The Irish Affect

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When breakfast came around in the morning, I swore I had never eaten such good food in my life. The food was limited, but my biscuit was beauitful warm and delcious, the jam was home made and wonderful, and the eggs were amazing! My mother always was a great cook, but once I hit my period all those years ago, my father only wanted me to eat certain kinds of foods, he even forced me to go vegan; I hated it. I tried to savor the food, but I was just too hungry and ate all of it really quickly. After eating, I feed Ryan who basically clung to my nipple, taking in every drop of milk my breast had to offer.

"Hey Zayn." I heard a farmilar, Irish voice call.

I turned around and saw Niall in a hair net with a apron tied around his body.

"Niall, what are you doing here so early in the morning?" I asked.

"I'm here every morning before I go to UNI and I come back to help out once UNI's over." Niall explained.

"Don't you ever go to college parties or something?" I asked.

"Nah." He said with a shrug.

"Why?" I wondered outloud.

"I'm not really the partying type of guy. Drinking, yes, but only on the weekends in the safety of my flat. Plus, I'd rather give my time to the people who need it, not doing something stupid that I'll regret later on in life."

"Wow... Do you do lots of volunteer work?"

"I wouldn't say lots..."

"Well, what kind of volunteer work do you do?"

"Well, I volunteer here, I volunteer down at the soup kitchen, I volunteer at an animal shelter, I volunteer at an orphanage, and I've donated sperm before."

"Donated sperm... What for?"

"So that same sex couples can have a child. I don't care who uses my sperm, as long as the people treat the child right, I don't mind in the slightest."

"Wow, that's really nice of you."

"Well, I like helping others."

"Why?"

"Well, uh, my cousin he was... he was homeless at one point. His parents kicked him out because they couldn't afford to take care of him anymore, he was a grown man, but he could never get a job. He was forced into prostution, and when I saw him again, he was all doped up on drugs and having sex with anyone if it meant getting a hit. I was ten at the time and after that, I vowed to do everything in my power to stop that from happening to anyone else."

"My God... What happened to him?"

"He got AIDs, passed away when I was 14."

"How old are you?"

"19, and yourself?"

"Same."

"Your son... how old is he?"

I looked down at Ryan, who was latched onto my nipple, greedily drinking all the milk. It was cute though, and I loved that it was me who nurished my son, I kept him healthy, it made me feel good.

"He's six weeks old." I told him.

"He's adorable. Is he doing any better than he did yesterday?" Niall asked kindly.

"So much better." I grinned.

"No more tummy troubles?" Niall asked with a smile.

"None at all!" I chimed, gently patting my son's belly.

"What's his name, if you don't mind me asking." Niall asked.

"I don't mind, his name is Ryan. Ryan Malik." I told him.

"I'm sure you must be tired of this, but uh, how did you have him?" Niall asked.

So I explained everything; my first period, my dad, the sperm, the boobs, the birth, and running away. Once I was done, I was nearly drowning in my own tears.

"Zayn, that sounds so horrifick. I'm so sorry that you had to go throw that." Niall said rubbing my back. "That must have been so, so awful." 

"It was." I told him.

"Do you know how your dad got the sperm?" Niall asked quietly.

"Sperm bank. He's a doctor." I said weakly.

"The one in London?" Niall asked.

"Yeah."

"Do, uh, you want to know who Ryan's father is?"

"So much."

"Well, I bet if you go there you can find out."

~ Niall's POV ~

Zayn was so, so beautiful. I didn't want to say what I did, because I didn't want to even imagine another man wrapping his arms around my beautiful Zayn; but he needed help and who was I to stand in the way of him finding the father of his baby?

"Oh, Niall! Thank you!" Zayn shouted, giving me a one armed hug.

I blushed, but tried to hide it. I felt this pull to Zayn, I wanted to hold him tight and take care of him and love him and protect him and Ryan. But I knew that's not what he's here for; he's here until he gets back on his feet. I don't want him to leave, because I like him so much, but I don't want him or that baby staying in a place like this.

"Will you help me find him?" Zayn asked quietly.

I nodded half heartedly. I wasn't going to be a dick and say no, but at the same time I really didn't want him with another man. Zayn was beautiful, exotic, kind, and loving, and even though I didn't know him very well I wanted him to be mine, and only mine. I didn't even want to think of another man putting his filthy hands on Zayn. 

"You're a good friend, Niall." Zayn whispered.

My heart stung as I forced a smile. 

Friend.

That word was like a double edge sword. I wanted to be his friend, I wanted him to trust me, but I also wanted to be more than friends, I wanted to be his boyfriend. It was so confusing and I hated it deeply, I'd rather be stuck feeding the bunny that chew on everything at the animal shelter, and I hate those fuckers.

"Thanks, Zayn." I said.

"Could you, uh, help me find Annie Johnson?" Zayn asked sheepishly.

"Oh, sweet, old Mrs. Johnson? Yeah, follow me." I said with a grin, thinking of the kind old woman with a big brain and an even bigger heart.

I lead Zayn, who was rocking a whimpering Ryan, to the cots. Everyone's cot had their name written above it, even Zayn's, but Mrs. Johnson was the only one awake that was still sitting in her cot.

"Mrs. Johnson! Zayn here was looking for you." I said cheerfully.

"Ah, thank you, Niall, you sweetie-pie." She said, pinching my cheek with a grin.

"Hello Mrs. Johnson. Uh, yesterday you said you'd watch Ryan for me while I look for jobs..." Zayn mumbled.

"Yes, I did. Now you give me that boy and go put on your best outfit before you go job hunting, young man." She said strictly.

Zayn smiled and handed over the six week old child, who curled into Mrs. Johnson's old frame right away. I watched Zayn trot away, back to his cot to change.

"He's a good boy." Mrs. Johnson stated.

"He seems like it." I agreed.

"You like him." She said bluntly.

"God, is it really that fucking obvouis?" I asked with a sigh.

"Only to old folk like me who've been around long enough to know what young love looks like." She chuckled.

"I'm not in love!" I defended.

"Oh yes, you are, honey." She said with a toothy grin.

I looked down at my feet, but smiled. She really was a kind, old bat.