1D kidfics ✧

running away.

liam: daddy

louis: papa

zayn: 5 

harry: 3

niall: unborn

zayn sat down staring at the wall as he wiped the tears from his cheeks. 

he was angry at himself.  

somehow, he had managed to get himself in time out not once, not twice, but five times already. 

he sniffled, realizing that he could've simply avoided this if he went to his parents after he had the nightmare about his biological father, however, he didn't want to be a burden. 

"zayn," louis called out gently, "you can come out, love," he said, preparing himself for the five-year-old who he was sure would run into his arms shortly. 

zayn looked up at louis and let out a choked sob before running up to his room, slamming the door closed as he grabbed his tiny backpack, shoving some clothes, his favorite teddy bear and some candy he had stolen earlier. 

he turned around at the sound of a door opening, sighing when he realized that it was only harry. 

"you made papa cwy," the three year old said, crossing his arms. 

zayn bit his lip, guilt coursing through him, "i didn't mean to," he muttered honestly. 

harry looked around curiously, "what're you doing?" he asked, tilting his head slightly to the right as he took in his surroundings. 

"im running away," zayn said firmly. 

harry gasped before shaking his head, somewhat attempting to run away, squealing when zayn grabbed him, somewhat attempting to pick the three-year-old up.

"you can't tell anyone, harry," zayn said firmly, crossing his arms. 

harry bit his lip, tears welling up in his eyes, "but i don't want you to leave," the boy said quietly. 

zayn huffed and grabbed some mini snickers from under his bed, putting them in harrys hands, "promise?"

harry stared at the chocolate with wide eyes as he began nodding his head rapidly, "where you goin' anyway?"

"the park," zayn responded, watching as harry nodded his head, running out of the room.

zayn sighed and grabbed a sweater, putting his back pack on, walking down the stairs as quietly as he could. 

"no, li, he hates me," he heard his papa sob. 

zayn sighed, opening the glass door softly and closing it just as softly as he began walking away from the house. 

the boy walked down on the curb for about five minutes before his eyes lit up:

the park. 

he laughed loudly as he ran towards the park, deciding that today, he would get on every single thing.

~~

"harry! zayn," liam called out, "come downstairs, dinners ready," 

liam raised his eyebrow as he noticed harry coming down the stairs with chocolate all over his face. 

he shook his head fondly, "wheres zayn?" he asked the three-year-old. 

harrys eyes widened as he shrugged his shoulders, running over to louis, 

"he must still be mad at me," louis muttered under his breath, eyes glassy. 

liam huffed, walking up the stairs, clapping his hands, "come on, zayn, we don't want the food to get cold," the man spoke.