The Bro Code ✔️ Zarry

Code 13 🖋 I Want

"You're a good boy then, Pa." Jaireh praised.

Zayn laughed hysterically, pushing his tongue out between his teeth and ruffling Jaireh's curls. "I meant, I was the reason why the kid has gone to the hospital."

Jaireh gasped, eyes widened. "You bad boy, Pa." He pointed a finger on his Pa, accusing him. Zayn nodded honestly.

"But you know why I did that?"

Jaireh shakes his head and sits more comfortably. Waiting for his father to continue his story. "They were making fun of dad. They're bullying him because he was so small and fragile."

A sweet smile formed into Jaireh's face and he leaned in to kiss Zayn's cheek. "You're a hero, Pa."

Zayn smiled guiltily. "I have to admit that I did bad things to dad, but I don't let other people hurt him. You know." He confessed, tucking away a strand of curls behind Jaireh's ears.

"And..." He paused, "I won't let that happen to you too, big boy." He pointed on Jaireh's nose and the kid scrunched up playfully.
"So, care to share a story with me. I'm done, so it's your turn." He geniusly said after laying back down on the twin-sized bed with his hands under his head. He heard Jaireh sighed and shuffling noises.

"They treat me not kind. They pick at me. Told me I'm a monster." Jaireh sniffled and Zayn sat up immediately, seeing his son looking down and fiddling with his fingers.

"They say I'm ugly. And they say I'm monster because I came out from daddy, while they came out from their mums." The kid continuously sobs, using his collar to wipe his tears.

Zayn was taken aback from those mean things he's son got from his classmates. Feeling like absolute shit that he didn't saw it coming. Now watching his son crying is making him break.

"They tore my drawings apart. I worked for it last night to pass to my teacher, but they tore it apart." The kid shuffled on his bag and showed the tore pieces of paper that have Jaireh's art.

"Why didn't you tell me earlier? I could have sent them to hospitals too." He tried to calm down Jaireh, pulling him up onto his lap and wiping his tears with his thumbs.

"They'd say I'm cry baby. They'd say I'm weak if I told you. I want to be brave, Pa. That's why." The kid sobs while he explains and that made Zayn emotional.

"You are brave, bub. You know why because you told Papa the truth. You didn't keep a secret. You are so brave and Zyril need that, for you to be his hero in the future." Zayn cood, rocking back and forth to calm Jaireh.

Jaireh fell asleep that noon without taking lunch, tired out from crying. Zayn didn't push him to eat before rest. Got down and talked with Harry.

"I didn't think that would happen. I mean, he's been there for months almost a year. Then suddenly this will come out." Harry said, unbelievable about what Zayn just told him about.

"Me too. Whenever I pick him up, there are no kids bullying him. It's just normal, playing with each other and eating extra snacks." Zayn tells, leaning over to see Zyril clutching on her little toe while sucking a pacifier.

"What are you planning to do now?" Harry asked, wanting to know how Zayn will handle this, how Zayn would take this in a more mature way. Zayn sighed and a smile played on his face.

"Maybe my plans for tonight are just right." He beamed, slightly startling to baby on the crib. Harry shushed her quickly before she can cry.

"I'm just here." Harry hissed lightly Zayn pressed his lips together looking apologetically.