Forever My One Shots

Repeating History Pt. II

Zayn: 17 years old (Junior)

Niall: 18 years old (Senior)

Louis: 19 years (in Uni but still slightly mentioned)

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Zayn was required to stay in the hospital for a couple extra days in order to be monitored, however, as Wednesday rolled around the boy was finally released. Being protocol at the hospital, Zayn was required to be wheeled out to Harry's car where the man then had to practically carry him into the passenger's seat since he ended up needing surgery on his knee as well.

The car ride was silent for the most part, Harry only reaching over to shush the boy when a car would zoom by them or if someone began to obnoxiously honk their horn. It took them only twenty minutes to get home, and when they arrived the first thing Zayn noticed was the big "Welcome Home, Zayn" sign hanging across the front porch.

Harry got out first and grabbed the boy's crutches before going over to his side and helping him onto his feet. It took a couple minutes for him to adjust, but finally Zayn managed to get the hang of the objects and was able to make it to the front door.

"Welcome home, ZeeBub!" Liam shouted as he watched Zayn walk through the door, phone clad in hand that Zayn has no doubt is on film.

"Really, Uncle Liam?" Zayn says with a laugh but regardless walks up to the man and hugs him the best he can with the crutches still under his arms.

"Memories, good or bad, you know I film everything," Liam replies while allowing the boy to lean on him for extra support. "Now how about we get some good food into you, yeah?"

As Zayn nods his head, Liam helps him walk over to the kitchen where a full on feast had been cooked, claiming some of it will be dinner for the next week or so. The three eat their food with little conversation, but after Zayn finishes his third plate of food Harry finally decides to speak up.

"You know this can't go unpunished, yes?" Harry says with a stern look and Zayn just nods with a sorrowful look.

"It wasn't totally my fault, though. I wasn't driving," Zayn tried to argue. He knows he's in the wrong and he expected to get in trouble, however, that internal teen instinct was telling him to try and fight it anyways.

"Yes but you got in the car with someone who was both high and drunk. What would the smart thing have been?"

"Called you or uncle Liam to pick me up."

"Exactly," Harry said. The three went on to talk about the entire situation for another half hour or so before the two adults came to the conclusion that Zayn will be grounded throughout the time he's on crutches.

"The school has been postponing your celebratory rally until you were released from the hospital, so if you want you can go take a short nap and then we'll drive you to the school for the event," Liam offers, however, Zayn had other plans in mind apparently.

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"I like it," Zayn says with a wide grin as he looks as himself in the mirror while Harry is stood behind him in a state of shock.

"Good because you didn't have many options. Let's get going, bub," Liam says as he places the crutches under the boy's arms once again. Harry helps Zayn into the backseat and quickly turns to Liam with a face of pure horror. "It looks nice, babe."

"He has a mohawk," Harry says with wide eyes. "Soon he's gonna have tattoos and piercings and- and oh my god what if he starts dying his hair crazy colors?!"

"Baby, we didn't really have many options, and it doesn't look that bad. Plus hair grows," Liam says as he pecks his husband before jumping into the front seat.