Baby "Jayn"

"N'tgo"

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[Zayn]

Zayn turned onto his back with a soft groan. He threw the covers off of him, breathing heavenly. His body felt like it was on fire and yet the sweat that was running down his back made him shiver. He curled into a ball and buried his face into the pillow, hair sticking to his forehead.

He stayed in that position until the feeling became unbearable. Tears sliding down his cheeks, Zayn climbed out of bed. His head was hurting and he whimpered, rubbing his eyes with his fists. The floor was cold under his bare feet and his damp shirt was making him cold. He hugged himself and walked downstairs, sniffling. "Louis," he called out softly, eyes stinging. "Louis."

The telly was on downstairs, and he could hear the soft noise as he neared the lower portion of the house. "Louis."

The telly stopped playing and he heard a familiar voice. "Zayn?

Zayn felt a little surprised as Niall hurried over to the boy, his features furrowed in worry. He had forgotten about the boy in a moment. Niall picked Zayn up, making the boy dizzy. Letting out a pained sound, Zayn buried his face in Niall's neck. His breathing was labored and he was feeling woozy. "I not feel good, Niall."

"Oh god, your fever," Niall mumbled, setting Zayn down on the couch. Zayn let out a whine, tears streaking his cheeks, which Niall wiped gently. "Uhm okay, just wait here, alright? I'm going to get the thermometer, okay?" He was about to turn around but Zayn caught the sleeve of his shirt. Sleepy, disoriented and sick, he made another whiny sound. "N'tgo," he mumbled, tugging on Niall's sleeve.

Niall eventually picked him up and took him to the kitchen, where he pulled out one of those measurement things that Louis used to measure how sick he was. Zayn made a sound of disapproval as he was placed on the cold kitchen countertop. Niall instructed him to open his mouth, and Zayn begrudgingly did as told. As he held the thermometer in his mouth, Niall brushed his clammy hair from his face and wiped his tears. Zayn closed his eyes, resting his head on Niall's chest as the older boy's arms wrapped around him.

"I'm gonna give you medicine," Niall told him, stroking Zayn's hair, past the bandage above his ear. "And then I think some food will help," he said though he sounded unsure and worried.

Zayn lifted his head, letting Niall take the thermometer out of his mouth. Niall's face didn't relax, only the opposite. His worry seemed to deepen and Zayn's lips turned in a frown. "Am I bettew?"

"Eh," Niall mumbled, shrugging. "Soon. Stay here I'll bring your medicine."

"No, don't go," Zayn said, jutting his bottom lip out. Niall smiled at him. "It'll only take me ten seconds. Count."

Zayn raised his chin. "One. Two."

"Slower," Niall called behind his shoulder as he hurried out of the kitchen. Zayn sat on the counter, arms wrapped around himself. "Thwee, fourw, five, six, seven, ate, nine, ten!" he yelled the last one loudly, just in time for Niall to slide into the kitchen, almost stumbling. He held the medicine box high up like a trophy. "I told ya," he said with a grin, ruffling Zayn's hair. Zayn wrinkled his nose as Niall pulled out a spoon. "Midchine tastes yuck."

"Well, it wouldn't be medicine if it didn't," Niall chuckled, ordering him to open up. Zayn groaned and opened his mouth, swallowing the thick gooey liquid quickly. "Yuck."

Niall grabbed a grape from the fruit basket and offered it to him. As Zayn chewed on the grape, Niall bustled around, pulling out a bowl and glass of water. "Time for soup."

Zayn's eyes widened. He couldn't eat. If he ate, he would throw up. "I'm not hungwy," he lied. Niall sent him a stern look, or what was probably supposed to be a stern look. Zayn crossed his arms defiantly. "I'm not gonna eat."