Our Baby (Zianourry) ON HOLD

Chapter 11

"Louis, stop it!" I groan, shoving the wolf's snout away from my belly. The wolf huffs, prancing around my legs. He licks my cheek, before plopping down on the ground right beside my feet. 

Zayn and Liam are wrestling each other a little ways away from where I stand, while Niall is not too far away, chasing his own tail. Little growls tumble from his mouth as it keeps escaping him. I sigh, shaking my head. "Niall, honey."

The light colored wolf halts his movements, blue eyes darting over to me. He yips happily, taking off running towards me, landing in a crouch right in front of me. His teeth grip the bottom of my sweater (actually mine for once) and he pulls down, not hard enough to tear through the shirt or knock me off balance, but enough to let me know what he wants.

"I don't want to sit, Ni. It's too hard to get back up." I tell the wolf. He growls, letting go of the sweater to nudge his nose against the back of my thigh.

"Fine, fine, I'll sit." I grumble, rolling my eyes. The wolf narrows his eyes at me in response. I begin to ease my way to the ground, using Niall's head as support. Suddenly, before I can sink very far, arms are wrapped around my waist, stopping me. Niall growls again, baring his teeth.

"Wait, darling, let me go get the chair we brought out here with us." Louis whispers in my ear, pressing a kiss to the side of my head before pulling away. "And you," Louis points at Niall, narrowing his eyes. "You should have known better than to try to make Harry sit on the ground."

Niall whines, bowing his head and pawing at the ground. Louis sighs, pats the top of his head on his way to grab the chair. Niall peers up at me, his big blue eyes staring sadly. I reach up, scratching behind his left ear. "It's alright, love."

Niall tilts his head into my hand, his eyes falling shut as his tongue lolls out. Louis comes back, chair in hand, catching the attention of Liam and Zayn. The two of them change back into their human forms, jogging over. "Harry's getting tired?" Liam asks, concerned.

"No," Louis answers. "Someone decided they wanted him to sit down." He looks pointedly towards the blond wolf, who huffs sadly.

"Don't be mean to my baby." I tell Louis, wrapping my arms around Niall's neck and leaning my head against his.

Liam chuckles. Then his face turns more serious, his eyebrows furrowing together. "Harry, love, are you getting tired?"

"Not really," I answer, shrugging. "I mean my feet are starting to hurt a bit, but I'm not tired."

"Here you go, darlin'." Louis says, sitting the chair right behind me. He, along with Liam and Zayn (Niall offers his head, but there's really not that much he can do), helps me sit down in it. Once I'm safely in the chair, my hand comes to rest on my stomach, the other waving off my Alphas. "Okay, I'm good. Shoo flies."

All of them laugh, even Niall huffs out a chuckle, before Louis and Liam take a few steps back and transform. I raise my eyebrows as Zayn walks forward. He eyes the dirt and grass, wrinkling his nose. "Maybe I should go put my boxers on first." He says.

"Don't you want to change back into your wolf?" I ask, pulling the sleeves of my sweater down past my fingertips.

He shrugs. "Not really," he says, walking away, off to where the pile of clothes rests where we entered the meadow.

Niall steps in front of me, sitting back on his haunches. He scoots forward until his head rests in my lap, nudging against my hand. I smile, running my fingers through the soft fur on the top of his head.

Zayn walks back over, only his boxers on, sitting down on the grass beside me, leaning his head against my knee and petting Niall's side. "You alright though, H? You're not hungry, or cold, or anything like that, right?" Zayn worries, tilting his head back to look at me.