Louis POV
Liam wakes me up when he comes home from collecting Niall and Harry from school.
"Hi baby." He says and bends down to kiss my forehead.
"Hey." I say and try to rub some of the tiredness out of my eyes.
"How's Zayn?" He asks and we both look down to the raven haired boy who is snuggled into my side and still looks a bit pale.
"He's fine, he's been a bit clingy since we got home but I think that's just because he's sick. He also had an accident not long after we came home so that's why the sheets are changed. I don't think any actually got on the sheets because there were towels down, but I decided to just freshen the sheets up too." I say and he nods looking at Zayn worriedly.
"When is he due more medicine?"
"When he wakes up I'll give him some more paracetamol and then he can wait until after he eats something for the Ibruprofen." Liam nods and I go to start dinner while he takes my place on the bed beside Zayn.
Liam's POV
"Papaaaaaaaa." Zayn whines from beside me about ten minutes after Louis left.
"Zaynie it's Dad." I coo and he opens his eyes.
"Dad!" He says excitedly and cuddles into me more. "Missed you." He mumbles into my shirt.
"I missed you too bud. And Papa tells me you've not been too well?" I say and he blushes.
"Hey it's okay, it's just a bug and in sure by tomorrow you'll be fine. However, you're not going to school tomorrow just in case." I say and he just nods.
"How about we go and get something in your tummy?" I say.
"I don't really feel like eating anything."
"I know babe, but you need to have something in your stomach so that the medicine doesn't make you feel even sicker." I say. "How about some soup?"
"Yeah."
"Let's get you some paracetamol and then you can have the soup, then we'll wait a bit and then you can take the Ibruprofen."
I stand up from the bed and walk to the door but I turn back to face the bed when I don't hear Zayn follow. Zayn is still siting on the bed looking at me with puppy dog eyes and lifts his hands up pleadingly.
"Okay baby, you could've just asked." I say as I walk over to pick him up.
Zayn's always been very light, it says so on the medical records we managed to get ahold of, but I think it's just to do with the fact he was a bit malnourished because his father never cared for him.
It pains me to think about it.
I situate him on my hip and he hides his face in my neck. I walk into the kitchen with him and sit down on one of the chairs and pull him into my lap.
"Lou, can you please make Zaynie here some soup?" I say.
"Sure, I'll give you the paracetamol tablet while I make it." He says and hands me a packet of paracetamol and a glass of water.
I pop one of the pills and hand Zayn it along with the glass of water. He takes the pill and swallows it down with a gulp of water and then leans his head on my shoulder.
We sit like that until the soup is ready. When the soup is ready Louis places it down in front of us and Zayn leaves it a bit to cool down.
"Baby, I think it'll be cool enough now. Come on, eat up." I say and nudge him forward, towards the table a bit more.
He just groans and tries to hide his face back in the warmth of my shirt.
"Zayn, if you're not going to eat it then I'll spoon feed you like a baby, but you have to eat." I say and when I don't get a reply I sigh and take the spoon with soup and bring it towards his mouth.
He opens his mouth and eats it. I chuckle to myself thinking how he's been really clingy all day and now he wants me to feed him. He probably just likes the attention he's getting.
I continue to feed him until there's no more soup left and he says he's full. I pick him up and take him into the living room where he curls up on my lap and cuddles into my chest.
Lou comes in ten minutes later and Zayn takes the Ibruprofen he's brought for him. We continue to sit and watch Friends, a favourite of both of ours, until the phone rings.
It only rings a couple of times and Louis gets it. I hear him say 'hello' to the person on the other end and then he comes into the living room and tells Zayn that it's someone for him.
Zayn's POV
I take the phone off of Papa.
Zayn
Justin
Hello?
Zayn! Are you okay? I heard you threw up in English.
Justin! Yeah I've got a bit of a bug, but Dad and Papa are taking care of me.
That's good I was just phoning to see if you were okay. I missed you at lunch today.
Oh, I didn't really think anyone would miss me.
Of course they would! You always light up any room you walk into, and you have the best smile I've ever seen and your jokes are so funny. Everyone kind of felt lost with out you there, especially me.
Justin, stop!
I can practically see you blushing on the other end of the phone. But it's okay, it's cute.
You think it's cute?
Eh - um, yeah I do. I think you're cute.
I think you're cute too.
Cute? Me? Nah I'm more manly.
Oops, yeah sorry. You're very handsome.
That's more like it babe.
Babe?
It just slipped out. I've got to go, Josh is calling me for dinner. I'll talk to you later though.
Okay, bye!
Bye babe, hope you feel better.
*end of phone convo*
Babe? He actually called me babe. And cute! And I called him handsome! I don't know where the sudden confidence came from but I'm glad that call happened, I think he knows I like him though.
"So who was on the phone Zee?" Dad asks coming back into the living room with Papa.
"Oh, Justin just called to make sure I was okay."
"Awww, that was awful nice of him." Papa says at the same time as Dad asks:
"Did he say anything else to you?"
I just rolled my eyes and told them I wanted to finish watching Friends. Dad came over to the couch and sat down beside me and allowed me to snuggle into him.
I'm definitely feeling better after that conversation.
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