The Hybrid(One Direction-Zouis)

Chapter Twenty- Lost and Found

Chapter Twenty- Lost and Found

Zayn suddenly shot up from his relaxed position against me. He seemed to be very panicked, looking around, golden eyes turning green.

I gently tugged him into my arms, humming softly.

“Shh, love, it’s only us. There’s no need to panic.” I soothed, kissing his temple.

Slowly, he relaxed against me. A few minutes after he relaxed, he stood up and tugged me into our bedroom, clearly nervous. His tail would curl up and stay tense for a second before relaxing and repeating the process, his ears flat against his head.

“I remember.”

Remember?

“Remember what, love?” I asked, wrapping my arms around him.

“When you were thirteen, do you remember having a hybrid around the house?”

I thought about it for a second, almost wincing as I thought back to when I was fifteen, when Mum unintentionally put Lottie and Fizz in danger.

“Vaguely, yes.”

Zayn suddenly swiped a hand in front of my face, claws fully extended but a good half a foot from my face.

And then it came back to me.

The butterfly chase, Mum’s harsh words about Zayn, my promise. Meeting Zayn, back then just a terrified boy with cat ears and a tail, golden eyes begging me to tell him what he did wrong and to help him fix it.

How I coaxed him to talk to me, to tell me what happened to him, finding myself disgusted at the human race. How he refused to tell me who changed him, how he would always run to me for comfort in the middle of a thunderstorm.

I looked down at Zayn, suddenly seeing the scared twelve-year-old with his always messy black hair, formed in a way to hide his ears, when he had me help him dye the white tip of his tail because he didn’t like it, the scared golden eyes that now held so much more wisdom, so much more pain, and now, love. I remembered how he’d nervously hold his tail in his hands whenever he thought Mum would punish him for something.

I remember how Mum finally accepted Zayn into the family, no longer treating him as an outcast, allowing him to help me watch over Lottie and sometimes Fizz.

I remember how people came in and took Zayn away from us. How they told us there were specific orders for him to never come to this family.

Rules are made to be broken. Well, most, anyway.

 

“Zayn, love,” I started, only to be cut off as a pair of warm lips crashed into mine.

I pulled Zayn’s body closer to mine and waited until he pulled away, letting him control everything.

“I remember, Zaynie.” I whispered, a grin spreading across his face and eventually to mine.

“Mum, Lottie, can I talk to you for a moment?” I called to my mother and sister, after watching Zayn curl up on the couch next to Doniya, accepting the arm his sister threw around his shoulders.

When both women were up and following me, I led them to the kitchen. The girls and Liam had cleared out, interrogation ending as soon as Mean Girls started.

 

“Louis? What is it?”

“Okay, Mum, so do you remember when I was thirteen, we’d gotten our first hybrid and you didn’t trust him at all.”

“Yes, little rascal. Though he did manage to keep you out of trouble.”

“Yeah, well, that ‘little rascal’ happens to be Zayn.”

“Wait, we had a hybrid when I was four?” Lottie interrupted.

“Yeah, whenever you couldn’t sleep he’d climb into bed with you and let you cuddle with him. We’ve got several pictures.”

“Don’t you mean Kunai?” Lottie asked, looking confused.

Mum laughed. “You used to call him that, refusing to believe his name was Zayn. You’d call him and he’d respond like a cat, just because it made you laugh.”

“Wait, let me try something.” Lottie said, moving from her position of leaning on the counter to just outside the kitchen, in the hallway that separated the living room from the kitchen.

“Kunai!” Lottie suddenly called, startling everyone else in the room, except for Zayn. Just like eight years ago, he responded as he always would, clearly focused on the movie and not his surroundings.

“Mrrow.”

Everyone froze, looking at Zayn. Feeling all the eyes on him, he curled into himself a little, ears shuffling under his hair once more.

“Anybody mind explaining what that was?” Danielle asked, looking bewildered.

“What the fuck is ‘Kunai’ or whatever you shouted?” Niall questioned Lottie, leaning back into Harry.

“So basically, Zayn used to be our hybrid when we were younger but some people took him away and I used to call Zayn Kunai and he still responds to that I guess and so yeah.” Lottie explained in one big breath.

“I remember that!” Fizz said. “Barely, but I do remember you talking about some Kunai when I was like three, right?”

“Yeah, Zayn had been gone for about a month or so and Lottie was missing her cuddle buddy terribly.”

“He’s Louis’ cuddle buddy now, Lot, guess you need to find a new one.” Harry said cheekily, bringing a blush to Zayn’s face and a glare to mine.

“And I guess we might be needing ear plugs tonight as well, huh?” I shot back. Both boys blushed a dark red.

“Louis!” Doniya scolded.

“What?” I called back in the same tone.

Doniya simply rolled her eyes and turned back to the movie, as did everyone else. Mum, Lottie and I sat back down, Zayn immediately curling up to my side while Mark wrapped an arm around Mum’s shoulders and Lottie joined the girl pile down on the floor.

Like I said, life was good. Even with all the shit in the past.

THE END.

 

 

 

For real this time, it’s the end. Just the Epilogue and then TH is officially over.

Prepare yourselves for crying, okay?

I might need a hug after this.

Really, it’s 8:28PM on August 6 and I’m crying just thinking about writing the epilogue, since I haven’t quite yet.

Really, this hurts.

A lot.

Anywho,

HAVE NICE DAY

HAVE NICE FALL

HAVE NICE LIFE