Baby "Jayn"

"M'Jayn"

Chapter 95
{Zayn}

Zayn stayed back as Louis asked the four boys if Zayn could play with them. Feeling embarrassed from head to toe, he dug his sneakers in the sand. An idea hit him and Zayn backed away, turning his body as if he was watching the swings. He pretended he didn't know Louis, not wanting the boys to look at him.

"Zayn!"

Zayn closed his eyes, not turning around.

"Zayn!"

Now people were starting to notice. Feeling himself turn a shade of red, Zayn spun around, trying to support a confused expression. He pointed to himself and tilted his head curiously. Louis raised an eyebrow. "Of course you, who else do I know with the name Zayn?"

"Many kidsh hewe," Zayn mumbled, trudging forward. The boy with the light brown hair who had smiled at him earlier now raised a hand. "Hi! You'we Zack, wight?"

Zayn shook his head and furrowed his brows. "M'Jayn."

The boy scratched the back of his neck. "Oh yeah... am youw pawtnew."

"And I'm Louis," Louis chirped, sitting down on the sand. Not wanting to be the only one standing, Zayn sat down beside him.

"You Jayn'ch bwothew?" One of the boys asked in a small voice, looking much younger than the previous one.

The previous boy, the one with the brown hair, huffed. "It's Zayn, not Jayn."

"But he shaid Jayn," the other boy argued, pointing accusingly at Zayn. Zayn looked up at Louis for help, feeling smaller and smaller. "Am showwy, I meant Jayn," he said quietly.

Light brown hair laughed. "You don't need to shay sowwy! Ewic just is not big."

"Now now, boys. What do you have here?" Louis said, gesturing to the numerous paths made in the sand, trucks and cars placed in different places.

"We making a road!" One of the other boys piped up. He leaned forward and handed Zayn a red car. Surprised, Zayn smiled and inspected the car in his hand. It was long and nice, with small windows and seats.

"Ewic have to go to doctow," the light brown haired boy said, giving Louis a black truck. "I'm going to my dad's house, Sam is going shopping and Alan will be in police station. Oh and my name is Matt, Zayn."

Zayn nodded, still looking down on the car in his hand. Matt was going to his dad's house. Did that meant one of them was supposed to save him?

"Zayn, you can go to-"

"Jayn shave Matt," Zayn said, looking up at the boys. "Jayn be poliche man and shave Matt."

Matt shook his head in confusion. "I don't needing saving, I'm going to dad's house."

Zayn felt even more confused now, knowing that Matt's parents lived in separate houses.

"Zayn, so where do you want to go?" Louis interrupted with a smile. Zayn shrugged, glancing down at the car in his hand. "I wanna go home."

"Well I want to go to the biggest cholcate factory in the world and eat all the chocolate I can eat," Louis told him, grinning. "Would you like to join me?"

Zayn's face lit up and he nodded. "Jayn change my mind now. Chocolate ish nam."

"Well if you awe going to the same place, then you can shawe caw," Matt said, struggling a little as he pointed at Louis and then Zayn. "Loueh has big twuck, so Zayn can go with you."

"Okay," Zayn agreed, putting away the car in his hand. He scooted closer to Louis and his black truck.

"Is this a race?" Louis asked, looking around at the boys.