Baby "Jayn"

"Qwick! Nawiall eat pancakesh"

Chapter 78
{Harry}

Zayn jumped on the couch, an excited look on his face. "What ish it?"

Niall laughed, grabbing the wrapped up box and began to shake it. He tried to look thoughtful, though it was clear that he knew it was a perfume. "What do you think it is, kiddo?"

Zayn slid off the couch and grabbed the small box, shaking it. "Don't know," he murmured, sitting down on the carpet, eyebrows knitted.

Louis ruffled his hair. "Why don't we open it to find out?"

Zayn nodded and Niall smiled at him. "You open it for me." Zayn grinned as he began to carefully tear off the wrapping, careful not to tear too much. He was looking extra cute and cuddly today in his light green onesie.

Louis shook his head and sat down on the carpet with him. They'd moved the coffee table to the side to make more place, which Zayn seemed to like. Harry couldn't help but smile fondly as he watched Zayn furrow his brows at Louis who just ripped the wrapping off. But then his attention was stolen by the present and he grabbed it, giving it to Niall. "What ish it?"

"It's a perfume," Niall said with a smile. He turned to them. "Thanks a lot, lads."

"Smell it, you're gonna love it," Louis said with a grin, pulling Zayn onto his lap. Zayn pushed Louis' arms away to stand up and be the first to smell the perfume. Harry laughed as he scrunched his nose, making a face.

"Too strong?" Liam asked, making a face to match Zayn's. Zayn nodded, sitting back down in Louis' lap. It was amazing how adjusted and comfortable he'd become in the span of...what, almost two months?

"Louis was going to pack an empty box for you, but we decided we're nicer than that," Harry said with a small laugh.

"Special pancakes at the ready!" Maria said, bringing plates to the coffee table. She then brought a large plate with stacks of pancakes, chocolate syrup in her other hand. Zayn sprang up. "Nam!"

"Go wash your hands first, Zaynie," Liam said as Zayn nearly pounced on the pancakes. Zayn nodded quickly, running into the kitchen. He came running back out and grabbed Louis' arm, making him stand up. "Come, wash youw handsh Loueh."

Louis smirked. "I bet you can't reach the sink."

Zayn's cheeks pinked and he just tugged on his hand. "Qwick! Nawiall eat pancakesh."

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Harry glanced at the clock, brows furrowed. It was starting to get late, they should've been here by 5. He turned to Liam, trying to avoid Niall who was sitting on his right with a sleeping Zayn in his arms. Niall's eyes, however, were glued to the screen.

"Got any messages?" Harry asked quietly. Liam pulled his phone out and shook his head. "Not after the boarding one."

Harry turned his attention back to the screen where the main character, a guy named Rev, managed to score for the first time. Louis clapped, crossing his tiny feet. "That's how you do it."

Niall chuckled, changing his position gently as to not wake Zayn up. Harry smiled and couldn't help but reach forward and place a kiss on the boy's forehead. He might be a big responsibility, but a cute and wonderful one at that. Zayn seemed to be happy with them, and that's all that mattered.

When the movie finished, Harry got the message. He almost jumped off the couch with relief and excitement, the other boys shooting him a funny look. Louis seemed to understand though because he began to show different movies to Niall, who didn't seem disappointed that they were seemingly spending his birthday at home. He told the boys to wait as he went to lay Zayn to bed and Harry decided he should probably leave.