Baby "Jayn"

"Ice cwream!"

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[Zayn]

The moment they stepped into Stacy's Diner, Zayn spotted the Tomlinson family in two booths. He bolted towards Louis, who's nose was buried in his phone. "Louis!"

Louis looked up with a smile, scooting forward to welcome Zayn with open arms. Zayn hugged the boy happily. "Niall take me hewe," he said, looking at the booth beside him where Felicite, Charlotte, Dan and Johannah were sitting. Phoebe took Doris in her lap and scooted to make space for Niall, but the blonde boy grabbed a chair instead, his nose pink from the cold.

Louis' hand moved to check Zayn's forehead. "How are you feeling?"

"Okay," Zayn lied, smiling brightly. "Zayn okay."

"Did you drink soup?" Louis asked, lifting Zayn's beanie from his eyebrows. Zayn was quiet, and Niall sent him a look. "He did not."

"I don't like soup," Zayn said exasperated. Daisy narrowed her eyes at him. "You said it was tasty yesterday."

And then I throw up. Zayn pretended like he hadn't heard her and gasped dramatically. "What we gonna eat?"

"Well, you're hyper. You seem better," Louis concluded. "We've ordered fish and chips. I got you apple juice."

"Yaay, what you get Niall?" Zayn asked, leaning forward to drag the menu to himself. He opened it up, pretending he knew what it said. Maybe it said apple juice. Mmm, there were pictures of fries and drinks and burgers, and..."Ice cwream!" he exclaimed.

"Nah, no ice cream for you, kiddo," Niall said, gesturing towards Zayn's runny nose.

Zayn shook his head vigorously. "I want ice cweam."

"I want iche cweam too!" Ernest exclaimed, leaning forward excitedly. Doris was too busy playing on Phoebe's phone to take part in the conversation.

"Nobody's getting ice cream, Zayn's already sick," Louis said sternly. Zayn immediately backed off. "Okay."

Their food arrived five minutes later. Zayn stared at his plate, his nose wrinkling slowly. He was actually not that hungry. He leaned back, kicking his feet slowly. His head was still hurting a lot, but it wasn't too much. "What we doing aftew eating?"

"Well, we're going grocery shopping," Daisy said, dipping her fries in ketchup. Niall nudged Zayn gently. "You're not eating," he said worriedly. "Have some chips?"

"This is not chips, it's fwies," Zayn said in confusion. Louis chuckled and nodded. "Liam's ass says fries, but yeah, fries and chips are the same thing."

"Liam's ass?" Zayn asked in even deeper confusion. Louis' coughed and waved his hand dismissively. "Nothing you'd understand. Why aren't you eating though, I thought you liked fries."

"I do," Zayn said quietly, not wanting to admit that the sight of food was already making him bilious.

"Your appetite hasn't come back," Niall said, leaning forward to break off a piece of fish. "Here, at least try the fish."

"No, no," Zayn said, shaking his head furiously. "I'm not hungwy."

"But you say you hungwy," Ernest said puzzled. Zayn glowered slightly at the boy. "I was hungwy, now I'm not."

"Well, we'll pack your food if you promise to eat later," Louis said, sending him a pointed look. Zayn nodded. "Okay."

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Louis, Niall, Johanna and Felicite went to the grocery store while the others were supposed to wait in the car. But the moment the two boys stepped out of the car, Zayn whined that he wanted to come with them too. He skipped beside them happily now, the wind whipping snow in his face. Zayn giggled, rubbing his cheek with his glove. He looked down at the pink boots he was wearing, his head spinning at the action. Zayn swayed, and his smile instantly fell. The boys noticed, both sending him worried looks.