My Savior «Zustin Mieber» DD/lb

Seven

I'm sorry for not updating last night, I fell asleep.

Louis point of view

Harry and I walk up the last flight of stairs, smiling when Zayn's door comes into view. I knock a few times but no one answers. "I have a key," Harry pulls his keys out.

He unlocks the door and we step in. "Zayn?" I call out.

"In the living room!" Justin calls back.

We walk hand in hand to the living room. "Hey," I wave to Justin.

He waves back. "Hi, guys. Zee is just getting some stuff for him and Ginger," he smiles at me.

"Fun," Harry smiles at him. "Do you guys want to go out to lunch with us?"

Justin looks behind him, before nodding. "Yeah, sounds like a plan. Just wait a minute, he should be coming out in a minute," he frowns. We sit on the couch across from Justin. We sat there for at least ten minutes before he stood up. "Be right back."

I lean my head against my boyfriend's shoulder. "We should do something for Zayn," I tell him.

"Yeah?" I nod against him. "What would you like to do for him?"

I shrug, "we could get him another cat. A boy, so Ginger can have babies," I giggle.

He kisses my forehead. "Alright, babe. We can do that."

Awhile later we were sitting around the small table in my favorite diner. Zayn hasn't said much besides hello. I hate to think it, but what if Justin turns out like Liam? Abusive and a cheater?

I'm pulled from my thoughts when Harry taps my thigh. "Hmm?" I look over at him.

He discreetly points to the other side where Justin and Zayn are. I look up to see Justin cutting up Zayn's food. I smile as my best mate leans his head against his boyfriend's shoulder. He whispers something, making Justin nod his head.

"Zayn, I have an idea," I say with a grin. He looks over at me with his eyebrows raised. "Do you want another cat?"

He sits up straight, looking at Justin. "Can I, Daddy?" He says in a baby voice making me furrow my eyebrows.

"If you want to, baby. You'll take care of it, right?" Zee nods quickly. "Then of course. Whatever you want, peanut."

Zayn hums happily. "Yes, please, Lou!" He grins at me.

"Good boy," Justin kisses his forehead.

Harry smiles at them, taking a bite of his chicken wrap. "Why'd you call him Daddy?" I ask Zayn.

He frowns, looking down at his lap. "I dunno," he murmurs.

Harry nudges my shoulder. "Leave him alone," he whispers.

"I's gon' use the potty," my friend stands from his chair.

"I'll come," Justin grabs his hand and leads him to the restroom.

Haz sits back in his chair once they're out of earshot. "You couldn't leave it alone? He's so happy, Lou. Why couldn't you leave him alone?" He sighs heavily.

"I was curious," I look over at him with furrowed eyebrows. "Aren't you?"

He shrugs, "I honestly couldn't care less. As long as he is happy, Louis, I don't care."

I bite my lip. "I just want to know," I murmur.

He leans over and kisses my cheek. "I know, babe."

Zayn sits in his chair again with Justin next to him. "Go ahead, baby," Justin says to him.

"I-I's... can't," he frowns.

"Yes, you can, peanut. Remember what we talked about? Slow and easy," Justin smiles assuringly.

Zee nods, grabbing his hand. "I-I calls Ju-Justin Daddy be'cause he cares for me a-and makes sure I's otay..."

Hazza grabs my hand. "That's great, Zee! We're so happy you're happy," he smiles.

"Yeah," I agree with a tight lipped smile.

He giggles, nuzzling his nose against Justin's arm. Justin smiles down at him as he stares at him with adoration evident in his eyes. "Eat your food, baby," he chuckles as Zayn continues to nuzzle against him. "C'mon, weirdo, eat up."

"I's not weirdo," he nudges Justin. "Harry is weirdo."

Haz gasps, "what!? I am not a weirdo!"

Zayn giggles again, nodding at my boyfriend. "Yes, you is!" He shouts happily. I grin as Harry keeps arguing playfully with Zayn.

He's right, if Zayn is happy then I'm happy.