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Chapter 2

"Please Papa, I really want ice cream!"

"We have ice cream here, Zayn. There's no need to go and spend it at an expensive ice cream shop."

"But I wanna go with Louis," Zayn whined and furrowed his eyebrows.

He was annoyed, why wouldn't his parents just let him do what he wanted? Louis was trustworthy, he knows the man wouldn't let anything bad happen to him no matter what.

"Just let him go, love. He's always in the house, I want him to get out a bit. Plus, Louis will be there to help him every step of the way." Zayn smiled and nodded in agreement, he loved his Mama for always being on his side.

Papa sighed and massaged his temples, he did trust Louis with their son but that wasn't the problem. What if he looked away for just a moment and Zayn was hit by a car or something drastic like that? What if Zayn bumped into someone and they tried to start a fight with him? There were so many scenarios that ran through his head, he was so scared for their son and he knows Mama wouldn't understand, she wasn't always here with Zayn. She didn't see the way he sometimes tripped over his own feet, the way he would sometimes hit his shoulder whenever he turned a corner. Thinking of Zayn out in the world scared him to death.

But to make his son happy, he finally agreed. "Fine, but I want you to call me when you get there and when you're on your way back." Zayn cheered with a sunny smile on his face, his eyes crinkled and his heart jumped with him as he squealed out of happiness. This would be the first time that he'd be out of the house and out in the world, no parents and no fence, just him and Louis and the ice cream shop.

"And, you have to bring your cane." Of course this makes Zayn groan, he absolutely hates using that thing but he'd use it if it meant ice cream with Louis.

Zayn quickly walked to his room, avoiding the sharp corners as he turned around two corners then into his room. He undressed himself until he was only his underwear, he picked up the pajamas and walked to the usual corner where his hamper sat. He tossed them in there before making his way to his dresser.

He ran his fingers across the front, feeling the knobs as he went down and counted them, stopping at the third knob and pulling it open. He pulled out a random t-shirt along with a random pair of shorts. He quickly pulled on his clothes, then closed the drawer.

He went the first drawer and took out a folded pair of socks, then slid them on quickly. It took Zayn a while to find his sneakers but once he did, he pulled them on and placed the shoe box back where it was before.

Then Zayn searched the top his nightstand where he had placed the piece of paper that Louis gave him that he was told had his phone number on it. He grabbed it tightly once he felt it and then got on his knees, feeling under his bed for the folded up cane and pulling it out once he found it.

Afterwards, he made his way to the living room, he took the house phone off the coffee table then made his way to the kitchen where he remembers his parents last being.

"Papa, can you call this number, it's Louis'." Papa nodded even though Zayn couldn't see him and took the small piece of paper and the phone out of his hands. He dialed the number and handed Zayn the phone who placed it to his ear.

"Hello?" Louis said with a loud yawn following. Zayn giggled as he walked out of the kitchen muttering a small 'thanks' and making his way to the living room so their conversation could be more private.

"It's Zayn! Guess what?"

"You have a phone?"

"No, this is my house phone. But guess what, Louis!" Zayn said, repeating himself.

"What?"

"We can eat ice cream together," Zayn said loudly, a giddy feeling flowing throughout his body causing his arms to shake out of excitement. He really liked hanging around with Louis so he couldn't wait until he was alone with him and away from his parents and in an ice cream shop.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. I'm already dressed, can we go now?"

Louis sighed, he had only just woken up and probably would've slept longer if Zayn hadn't called him. He looked at the digital clock next to his bed side and groaned when he saw the time, it was already one in the afternoon. He really needed to stop going out late to parties or he was going to end up sleeping through some sort of important event one day. "Sounds good, be there in ten, okay? Wait on the porch for me." Zayn hummed and Louis hung up, he quickly got up from his full size bed and went to take a five minute shower, he wasn't going to smell like alcohol and drugs around this pure kid.

After about eight minutes of waiting, Zayn could hear Louis' adidas colliding with the concrete path that led to the steps he sat on. He smiled when he heard them stop in front of him and that warmth radiated to him, he was much more calming than the lake could ever be. "Ready to go?" Louis asked, taking Zayn's hand that was already being held out for him to take, the other hand holding his cane. The kid stood when he felt the warmth of Louis' hand wrap around his own.

"Ready."