes. "Let's go ask Niall."
Zayn bit his lip as the man motioned for him to follow. They walked back to the table, where the boys were talking and laughing amongst themselves. The man cleared his throat, and they looked up. Zayn watched as Liam frowned at Zayn, then turned his head and looked at the empty seat beside him.
"Oh." Louis said, scratching the back of his neck, eyes darting to the chair and Zayn. Nobody seemed to notice the desserts in his hands, if they did they didn't pay attention.

Zayn couldn't help but feel hurt. They hadn't even bothered to know where he was? Were they finally fed up with him?
"Niall, is these for you?" The man ask, a smile tugging on his lips. Zayn began to chew on his bottom lip. The boys were going to find out and they were going to be so angry with him. Niall scrunched his eyebrows in confusion, but then his eyes landed on the many sweet things in Zayn's arms and he nodded. "Yup, they're for me."
Zayn's eyes widened, and he looked up. Harry's eyes darted from Niall, to Zayn, and then to the man. "Why, what happened George?" he asked.
'George' crossed his arms. "Zayn was eating all the desserts from the table. When I asked him, he said that they are for Niall. So, I guess he was right then."
Zayn bit his lip, getting nervous as Harry's eyes darted to him, and then to Niall who smiled sheepishly. Liam kicked him under the table, and Niall let out a cry. "What did you do that for?"
"For lying." Liam said simply. He turned to Zayn with a pointed look. "Zayn did you lie?"

Zayn's heart raced, and he glanced at the five pair of eyes set on him. "Y-y-yesh?"
"Lying is bad Zayn." Harry said sternly. Zayn swallowed and nodded, staring down at his feet. He heard someone snicker, and he scowled at Louis who was trying to contain his laughter. "Smart to say that it was Niall."  He received glares from the other three lads.
"Now, if that's over, I might as well take them." Niall said, trying to sound exasperated.
Harry rolled his eyes, and Liam smiled gently at Zayn. "No lying, okay?"
Zayn nodded, starting to get flustered. "O-owkay. Am showwy."
"It's okay." Harry smiled, and Zayn glanced at the desserts in his arms, and then up at Niall. "Jayn ish putting back," Zayn said, hoping he would stop him. He did want the desserts, didn't he?
"Wait a minute, kiddo." Niall said, chuckling. "I guess we can all share."
Zayn smiled widely and trudged over to his seat. He placed the desserts on it, and Liam placed them on the table so Zayn could climb up and sit down.

"Mhm, they're good."Niall mumbled, biting off the pastry. Louis unwrapped the plastic surrounding his, and began to munch on another one. "I'm gonna agree with you on that." The five boys began to eat, and George left in somewhere in between. After what seemed like twenty minutes later, the four lads stood up. They smiled at Zayn, telling him to stay there and that they would be back soon. Zayn watched as they walked up to the podium. They talked a bit, people clapped, and then a few began to ask questions. Zayn didn't pay attention, sitting in his seat starting to get bored. It was when he heard his name, that he looked up. A woman with long black hair smiled at him, and the boys were grinning. "Sure, you can ask him, though he might not answer immediately." Liam replied.
"What do you think of the perfume, Zayn?" The woman asked, a smile on her face. Zayn blinked, turning to look at all the people who were staring at him. He gulped, starting to fiddle his thumbs together. "He hasn't smelt it yet." Louis told her.
George walked over to him handing him a pink glass bottle.

Zayn stared at it, the pair of eyes boring holes into his back.
George uncapped it and sprayed a bit on a tissue. "Smell it." he said with a wink.
Zayn looked at everybody tentatively, swallowing the lump in his throat. He leaned forward and sniffed. It smelled...nice. A little like candy, just sharper and stronger, also a bit fruit.
"How does it smell?" Niall asked from the podium. "Say good because my tears are in that bottle."
Everybody laughed, and Zayn cracked a smile. "It'sh niche."

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Louis laughed, excusing himself as he stood up. He walked over to the table where Zayn was sitting, and he suppressed a smile. The toddler was surrounded by a few girls, all of them talking to him and smiling. Zayn, however, looked like he wanted the ground to swallow him up. Louis walked over to them, and took a few pictures, talked to a few and then they all left. Zayn looked up at him, his eyes desperate. "Jayn doeshn't want to be alone. Pweashe."
Louis' smile dropped and he scrunched his eyebrows together. "Zayn, they're not going to hurt you, plus we're just on the other side of the room."
Zayn shook his head furiously, and Louis noticed that tears threatened to spill from his eyes. "Pweashe no. Dwon't leave Jayn again."
Louis pursed his lips and nodded, rubbing Zayn's back. "Okay, I won't." he glanced at the boys. It wouldn't hurt if he disappeared for a little time, would it? Nah, they could handle it as a threesome for some time.
A grin formed on Louis' lips and he stood up, gesturing for Zayn to stand up too. "Want to leave this place?" Louis whispered to him. Zayn's hazel eyes looked curiously up at him and he nodded, a smile forming on his lips.

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I FREAKIN HATE SCHOOL. THE WEATHER IS WARM , OH LETS GO ON A TRIP IN THE FOREST AND OUT AND IN WHILE ITS SUNNY, JUST BECAUSE THE WEATHER IS NICE AMD THE KIDS NEED FRESH AIR. FIVE FREAKIN LONG HOURS WITHOUT A STOP WE WALKED AND WALKED. MY LEGS ARE BROKEN, MY FEET ARE ACHING, I AM DONE. 😑 but fortunately my mind and hands are still intact 😑

All the freakin love xx