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

One On One (Baby!Zayn) ~Ziam~

Prompt: Can you pleaseeeee do a ziam one with baby Zayn? Zayn gets sick and when the other boys try to take care of him he says he wants liam :) cuddling and fluff pleaseeee ill love you forever if you do this xx

A/N: This is terrible but honestly I couldn't do any better if I tried. My brain is practically fried.

"Well," Niall finally sighed, removing the thermometer from Zayn's pale lips. The lad let out another pitiful cough, but other than that, he didn't react. He was too tired and clearly too sick to care. "That's it, then. He definitely has a fever."



Liam took the object from between his fingers and scanned it. 100 degrees Fahrenheit. He nearly choked, and for good reason. It was more than a little bug he must have, but it wasn't enough to take him into the hospital and have those doctors and nurses get him better. They didn't have complaints about doing it themselves, but it still worried them. Every single boy was afraid that they would do something wrong and make him feel even worse.



Zayn stirred a little, and Louis sighed, running his fingers through his hair. Even his scalp was hot, and thin beads of sweat had grouped together on his forehead, making a thin sheen. He pulled the blanket down around his thighs, giving him a little more air and a chance to cool off. His body only shivered, blindly fumbling around for the blanket until Louis gave in and pulled it back up.



"What do we do?" Harry finally questioned, taking a step closer to the crib and reaching out to caress Zayn's cheek. "Poor thing. I knew he was hiding his pain in that damn interview."



"We all do that," Liam reminded him. He rubbed at his eyes and let out a sigh, looking down as Zayn started to squirm and whimper. Unlike before, where he would move for a few moments and then fall back asleep, it was easy to tell that he was actually awake then. Brown eyes opened lazily, clouded by a few tears from the pain he must have been feeling.



"Daddy?"



Liam, who had officially taken the name, stepped up and smiled softly. "Hi, sweetie. Is our sick baby finally awake?"



Zayn nodded fervently and raised his arms, making grabbing motions. Liam was quick to scoop him up and smile, pressing his lips to his temple. He grabbed his blankie and his dummy before he asked, setting them in his arms while he walked around the room, gently rocking the boy. Still, Zayn was tense, and he squirmed around in Liam's arms every few seconds as he tried to get comfortable.



"Daddy..." Zayn sniffled, wrapping his arms around himself and sucking in a breath. Liam read between the lines and ran to the bathroom, leaning Zayn over the toilet just before he threw up. The other boys slowly followed and stood in the doorway, narrowing their eyes slightly and wrinkling their noses at the smell. Their faces filled with compassion and sympathy when Zayn once again raised his head, cheeks flushed and his bottom lip wobbling. "S-Sowwy."



"Shh," Louis cooed, lifting him into his arms instead. He wet a cloth and cleaned his face, getting all of the sweat and a tiny bit of sick off of it. "There's no reason to be sorry, baby. Let's get you back into bed, hm?"



Zayn's watery eyes widened. He gave a small shake of his head and wiggled, reaching his hands back out to Liam. "Daddy's bed."



While Liam exchanged surprised and confused looks with the other lads, he held his baby again and nuzzled his nose against his cheek. "Yeah, love? Let's go cuddle for a while. Are you hungry?" When he shook his head and hid his face in his neck, he nodded and ran his fingers over his bare back. "Let's change you, and then we can go right to Daddy's bed. I'll make it quick." He promised, knowing Zayn would whine and get upset if he put it off too long.



As promised, Zayn's change only took a minute or less, but it proved that he was most definitely sick. Liam took extra precautions with him as he carried him to his bedroom and pulled back the blankets. Zayn's stomach was churning and queasy, but it wasn't anything like it had been before. Sometimes, as weird as it was, getting sick actually did help someone feel better. He was able to stay still for a bit longer than he had before, allowing Liam to tuck him in. He even giggled when his Daddy wrapped the blankets around him, making him look like a little cocoon. Liam lay down beside him, wrapping his arms around his middle and rubbing a hand over his tummy.



"Lads?" Harry whispered, looking into the room. Two sets of brown eyes turned toward him, but he focused on Liam's, since they were alert and normal instead of wet. "Zayn should probably take some medicine before he goes back to sleep. Just in case."



Zayn's face immediately crumpled, and he shook his head back and forth before hiding his face in the pillow. "No medicine."



"You have to, love." Liam reminded him. He sat up and took the medicine from Harry gratefully. It was the best one that they had found, though the taste certainly had nothing to do with it. He poured the correct measurement into the small plastic cup and set the bottle to the side. "Zaynie... come on and take your medicine, love. I promise you can get nice and cozy and go back to sleep after."



"No medicine."



"Zayn."



"No."



"Zayn Malik," Liam sighed, hating to be strict with him at all, let alone when he was sick. "You are going to take this one way or another. If you swallow it all like a good boy, maybe we can watch your Power Rangers DVD when you wake up again. Only if you do as you're told, though."



Slowly, dark hair and golden eyes peeked back out from the blanket. He looked even more upset, but Liam gave him a reassuring smile and lifted the cup. Zayn knew the drill from there. He leaned back against the pillow, parting his lips and closing his eyes. Liam tilted the cup until the liquid trickled into his mouth, and although it tasted horrid, he swallowed it all. The cup and bottle were handed back to Harry when they were finished with it, and Liam was quick to press kisses to Zayn's face.



"You're such a good boy!"



Zayn's face scrunched up in disgust, but once he had swallowed, he allowed Liam to coddle and fawn over him. Harry kissed his hair before leaving the two alone again. The feeling was warm and cheery, somehow. Zayn was sick, but he felt loved, and he would be better in a few days. Until then, they would have to show him even more tenderness and care than usual. It was a small price to pay for getting their Zaynie back on his feet. Or... knees? He wasn't too fond of walking when they were at home.



"Sleep?" A small voice asked. Liam looked down at the boy in his arms and nodded, patting his back gently and handing him his dummy. He was out within minutes.



~



Zayn may have been sleeping, but Liam took the opportunity to stare down at his arms and trace over the tattoos with his fingertips. You never would have expected that Zayn was the kind of guy to cuddle with his daddies and wear nappies, but he was, and everyone in the house was okay with that. Ageplay meant more to the five of them than they could imagine anyone else would ever know.



Despite his better judgment, he finally pushed himself up to get breakfast and take a shower. He grabbed an apple and a muffin, finishing them quickly. He checked on Zayn one more time before going into the bathroom and starting the water, fully convinced that he would find the dark-haired boy in the same space and position.



That didn't happen, however. Zayn opened his eyes after only five minutes of Liam showering. He whimpered, looking around worriedly for his missing Daddy. He rubbed his blankie against his cheek and crawled out from the blankets and bed, searching around. Liam, like always, was singing at the top of his lungs as he ran soap over his body, and Zayn quickly detected where the noise was coming from. The door was locked when he jiggled the knob, and he nearly started to sob. Instead, he plopped down next to the door and crossed his legs, looking at his blankie while he waited.



He didn't wait long. In fact, when Liam turned the water off and heard loud crying, he all but ran and threw the door open, wrapping a towel around his waist in the process. "Zayn?"



With the door open, he could properly see the other boy, looking upset and completely out of sorts. He had thrown up for a second time minutes before, and the whole front of his body was covered in the disgusting substance. He sobbed even harder when he made eye contact with Liam, knowing that he was in trouble. "Daddy, I sowwy!"



"Zee..."



"Icky! Didn't mean it, didn't mean to be icky Daddy, pwomise..."



"I know you didn't, bubba..." Liam bit his lip, trying not to overreact. It was just sick. It could easily be cleaned. "Let's clean you up, love. A nice bath will help, don't you think?"



Zayn sheepishly nodded, holding out his arms. Liam didn't want to hug him and make himself disgusting as well, so he held him by his armpits, placing him in the bathtub and discarding his nappy. He had to make a decision, then. He clearly couldn't do two things at once, and he had an upset baby and a possible stain to deal with. It was just another parenthood problem they would find some way to deal with.



"I'll be right back, okay?" Liam whispered, kissing his burning forehead. "I'm going to get clothes and see if Dada, Papa, and Baba can give you a bath while I clean up in the hall."



"No!" Zayn cried, grabbing onto his wrist before he could turn away. "Daddy stay! Pwease..." He looked down at his hands, realizing for the first time that he hadn't only gotten sick on himself, but also his blankie. He sobbed even harder while trying to keep his eyes open.



"Love..." Liam winced, running fingers through his hair. He couldn't resist. "Alright. Give me two minutes."



The first thing he did was run the blanket down to the washer, knowing that Zayn wouldn't be able to go back to sleep without it. Clothes were next, but he stuck with briefs and pajama pants. They were home for the rest of the day anyway. Now all he had to do was find the others and get them to help without actually helping... if that made any sense. He found them circled around the living room, watching some odd show on TV.



"Lads, I need you to help me. Zayn doesn't want me to leave him, but he got sick again and I don't want the carpet to get messed up. You can clean while I give him a bath, yeah?"



Luckily, everyone agreed. He returned to Zayn's side with a clean kitten-shaped wash cloth - courtesy of Harry, of course. "Are you ready for your bath, sweetie?"



"Bath..." Zayn sniffled.



The water was full enough for him to kick his feet and float his toy boat around. He didn't have much energy, but he put in a good effort. He didn't even notice that the bath was finished until Liam grabbed a towel and lifted him out of the tub. He was still sucking on his dummy, and he focused on the rhythm he was making with his mouth while Liam dried him off and taped up a fresh nappy on his hips.



"What do you want to do now, beautiful?" Liam asked, carrying him downstairs and to the kitchen. Niall was at the microwave, removing a full bottle with milk and vanilla as soon as it beeped. "Do you want a bottle?"



Zayn hesitated, eventually nodding and cuddling further into his chest. "Bottle pwease..."



"Do you want Baba to feed you?"



That really sent him into a panic. He squeaked and gripped Liam's shoulders, eyes begging for him not to set him down. "No! Want Daddy!"



Liam sighed, knowing the other boys were a little disappointed they couldn't comfort their sick baby boy. It was all about what Zayn wanted, though, and if he wanted only Liam, that would have to do for now. He gave Niall a grateful yet sheepish look as he took the bottle, setting the nipple between Zayn's lips.



"Shh. Daddy has you, darling. Calm down."



One last whimper slipped out before Zayn got lost in drinking his bottle, fingers tightening around the dummy he was now holding in his hands. Sucking kept his mind busy, not to mention the milk and vanilla mixture settled his stomach and soothed his nerves, which were pretty much shot. Liam carried him into the living room, trying to set him down onto the couch so he could slip in Power Rangers. He should have expected him to cry out as if he had been hurt, but he didn't, and he felt guilty for not anticipating it. Louis slipped the DVD there instead, and Zayn settled once more after Liam rocked him and held his bottle for him, tilting it up to prevent him getting air bubbles.



"Love Daddy." Zayn whispered, pulling away from his drink for just a split second. Liam smiled fondly, brushing his fringe out of his face.



"I love you too, Zee. So much."



For the first time in a long while, they had actually bonded one on one. The circumstances could have been better, but they were bonding, nonetheless. It was a start.



~



The days after went exactly the same way. Zayn was glued to Liam's side, hip, chest, or whatever else he could latch or cuddle onto. He had a thirst for Liam that couldn't be quenched. Liam was the only one allowed to give him medicine, hold and rock him, or even bathe him. The others said goodnight and stroked his stomach when it was upset, but only if Liam was there with them.



Things were starting to look up, though. For the first time in three days, Zayn didn't wake up covered in sweat and sick. The color was returning to his face, his temperature was going back down to normal, and he was starting to smile and giggle. He didn't mind Liam leaving him as long as he was back within a few minutes. He was taking his medicine, no matter how much he hated it, and that had to be a big factor in his recovery no matter how much he didn't want to admit it.



"Daddy!" He finally announced, rubbing his eyes once he saw that Liam was also awake. That was another thing - he had slept in Liam's bed instead of his crib. He refused to sleep unless he was pressed against Liam's chest. "Think I feel good!"



Liam gasped, using the same tone he had been using on babies for forever. "No way! Are you really? The monsters in your tummy are all gone?"



"Yes!" Zayn giggled, curling up in his arms and looking up in his eyes. "Not icky!"



"Good! Why don't you go wake everyone else and tell them, yeah?"



Zayn's eyes brightened, and he gave a nod before grabbing his clean blankie and running down the hallway. Liam watched him and smiled, pulling a pair of sweats over his boxers and shaking his head. It may have sounded atrocious, but the past few days had been some of the best. Maybe Zayn being sick wasn't all that bad after all.