New Life [Zarry ageplay]

Time-out

"It's not time yet, sit back down." Harry said sternly, blocking Zayn from going anywhere.

He plopped back down in the 'time-out chair' with a scowl on his face.

"This is stupid." He muttered.

"Keep it up and the trip to the park is canceled." Harry warned, leaving the kitchen.

Zayn mocked him behind his back, kicking a nearby chair over.

"What was that?" Harry yelled from the other room.

"Chair fell." Zayn said loudly.

"Fell or was pushed?" Harry asked as he came back in, bringing his laptop.

"Dunno." Zayn mumbled.

"Put it back like it was and then sit still until I tell you otherwise." Harry ordered.

Zayn slowly got up, taking his time putting the chair back.

Harry watched his every move, only looking away after he sat back down.

Zayn stared at the doorway, wondering how far he could get on foot before Harry caught him and punished him.

Probably not far with the socks he was wearing.

He protested against the ones with grips on the bottom, so here he sat in fuzzy blue ones that did him no good other than warmth.

"Can I take my socks off? I'm hot." Zayn lied, planning on making a run for it.

He didn't even know where he was going.

Maybe he could hide somewhere.

He just hated this chair.

"If you sit still you won't be hot anymore." Harry said, never looking away from his laptop.

"But I am now and I need relief." Zayn said.

"I can give you a glass of water." Harry offered.

"Why can't I just-"

"I've already told you, cold feet lead to runny noses." Harry said.

No they don't, how stupid can you be? Zayn thought, glaring at him.

"If I drink something I'll have to go to the bathroom. Which means I'll have to get up from the chair and you told me not to so..." He trailed off.

"You know when you talk you let out hot air. Just stop talking." Harry said, giving him a look.

"How much longer?" Zayn whined loudly, kicking his feet out of anger.

Every now and then he completely ignored the fact that he was sixteen.

Sometimes it felt good.

Like now.

"Zayn, hush." Harry said sharply.

Zayn huffed, reaching down to pull his socks off and throw them at Harry.

He just had to do something.

He balled them up together and threw them, a wave of anxiety washing over him when Harry caught them.

"It's not polite to throw things at me if we're not playing catch." Harry warned calmly.

He was fighting to stay calm.