Sweet Creature

Ready to Run

Zayn's POV
     

     Today was the day that we were finally going to pick up Lainey and bring her to come be our baby. We had been watching her for quite some time now and knew she would be the perfect little girl for us. All five of us drove around in the car for quite some time and finally arrived on Lainey's street. We were contemplating getting out and going to her door, when Niall spotted her running from her house. She looked as though she was running in fear, as if something or someone was chasing her. 

"Harry, follow her. She does not look like she is doing well," I instructed.

      As we followed closely, running between houses, it hit me that she was only wearing a sports bra and short-shorts. This stunned me as it was below freezing outside. Whatever she was running from was not planned. 

     

     She continued sprinting until she had reached the park nearby and we lost sight of her. Harry quickly pulled into a parking lot and we all jumped out, looking in different directions. I quickly paced down a trail and the sound of whimpers appeared.
When she came into view, I audibly gasped, but she seemed too upset to notice. Her body was covered in bruises worse than I had ever seen and gashes littered her arms and legs. She was dangerously skinny and her face seemed pale and flushed.I slowly approached her, but the second she saw me she turned to run. I, however, saw this coming and quickly wrapped my arms around her. She began screaming, kicking, and crying. I could hear the lads coming towards us as I desperately tried to calm her.

      Liam knelt down next to us, "Easy there, love. We are not going to hurt you in any way. I want to give you some medicine to help calm down. Can you swallow a pill for me, hun?" Lainey began thrashing around in fear, then her face changed dramatically. She looked paranoid. She began to claw at my arms and, when I would not let her up, she bashed her head down hard into the concrete. The boys exchanged concerned looks, then came forward to help. Niall put his hands behind Lainey's head to try and prevent her from hurting herself more. Louis held her legs to prevent her from having a wide range of motion.

     Harry spoke sternly to her, "Lainey, love, do not hurt yourself. That is absolutely not allowed. You are going to feel a little prick in your bottom and then you might start to get a little sleepy. You need some medicine so you can calm down." Liam and harry worked the edge of her pants and panties down, then swabbed her with antiseptic. "Alright, little poke," Harry warned as he pushed a syringe of medication in her. Instantly, her movements slowed and became weak.

     "Let's get her in the car," Liam instructed. I lifted Lainey onto my hip, her head falling loosely over my shoulder, and began walking to the car. We laid her down in the back of the van where the seats had been taken out to make it easier to transport her. Harry got in the driver's seat and began the thirty minute drive back to our flat.

     "Lainey, baby, are you with us?" Louis asked. Lainey gave a little grunt and just stared at the ceiling, tears beginning to drip down her face. Niall thumbed them away and rubbed her shoulder to comfort her. "I am going to put you in some warm, comfy clothes, sweetheart. If you feel like you are going to hurt yourself, let us know immediately, alright?" Louis began to slide Lainey's shorts down and she broke him off by screaming and trying to sit herself up.

     "Shhhhhh," Liam cooed, gently pushing her chest back. "Let us get you dressed, baby. I need you to stay laying down. Especially after you hit your head as hard as you did." Lainey continued to push at our hold, but due to her size and the medication, was unable to put up much effort. Louis quickly got her shorts off and slipped her panties down. He easily lifted her hips and slid a diaper underneath.

     He went to apply powder, but gasped sharply, "She is extremely bruised down here... F***." He gently wiped some cream on her, earning even more fight from Lainey. "Easy, baby," he cooed, "I'll be done in a minute." He quickly applied powder and taped a diaper on her. We decided against taking her sports bra off, for her comfort, and got her into a leopard-print onesie.

     "There, nice and comfy," Niall spoke, planting a kiss on her forehead. Lainey eased up for the remainder of the ride, but I really wanted to know: what's torturing your head, little one?