Kidnapping Zayn Malik: Mission Impossible ➳ Ziam AU

Chapter 10

Louis' POV.

Zayn,

I don't know if you will ever get this, and I don't know if you could reply, even if you got it.

But I'm still writing anyway.

Just because it will make me feel better to know that you may, with the smallest chance in the world, get it.

I remember, on my 7th birthday, I asked for just one thing. Do you know what I asked for? I asked for a little brother... I knew that I probably wouldn't get one, because my mum had something wrong with her womb, and once she'd given birth to her first born, Me, she couldn't give birth anymore.

But my mother knew how much I wanted a little brother, so I could look after him, and he could follow in my footsteps, and I could be an inspiration to him. So later that day, my mother and father took me to the orphanage, promising we would come back with a little brother. She told me I could choose which child we'd adopt, which I did.

As soon as we stepped foot in the building, kids swamped us with pictures that were badly crayoned with chubby fingers, and failed hand stands, trying to impress us. None of them stood out to me.

Except one.

Do you remember?

I saw a boy, who looked younger than me, with raven black hair, that was small and skinny, so small, a lot smaller than all the other kids, he sat in the corner, his knees pulled up to his chest, and his face his his knees. He looked sad, so I wen't over to him.

"Hello!" I said, being my usual cherry self.

The younger boy's head snapped up, visible tears shining in his eyes, tear tracks on his baby-soft cheeks. He looked up at me, his face scrunching up in what looked to be fear.

He didn't reply to my greeting.

But I didn't give up.

"Why are you crying?" I whispered softly, taking a few steps forward so I was stood right in front of him. I crouched down in front of him, so our eyes were almost level, mine still a big higher.

He flinched back at my closeness, and tried to back up further into the wall, but finding his back was pushed up against the wall to the limit. Fear struck in his eyes as I leaned in, but he refused to open his mouth.

I continued to lean in, and gently lifted my hand to his face. His eyes welled with tears, and I brushed them away as soon as they fell with my raised hand. I gently brushed my hand across his cheek, trying to comfort him.

"Hey. You okay? What's wrong? I'm not going to hurt you, you don't have to be afraid." I whispered.

He shook his head, burying his face back into his knees, as if trying to get away.

I pushed my hand between his face and knees, and gently took his small chin in my hands, and lifted his face  to look up at me. His golden eyes laced with tears, just seconds away from falling, stared up at me, wide as ever.

"I'm Louis. What's your name?" I whispered softly.

His face changed from fear, to surprise, to a slight hint of happiness.

"Za-Zayn" He whispered, flinching back at his own voice.

And the second I heard your voice, I knew, you were going to be my little brother.

And that's what you still are, up to this day.

Let's go down another memory lane, shall we?