Never Forget You {l.s. AU}

5.

Louis*

"Zain?" I ask the little boy staring at his lap. He looks at me and smiles genuinely his hazel eyes crinkle slightly. I smile back at him and say, "That's a beautiful name." He says, "It is supposed to mean beautiful." I smile and tell him, "That you are."

"Louis?" I hear him say, "You are very good. You know." I was about to ask him what he meant, he beat mw to it by asking, "I am hungry do you have something to eat? I am quite hungry." I remember the bread in my pocket and offer it to him. He nibbles at it and says, "I used to have waist length hair. Made me look like a girl. That was how my mum kept me hidden. She and abba used to say if I look like a girl they will leave me alone."

That explains what the doctor said. I nod to let him know that I am listening. The alarm goes off and everybody leaves amd Niall and Liam ask me to come but I dismiss them and warn them to eat enough and maybe bring us two more breads.

Zain coughs and asks for a little water before saying, "My parents abandoned me the night before, that's the night those 7 men did the forbidden with me. They thought I was a girl and tried looking at my girl parts, as if I had any." He snorted and rolled his eyes. He laughed and said, "The worst part is I shouldn't have liked the pain. But it came as a suprise to me while all seven took their chances, I felt a pleasure."

This boy is telling me that he likes boys and their boy parts on his other boy parts. I simply shake my head and say, "That might not sound good but believe me liking the same sex is not wrong, only that abusive part is wrong. If tomorrow my brother was to tell me he likes boys, I would definitely not stop his inner self from coming out. Putting people off like this, only makes them sad and angry."

He smiles and says, "Thank you, Lou." I pat his head and tell him, "Come on. Lets get you cleaned up and let me help you with the medicine." We walk up to the wash area and I heat up some water for him to wash up. He settles down in the tub and giggled when his feet felt tingly. I laughed at the small boy and allow him to clean up.

Not feeling queasy, I apply the ointment to his butt and other scabs. He hisses a little but lets me do the work without much squirming. Liam comes back and hands us two bowls of vegetables and tow breads each. We eat it as Liam makes short conversation with Niall and Liam.

That night I sleep in Liam's bed as he whispers in my ear, "Lou Lou, that boy is so pretty. Why does he have so many bruises?" I chuckle lightly and say, "He isn't treated well. The bruises are from being beaten up, like we were when they brought us here. But you think he is pretty?" He nods against my chest and puffs air into my neck before saying, "Very. He is very pretty. His eyes are so pretty and his black hair is so shiny and soft. His cheeks are so chubby and sweet. He is very pretty."

I just laughed and nudged him to sleep. We would have a long day tomorrow.