One Direction Age Play One-Shots! (Prompts Closed!)

There's No Rush (Baby!Niall, Little!Zayn, Big!Liam)

Prompt: I got really excited when I saw prompts were open! Can I have one where it's baby Niall, little Zayn, and big Liam. So ever since Niall came into the family Zayn's no longer the baby. Everyone's telling him he has to be a big boy and he's pressured to get potty trained, the thing is he's not ready yet. Harry and Louis took him out of diapers but Zayn ends up wetting the bed and hiding the sheets in the back of his closet and his daddies are too preoccupied with the new baby to notice. They got him a big boy bed and move him out of the nursery and give his crib to Niall, they don't know that Zayn falls off the bed at least 3 times a night, the next morning both the dads are stressed with the new baby. Zayn decides to try to be a big boy by making the baby breakfast, after spilling half the milk on the floor and the cereal all over the table, Harry walks in and gets really angry, he smacks Zayn's bum about 10 times before going to get the cleaning supplies. Zayn runs out to the tree house in the backyard and cries there. Later Liam can't find Zayn, he tells daddy Louis and they tell Harry. Harry feels really bad after Liam tells him Zayn was making breakfast for Niall. While they're looking for him they find all the wet sheets in the closet and feel bad for not noticing. When they find him sleeping in the tree house, they wake him up and he tells them about wetting and not sleeping. They apologize and realize that Zayn will grow up when he's ready. They move him into the nursery with Niall and instead of a crib, they get him a bed with railings and instad of a diaper he goes in full-time pull-ups. They tell him he's still their baby then they all watch a Disney movie with Zayn on Harry's lap, Niall on Louis' lap and Liam in the middle. Sorry it's so long! :)xx

Zayn whimpered as he sat straight up in bed. For the third night in a row - almost more, but he had managed to go one day without embarassing himself - he had woken up with wet sheets and the smell of urine surrounding him. He crinkled his nose and pushed back the wet blankets, revealing the problem he had gotten so good at hiding.

As quietly as he possibly could, Zayn gathered his wet blankets and sheets and carried them over to the closet, stuffing them inside along with yesterday's sheets. He couldn't stay dry at night, and there was nobody he could blame, because he loved his little family way too much to be hateful toward them.

His problems had all started when his daddies decided to tell Niall about their family. He and his older brother Liam weren't there, instead staying home with Josh. They hadn't really given a thought to how Niall would react. There was a thought in the back of their minds about how they were going to handle it if Niall didn't approve, but it wasn't a big fear, and it only took a few minutes of making cookies with their uncle to get their minds off of the touchy suject. Right before bedtime, when Zayn was perched on the sink and Liam was helping him wash his hands, the door opened to reveal their daddies. Niall was between them. Harry and Louis had grinned, kissed the top of Niall's head, and cheered, "Guess who has a new baby brother?"

Zayn loved Niall, he really did. He just didn't like how he was being treated because Niall was there. His Daddy had sat him down and looked at him with those pretty blue eyes he always loved, telling him that he had to try to be a big boy from now on. Zayn knew it would make his Daddy and Papa happy, so he just nodded. He didn't let out a single word of complaint when he was moved out of the nursery and into the spare guest room, or when his Papa put him into big boy underwear like Liam's instead of a nappy. It was weird having to sleep in a big boy bed, but he was willing to try if it would make everyone else happy.

He found that he wasn't happy. He fell out of the bed so much at night that there were a few bruises decorating his tan skin. Bedwetting was becoming a serious issue, and he was too afraid to tell his daddies about it and make them upset.

The worst part had to be not getting enough attention. Liam was a great big brother, and he would always play with him and do his best to keep him entertained, but like all big brothers did at some point, he would wander off to play with his own toys that weren't for little kids like him, and he would be alone. His Daddy and Papa still loved him, he knew, but he didn't get to cuddle with them and just be around them as much as before. Now Niall took up all of their attention.

Zayn rubbed at his eyes and forced himself not to cry. He had to be a big boy now. Even though there was a voice in his head telling him that big boys didn't wet the bed, he tried to ignore it.

His stomach growled, and instead of whimpering and calling from his crib like he used to be able to do, he changed into fresh pajamas and padded down the hall to his daddies' room. They were cuddled up and asleep in bed, and he quietly crept into the room and crossed his arms over his chest. "Daddy? Papa?"

No answer.

This time he did allow a whimper to leave his lips. "Daddy. Papa." He said again, lightly shaking the bed. Harry was the first to wake up. His eyes shot open as he sat up with a start, looking around as if he expected the room to be on fire or something. Zayn raised his arms to be picked up. "Papa, cuddles?"

Harry turned toward the clock and rubbed his eyes. It was only six in the morning. "Zayn, go back to bed." He groaned.

"But..." Zayn's bottom lip trembled, but he kept holding his arms up, hoping that Harry would change his mind and pull him into his lap.

"Bed." Harry ordered, pointing down the hallway. He flopped back down onto the bed and pulled the duvet up to his chin, and within seconds, he was snoring softly and leaning his head against Louis'.

Zayn felt like crying. The only thing he could come up with in his mind was that he somehow knew Zayn wasn't really acting like a big boy, and he wasn't going to give him cuddles because he ws upset about that. He sniffled and wandered back out of the room, nearly crashing into Liam, who was walking out of his own room.

"What are you doin'?" Liam questioned, rubbing at his own eyes. He had just woken up, and he was still stumbling around because he was so tired. "Why are your jammies on backwards?" He pointed, and Zayn looked down at his shirt and sniffled when he saw he had messed up. Again.

"Not a big boy." Zayn mumbled. "Papa no give me cuddles cuz I can't be big."

"Be big, den." Liam yawned, shrugging his shoulders as if it was really simple.

Zayn blinked at him and tried to think. Was it that easy? He would try to do anything as long as he could get attention and cuddles again. A brilliant idea suddenly popped into his head, and he nodded eagerly and giggled. "Otay!" He chirped. He took off down the strairs, and even though he wasn't supposed to run in the house, he was too excited not to.

He decided that he was going to make breakfast for Niall. Liam had made him breakfast a few times when he was sick or he hurt Zayn's feelings, and the dark-haired boy was sure that it would be the perfect way to show his daddies and Niall that he loved them. He would also be a big brother now, too, and he was a big boy. He needed to do this.

He was limited on the kinds of things he could make. The stove was off limits as well as the oven, and he especially didn't want to break any rules now. Cereal seemed simple enough, and it only required two ingredients, so how hard could it be? He scurried over to the refrigerator and grabbed the carton of milk, nearly dropping it on his way back to the table. He hoisted it up and then ran to grab the cereal out of the pantry. He picked the Lucky Charms, giggling when he saw the leprechaun on the front. He was sure it would make Niall grin, if nothing else.

"Bowl..." Zayn suddenly squeaked, nearly forgetting one of the most important parts of the whole endeavor. He found one of his old plastic baby bowls and spoons - which of course belonged to Niall now - and set them on the table as well. Now all he had to do was pour everything together!

Just because he was happier now, he started to hum a song under his breath, smiling the whole time. He lifted up the cereal first, but instead of turning it to the side to pour out, he raised it upside down. Cereal went all over the table and floor, but all he could see was that the bowl was now filled. He was filled with a sense of pride and accomplishment. The milk was next, and he did the exact same thing. There was cereal and milk all around him, but he had done something right. At least, he thought he did.

Upstairs, Niall was just waking up, and the sounds of him crying filled the hallways. The baby monitor burst to life in Harry and Louis' room, and both of them jumped as soon as they heard it. Louis let out a groan and covered his head with the blanket. "It's too early for this."

Harry, on the other hand, just nodded and shook Louis' shoulder. "It's part of being a parent. Deal with it."

Louis pouted, but he nodded and got up out of bed anyway, still wearing only his boxers. "Fine. I'll grab Niall and bring him downstairs."

"I'll make his bottle and breakfast."

The two separated, and Harry went downstairs while Louis checked on Liam first and then went to go grab Niall out of his crib. Still trying to stretch his arms and legs out, Harry wandered into the kitchen, nearly slipping on something sticky on the floor. He grabbed the counter before he could go down, and his eyes widened as he took in the mess all around the kitchen. Cereal and milk were on the floor, table, counter, and practically everywhere within a five foot radius of the table. There, standing in the middle of the chaos, was a smiling Zayn.

"What did you do?" Harry snapped, anger flashing across his features. Zayn's smile fell, and he looked down at the bowl and then back up at his Papa, eyes watering.

"M-Made NiNi breakfast..."

"You made a fucking mess is what you did."

Zayn whimpered and buried his face in his hands. "S-Sorry." He whispered, trying not to cry. His Papa wouldn't like him anymore if he cried like a baby.

With no warning, Harry grabbed the smaller boy and sat down in the chair, pulling Zayn over his lap. Zayn squeaked in surprise, not being able to do anything else before he felt his bottom being beaten by Harry's hand. He knew Liam had gotten spanked, but he never had, and the shock of it was enough to make him burst into tears. He started to count the smacks silently in his head, praying Harry wouldn't be overly cruel and bruise his bum the first time that he got a spanking.

One...

Two...

Three...

By the time he reached five, Zayn was openly sobbing and wiggling to get out of Harry's grasp. The tempo increased as well as the pain, and he finally just lay limp and let whatever happen, happen. There was no getting away from his angry Papa.

Nine...

Ten...

The punishment finally ended, and Zayn scrambled off of Harry's lap and curled into himself, pressing his back against the wall as he cried. Harry barely even blinked at him. He stood up and grabbed a plentitude of paper towels, spreading them out everywhere that he could see a mess. "P-Papa..." Zayn whimpered, silently pleading for some kind of comfort after the spanking.

"Get out. I'm trying to clean up your mess."

"But Papa-"

"Get out!" Harry yelled, pointing to the opening of the kitchen. Zayn let out a choked sob and ran out of the room, practically hysterical.

He had ruined everything. His Papa hated him, and as soon as he told his Daddy what happened, he would hate him too. Liam would never play with him after he made Daddy and Papa upset, and Niall would ignore him and take up all the attention anyway. It was like his family didn't need him anymore. Niall was the perfect baby. Liam was the outstanding older brother who didn't wet the bed or make huge messes. Zayn was the outlier who didn't belong.

As all these thoughts ran through his mind, Zayn ran outside to the only place he felt he could be alone - the tree house. They had built it during the summer, and he and Liam had played in it almost every day. Now, it was going to be his sanctuary where he could cry and sob in peace. He climbed the ladder and curled up in the corner, wrapping his arms around his knees.

He would look for a new place to live later. He might be able to go to Uncle Josh's house, or maybe Ed's or even Perrie's. They all knew about him and would be happy to take him in. For now, though, he just sat there, and if it was possible to cry a river of tears, he certainly would have.

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Two hours later, the mess was all cleaned up, Niall had his bottle in the living room, and Liam was playing with some of his toys up in his room. The young boy walked around and giggled quietly when he poked out into the hallway, searching for Zayn. He felt awful about not being able to help his younger brother earlier, and he wanted to try to cheer him up now, at least. When he walked into Zayn's room, he found it empty, the blankets and sheets gone. He furrowed his brows and started to move on, going to other rooms to see if he was in any of those.

No matter where Liam searched, he just couldn't find his little brother. He looked downstairs, and when he wasn't there either, he decided to ask his Daddy.

Louis was much easier to find. He was in the hallway, walking around and bouncing Niall on his hip while he hummed a pretty song under his breath. Liam tugged on the back of his shirt, causing the older male to turn around and smile. "What do you need, love?"

"Can't find Zaynie..." Liam frowned. Niall reached down to pet Liam's hair, and as soon as he got a handful of it, he giggled. Louis, on the other hand, frowned.

"I'll go ask Papa where Zaynie is. Why don't you sit here and play with Niall, hm?" He asked. Liam agreed quietly, and Louis set Niall onto the floor with his pacifier and his stuffed puppy. With the blonde boy thoroughly entertained, Louis left the room to go find Harry and Zayn, hoping they were both relaxed and happy like his other babies were.

"Babe?" He chirped, walking into the kitchen. It was spotless after all the cleaning Harry had done. Harry himself was sitting at the table, a cup of tea in his hand. He nodded for his boyfriend to continue while he sipped at his tea quietly. "Have you seen Zayn?"

"Zayn?" Harry repeated, frowning a bit. "I gave him a spanking this morning because he made a complete mess of the kitchen. He ran out, and I haven't seen him since. Why?"

Louis started to run his fingers through his hair, worry flooding his body as he tried to think of where Zayn might go if he was upset. "He's missing." He whispered. He ran back to the living room and kneeled down next to Liam, kissing his cheek. "Hey, Li. Have you seen Zaynie at all today? Did he tell you he was going anywhere?"

Liam thought hard. "Um..." He murmured, pursing his lips in thought. It was rather cute, actually. "He was sad this mornin'. Said he didn't get cuddles cuz he not big." He shrugged slightly and turned back to Niall. "Made NiNi breakfast, doe!"

Everything suddenly clicked in Louis' mind. Zayn didn't mean to make a mess in the kitchen like Harry had made it sound like. He had been trying to do something nice, but he was too little to do those kinds of things by himself. He guessed that Zayn got upset after the punishment and ran off to go be by himself.

He tried not to panic for Liam's sake, but it was difficult. He grabbed Harry and ran upstairs, and they both started searching through rooms, looking everywhere they possibly could for their lost baby boy. Things were starting to look bleak. Harry started to search the bathroom and guest room while Louis went to Zayn's new room. He felt repulsed by what he found in the closet. Blankets and sheets that smelled of urine had simply been shoved in a pretty bad attempt to conceal them. He called for Harry, tears filling his eyes.

"How have we not noticed this before?" Harry whispered, staring at the sheets in horror. "He... he didn't tell us. We shouldn't have rushed him into this. He was just a baby!'

Louis nodded quietly and tugged on his hand. "I know. I don't think he's inside."

"Where would he be?"

He bit his lip and started to run, letting go of his hand so he could move ahead of him. "The tree house."

Sure enough, when the two reached the tree house in the backyard and climbed up the ladder, Zayn was still curled up. Even though his eyes were closed and his lips were parted in his sleep, it was still easy to see the fresh tears that were still lying on his cheeks. He let out small whimpers and curled into himself more. Harry's heart broke, and Louis was pretty sure that he had never felt so guilty in his life. What had they done?

"Zaynie, wake up, love." Harry whispered. He shook Zayn's foot, which was the only thing he was able to reach without getting fully into the tree house.

Zayn shifted, and he slowly opened his eyes and blinked up at Harry. A loud, frightened whine left his throat, and he backed up fully and sniffled. "Go 'way."

"Baby..." Harry shifted awkwardly and reached his hand out. "We need to talk to you. Can you come down for me?"

"No."

Harry sighed and looked up at him hopefully. "We can talk up here, then." He nodded, shrugging his shoulers. "Zaynie, we are so sorry that we haven't been paying attention to you. We were so busy with the new baby that we haven't been giving you the attention that you deserve. We didn't mean to make you feel any less loved."

Zayn nodded, but he didn't say anything. Another tear slipped down his cheek.

Louis pushed Harry out of the way so he could peek at his baby. His heart was finished breaking and was instead shattering into tiny fragments that pierced the inside of his chest. "We would never hurt you on purpose. You know that, right? You're our baby. We love you so, so much..."

Without warning, Zayn started to sob, crawling forward until his head was pressed against Louis'. The older boy breathed a sigh of relief and pressed kisses all over his face, trying to calm him and stop his crying. It didn't work well, but at least he knew his baby wasn't mad at he or Harry anymore. He carefully brought Zayn into his arms and climbed down the ladder, landing back on the grass with a thud.

"Shh, baby. It's alright. You're okay." Louis cooed, bouncing Zayn on his hip. Zayn sniffled and hid his face in Louis' neck, not caring that he was soaking his Daddy's shirt and his skin. Harry leaned in and kissed him, trying to wipe his tears away.

Inside, Zayn's emotions were all mixed up. He didn't know what he was supposed to think, and he hated that about the situation. He decided he may as well just lay it all out on the line and tell them what had been going on. "I w-wet the b-bed." He cried out, rubbing his eyes with his arm. "I no sleep in big boy bed cuz I fall."

"Sweetheart," Harry gasped, cupping his cheeks. "Why didn't you tell Daddy and Papa?"

"No listen!" Zayn exclaimed. He peeked up at the two before hiding again. "Want Niall more."

Louis bounced him and sniffled himself, starting to cry. He felt so horrible. "I'm so sorry. So, so sorry, boo. We love all three of you equally, yeah? Never think that we favor one of you." He took a deep breath. "We shouldn't have rushed you into being a big boy."

Those were the magic words Zayn had been wanting to hear for a while. All he needed was reassurance that he could take his time growing up, or that he didn't have to grow up at all. That he would always, no matter what, be loved by his family. No matter what happened, he just needed to be loved.

Louis carried Zayn into the house and rocked him in his arms. It didn't take long for the boy to be asleep, and he was relieved when he could set him onto the couch and cover him with a blanket. Harry left to run to the store for a few new things for Zayn, leaving Louis to watch the kids. He didn't mind in the slightest. Niall was put down for a nap as well and Liam was quietly watching a movie on the carpet.

It took Harry longer than usual to return, but once he did, he had all the necessary things for Zayn. He had gone all out and decided to spoil him, seeing how he had seriously been lacking their love for weeks. He bought power ranger sippy cups, rails for the side of his bed, and even more. While Zayn was still asleep, he was put into a pull-up and a pair of clean footie pajamas. Louis helped move Zayn's bed back into the nursery, but instead of a crib, he now had the rails to prevent him from falling during the night. His dirty blankets, sheets, and pajamas were in the washer. Just in case he leaked during the night, they also put a plastic cover over the matress. They wanted everything to be as comfortable as possible for him.

By the time Zayn woke up, it was nearly dinner time. Harry poked his head out of the kitchen and smiled, pulling the boy into his arms. "Hey sweetie! We made your favorite pasta for dinner." He nuzzled his nose against his cheek and smiled. "Hungry?"

Zayn smiled and nodded, giving a little yawn. "Yeah, Papa..." He felt something odd around his waist, and he looked down, only to see the smallest bit of padding beneath his jammies. "Papa? What this?"

"It's a pull-up!" Harry grinned. "It's like a nappy but not as thick. That way we can teach you to use the potty without having to worry about accidents."

Zayn giggled. He couldn't have asked for anything better.

They ate dinner, most of the chat centering around Zayn and how cute he looked in his new pajamas and pull-up. He blushed, but he felt happier than he had for quite a while. Things were starting to get better. When they were all finished, Harry stayed behind to do the dishes, and Louis held Niall while ushering Zayn and Liam into the living room. "Pick a movie, Zaynie! Anything you want."

Zayn's eyes widened, and he nodded rapidly before going to the stack of movies and looking through them. He decided on Lady and the Tramp, since they hadn't watched that in forever, and handed it to his Daddy so he could put it in. Harry came back in the room when he was finished with the dishes, and Zayn eagerly crawled onto his lap and waited for the movie to start.

"Someone's eager, hm?" Louis teased, kissing Zayn's cheek. Zayn giggled and nodded, and Louis plopped down onto the couch with Niall in his lap. Liam crawled into the space between them, smiling and cuddling into both of his daddies and his brothers.

For the first time in a long while, Zayn felt whole again. He had his daddies back, he didn't have to worry about having accidents, and he had two brothers instead of one. Being the middle child might not be so bad after all.