Baby "Jayn"

"Looksh like shpagwhetti!"

Chapter 37
{Zayn}
Chapter dedicated to: @Joyhollon

Zayn shook his head, tying to ignore the voice echoing in his head. You're useless, nothing but a burden.
Zayn swallowed, tears pricking at his eyes. It was just a dream, stop being a baby.  "You okay?" Harry asked as he came back from talking to Preston. Zayn nodded. He pushed the door to his room open, walking over to his nightstand drawers. "Which colow?" he asked the older lad, grinning toothily. His idea was brilliant, simply the most smartest idea in history!
"I think Louis can share with Liam and Niall." Harry said with a small smirk, and Zayn grinned. "Wewenge!"
Harry held out a fist and Zayn stared at him in confusion. "What?"
Harry chuckled. "You hit it."
Zayn hit the fist with his own and nodded, saluting to Harry. He then picked up pink and purple marker. "Dish onesh fo Loueh!"
"And this can be for Liam." Harry said, picking the red one up. "And dish." Zayn said, giving him the yellow marker.

"But what about Nawiall?" Zayn asked, eyes darting to the remaining colors. "Black and owange?"
Harry nodded, picking up the markers in his big hands. "Come on."
They sneaked down the corridor and into Liam's room, the older lad sprawled on the bed. Zayn climbed up and Harry handed him the red marker. As Zayn uncapped it, he sent Harry a little salute which he returned back. Zayn thought for a minute. What to draw? He grinned as he made little deformed spots on Liam's cheeks, the lad completely unaware. Zayn glanced at what Harry was making, and burst out into a fit of giggles. Liam had yellow eyebrows, his lips set into a yellow smile, yellow makeup on his eyelids. Harry grinned, lifting a finger to his lips. "Shh."
Zayn copied the action, lifting his finger to his lips and nodding. "Shh."
They resumed working on their masterpiece and Zayn then exchanged markers with Harry. Now that he had the yellow one, he began to draw flowers on Liam's cheeks, Harry outlining his creations on the other side of Liam's face.
"Mishwon wone." Zayn whispered, holding out a fist.
Harry smiled and bumped it back. "Accomplished."

Zayn didn't bother to ask what it meant, scrambling off the bed, grabbing all the markers with him as they proceeded down the hall to their next victim. Louis was sleeping like a coma patient, no argument. His lips were parted, hair disheveled as he breathed evenly in and out. Zayn grabbed the pink marker, climbing on his bed. He scooted over to the pillow and glanced down at Louis' face. "Giwl?" Zayn asked Harry, who nodded with a smirk. Zayn began to draw deformed hearts down Louis' face, applying 'makeup' to his eyelids. He changed markers with Harry and then began to color everything purple, copying Harry's previous actions and coloring Louis' eyebrows purple. He glanced at what Harry made and was left stunned for a second. Louis had pink long eyelashes that almost reached his hair. He had earrings on his ears and lipstick on his lips. A pink blush was made on his cheek, eyes 'caked' with 'makeup'. Zayn tried to stifle his laugh, but it still managed to escape his lips, the sound echoing around the room. He fell back on the bed, laughing his head off so much that Harry had to place a hand on his mouth, the older lad himself trying not to make a noise. Louis moved a bit, but didn't wake up.

When they were done with Louis, they walked into Niall's room. Niall was the most hard one, grunting and turning as they drew. Zayn had drawn black spiders on his cheeks and orange tears, while Harry had drawn a black mustache and orange eyebrows to match with his orange and black beard. The two of them had exited the room, doubled over in laughter.
"Nawiall wash da besht!" Zayn laughed, clutching his stomach tightly. Harry wiped tears of mirth from his eyes and nodded. "Oh god, yeah. Niall looks the worst."
"What about da dwesh-up?" Zayn asked.
"Let's check if Preston's back." Harry suggested. Zayn nodded and followed him downstairs, taking careful steps and grabbing the railing as he descended. Preston smiled as he approached them, closing the door behind him. In his arms was a pink dress, Tiaras, and some stickers. Zayn clapped his hands, excitement growing inside him. "Thank ywou!"
Harry laughed, grabbing the things and studying them closely. "Jayn hash da besht idwea." Zayn boasted, grinning as he reached up to touch the soft fabric of the dress. "Don't forget to take a picture." Preston chuckled, shaking his head. Harry thanked him and then led Zayn upstairs again. They began with Liam, Harry putting a tiara on his head. He covered his ink drawings with stickers!

Zayn giggled, picking up another tiara as he climbed onto Niall's bed. He stuck it in the lad's hair, looking back to admire his work. Zayn hopped off the bed and ran back to meet Harry in the hallway. "Dwone." Zayn whispered. Harry grinned slyly. "Our last victim."
"Loueh." Zayn said, rubbing his palms. They sneaked into Louis' room, the tiara in Zayn's hand and the dress in Harry's hand. Zayn climbed onto the bed, and Harry bit his lip, pulling down the zipper to the dress. He lifted Louis up a bit, propping him on the bed's headboard. He pulled off Louis' shirt, tossing it on the bed. Zayn's eyes landed on the swirly curly black coloring above his chest, and he frowned curiously. "What ish dish?" he traced the curly pattern with his finger, up and down, up and down. Zayn giggled. "Looksh like shpagwhetti!"
Harry smiled, lifting a finger up to his lips. Zayn copied the action and nodded, they had to be quiet. He watched carefully as Harry slipped the dress on Louis, the pink fabric fitting perfectly. Zayn stifled a laugh, covering his mouth with his hands.

Harry bit his lip, but it wasn't long before he bursted out laughing and Zayn joined him. Louis looked...hideously nice.
The lad stirred, and Zayn's eyes widened. He quickly set the tiara on his head and jumped off the bed. He grabbed Harry's hand and tugged on it, gesturing that they should go now. Harry grinned. "Wait." he whipped out his phone and took a few pictures. Louis turned around in his sleep, frowning as the tiara fell and poked his cheek. Zayn's heart pounded and he tugged at Harry's hand. "Hawwy come on."
"Just last one." Harry said, snapping another picture of the sleeping beauty. Louis turned around and groaned as his eyes fluttered open. Zayn gasped, pulling Harry with both hands. Harry let him drag him out the room, and the two ran downstairs. "Wait fo Jayn." Zayn said with a huff as he made his way down the stairs, grabbing the railing as he did. Harry smiled as Zayn climbed down the last step before jumping onto the floor. That's when they heard a loud crash come from upstairs, and Zayn froze, his heart racing. "Let'sh wun." Zayn said, grabbing Harry's big hands and pulling him out the door.

Harry nodded, chuckling. "I can't wait to see his reaction when he sees his face."
Zayn stopped, realization dawning on him. He slapped himself on the forehead. "Am sho shtupid! Jayn fowgot to pick up da mawkewsh." Zayn looked up at Harry. He remembered something that Flash had said in the submarine in the comic book episode where they were about to drown, but Batman helped them. Zayn took a deep breath and grabbed Harry's hand, forming it into a fist and bumping his own with it. "It was niche to know ywou, kiddo." he said.

<><><><>A/N<><><><>
How was the chapter? Lmao, I went wild and crazy with the pic. I was bored, can you blame me? I've been lying in bed all day. I'm sick. Been freezing and whatnot. You know, the whole fever, runny nose package. Anyways, school's started and it's going ok so far, though I have so many assignments to do and I'm too sick and lazy to even begin on them :/
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Chapter dedicated to Joyhollon for guessing the dress part xD.

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