homeless [l.s.]

19

louis awoke, what seemed hours later, though it was only about three, to a muffled sound of bedsheets rubbing against eachother.

"okay," a voice said, quietly.

louis opened his eyes, and he saw a blurry image of someone trying to move zayn's cast without waking him up.

"anne?"

"oh, louis. i'm sorry, did i wake you?"

"n-no, i don't think so. do you ever sleep?"

anne let out a soft chuckle, trying to elevate zayn's wrist, "my hours are 8 to 10, so, yes. i do sleep."

"what time is it?" louis yawned, looking around the room, rubbing his eyes, not knowing whether she meant 8pm or 8am.

"9:45. you two fell asleep kind of early."

"oh."

on the bed, however, zayn wasn't being the easiest unconcious person someone would've wanted, "zayn's quite a fidgeter, isn't he?"

"yeah, he is. sorry, he's not usually that bad."

after wiggling around, letting out random noises and wiggling around some more, zayn slowly calmed down, and settled back into a deep sleep.

"alrighty, louis," anne started, after finally elevating zayn's wrist slightly so it was about 3 inches away from the bed, "my apologies for not telling you this earlier, but you need to keep the wrist elevated until the cast is off. it makes it heal faster."

"it does?"

"yep, trust me, it'll be healed before saturday." today was monday.

"thank you, anne. seriously."

"ah, don't worry about it, dear. now, before i go, do you need anything? where are you gonna sleep? i can call harry-"

"i'll just sleep here, in this chair. thank you."

"okay, i'll be back in the morning, if you need anything, press the red button and someone will be here."

"thank you."

the door clicked shut, and louis heard zayn mumble something before turning head and facing his father.

"daddy?"

louis whipped his head back around, "what're you doing awake?" he said, kneeling next to the bed, "it's way past your bedtime."

"i had a weird dream."

"how weird?"

"like, if we suddenly got food weird."

that would've been weird.

"tell me about it."

"well, like- someone was touching me," louis inhaled a bit, "and i didn't like it. i told them to stop but they didn't."

"wh- who was- what?"

"it doesn't matter," zayn said abruptly, turning his head back, "why is my wrist up here?"

"hold on," louis stopped him, "who was touching you? can you remember what they looked like?"

"um, she had brown-ee hair, and she had, uh- like, skin. yeah, she had tan skin."

louis thought for a moment, before he had actually felt he had hit rock bottom.

zayn was thinking of elenor.

"okay, okay. alright, that's fine, we can just- ignore everything-" louis started to ramble, panicking slightly.

"okay, you- uh, go- go to sleep. go back to sleep, love. it's late."

"but i'm awake now!"

"no you're not."

"yes i am." he dramatically folded his one arm around his waist

"go back to sleep." louis said, sternly.

"but i don't want to!"

"don't use that tone on me, mister."

zayn made a 'hmph' sound before he flopped down on the bed, his back facing louis, and he shut his eyes tight.

"goodnight, zayn." louis said in a sing-song voice.

after a bit of silence, he finally heard the words, "goodnight daddy."

A/N hey so this is kinda like a filler chapter bc i'm a bad writer and transitioning in stories sucks!!

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