Zayn's smile grew wider as he stared at the house, turning to look at the big lawn and beautiful flowers. It was perfect; it was everything he could ever ask for and more.
"What is it?" Jay asked, smiling at the younger. "I...I was just thinking of how much Harry will love this place." He shed a happy tear, following Jay into the house, were two little girls ran up to her, their mouths working a million miles per minute. "Who's that mommy?" One asked, pointing to Zayn, the other tugging on his arm. "That is Zayn sweetie, he's going to be staying with us."
"Who's staying with us?" A girl with dark hair said, her phone glued to her hand. "Felicite, this is Zayn, him and his brother are going to be staying with us from now on. I expect you to be nice to them, they're part of the family now." She instructed.
Felicite nodded, walking over to Zayn and shaking his hand. "Hi, I'm Felicite." She smiled kindly. "Zayn, and my brother Harry isn't here, he was taken to a foster home before I called your mum here and she agreed to help us out." Zayn explained, pointing over to the girl's mother.
"Well, this is Daisy, Phoebe, Lottie is our other sister, she's in her room with her boyfriend, Tom. Oh and mum, her bedroom door is closed." the girl winked, her mum racing up the stairs. "And Louis is our brother, he's a doll but a bit fruity." Felicite giggled, taking one of her sister's hands. "C'mon Das, I need your help with something."
The blond followed after her, the other one still smiling at Zayn. "Hi I'm Phoebe." She smiled a toothy grin, putting her hands up to Zayn, who picked her up. "Hi Phoebe, I'm Zayn. You're mighty pretty, has anyone ever told you that?"
Phoebe blushed, hiding in his shoulder, giggling wildly. It reminded him of Harry, making him suddenly sad. "What's wrong Zayn?" The little girl asked. "I just miss my brother is all." He shrugged, kissing her forehead before setting her down. "Do you want to see my room!" She asked, taking Zayn's hand and dragging him up the stairs.
Minutes later, she had him dressed in a tutu, a crown on his head and a tea cup in his hand. "Teddy says he likes your hair." Phoebe said in a posh voice, pretending to take a sip of her drink. "Well I like teddies bowtie." he responded, doing the same thing.
"Za-Oh my goodness." Jay laughed, covering her mouth. "You are too cute." she smiled, walking over to her daughter. "She wanted to have tea, but I don't know where the tutu came from." He laughed.
"I'm sorry, she thinks she's a princess." Jay kissed her daughters head, messing her hair. "Then she'll love Harry, he's convinced he's a prince."
"Mummy, whose Harry?" Phoebe asked, looking up at her mom. "Harry is Zayn's little brother." She said, taking the tiara off Zayn's head and setting it on phoebe, then Zayn shimmed the tutu off over his pants and shoes. "I'm truly sorry, they're going to do this to you on a daily basis." Jay laughed. "Honestly, its fine... Harry would do the same if he had all this stuff. I actually enjoy it."
Jay was grateful Zayn was so easy going, putting up with whatever Phoebe demanded of him. Besides, how could he say no to that face?
"Would you like to go see your room?" She asked, taking her daughters room and leading them both down the hall. "It's the guest room, but I hope it does. There's a bathroom in there; and you can do whatever else with the room." She smiled, opening the door.
Zayn gasped, taking in the room. It was perfect, and elegant and made him feel home for once. A big comforter covered the bed; along with a blue couch and a TV where Harry could watch Disney movies all day long.
"And there's something else..." Jay bit her lip, smiling widely.
She then lead Zayn down the stairs to a room on the left of the kitchen, were she opened the door; a large circular room, radiating with sunlight and a beautiful view. "It was a family room, but we got a add on for the house and now its empty...But I was thinking...We could turn it into a little art room for Harry?"
Zayn whimpered, tears leaving his eyes. "Thank you." He whispered, practically tackling Jay in a hug, crying against her shoulder.
"You're very welcome." She pulled away, before turning her head when a shuffling sounded, a tall man standing a few feet away. "Oh! Zayn, this is my Husband, Mark." Jay gestured to the man who smiled at Zayn. "I've heard so much about you." He shook Zayn's hand firmly, before excusing himself to his study.
"Zayn, why don't you go find Louis, I'm sure he's outside somewhere. Check by the stables, he might be playing polo with Niall." She pointed to the glass doors that lead outside which Zayn took to get out back, walking along the path with his hands in his pockets, passing by Felicite and Daisy who were planting some flowers.
Was this not the most perfect family, or what?
"Er, L-Louis?" He asked, looking at the boy mounted on the horse, a polo stick in hand. "Oh, Hi Zayn, What's up?" He asked, getting off the horse, a blonde haired boy doing the same; his blue eyes almost blinding Zayn. "Your mum told me to find you; said I needed to socialize with people my own age, instead of being dragged around in a tutu and tiara by your sisters." Louis chuckled, grabbing the horse's rains and walking it back to the stables were he left hit with a man who unsaddled it and put it away.
"Why don't me and Niall show you the lake! It's not too far from here? We could go swimming!"
Zayn shrugged. He couldn't really think about swimming while Harry could be going through hell. "S-sure, but uhm...Do you have a driver's license? I was wondering if you could take me to my old house, there's some things I left behind of Harry's, I wanted to get them." He asked.
Louis nodded, dragging his friend into the house who introduced himself as the neighbor boy, Niall.
The two changed out of their clothes and into something more casual before heading back down stairs. "Mum, we're taking Zayn to pick up a few things from his old place. We'll be back before dinner, don't worry." He insisted.
Jay nodded, kissing the boys cheeks before sending them off.
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Once arriving at the house, Louis and Niall gave it dirty looks. "You lived here?" He asked Zayn, who sighed. "My mum and dad weren't the richest...Besides; they spent all their money on drugs and booze." He said, grabbing the key from under the matt and un locking the door. "You guys can like, look around I don't care." Zayn shrugged, heading for his and Harry's old room, were he started packing the things he didn't get time to pack.
"How old is your brother?" Louis scrunched is nose, looking at the Disney paintings and bright colors of blue, green and pink colors. "He's 16." Zayn mumbled.
"Kind of Childish, don't you think?" He laughed, picking up the old mickey mouse toy from the ground. "He has autism." Zayn growled, ripping the toy from Louis' hand and putting it in the box. "I-I'm sorry, I didn't know..."
Louis then left the room, making his way down the hall where he found Niall, staring into a dark room in which smelt like cigarettes. "What are you looking at?" He asked his friend, staring at Niall's face. "There's blood like...everywhere." Niall shuddered.
Louis only felt like more of a dick. What had these people been doing to these kids? "You guys are ready?" Zayn asked, holding a box in his arms. "Need any help?" Niall asked and Zayn nodded. "There's a shoe box under my bed, can you grab it?"
Niall nodded as Zayn started down the raddly steps, bringing to box to the SUV.
"Wooh..." Niall mumbled, opening the box, gazing over Zayn's dark artwork of sad little boys, and monsters. "His brother has autism." Louis whispered, grabbing Niall's hand. "I didn't know and I said he was childish and now I think Zayn is mad."
~*~
The boys soon headed home, Zayn remaining quiet the whole trip, his head pressed to the car window, silent tears falling down his cheeks. God did he miss Harry. He just wanted to hold him in his arms and squeeze him tight.
He wanted to show him his new castle, and his wonderful art room, or the big lawn were he could run around or his new sisters who seemed to play pretend as much as him.
Harry would love this place...
~*~
"Jay?" Zayn asked, walking into the living room where she sat reading a book, while the girls watched Sofia The First. "Yeah?" she smiled up at him.
"I was wondering if there was any way I could...Talk to Harry on the phone? Maybe you could call Ms. Edwards and get the Payne's number or anything?" He gulped, rubbing his tired eyes.
"Sure honey, I'll make a few calls." Zayn thanked her, heading up to his room while he waited, flipping through the channels, coming across Aladdin on the Disney channel, deciding to leave it there.
A few minutes later, Jay came in, smiling brightly with the house phone in hand. "Here you go." she smiled, handing the phone to Zayn. "Thank you." He mouthed.
"Hello?" He bit his lips, awaiting a response. "Hi is this Zayn?" A deep voice came; it sounded Gentle and warm. "That's me." Zayn breathed out a sigh of relive these people didn't sound to mean. "Harry, did you want to talk to him?" Zayn could hear Harry squealing quietly, the boy passing the phone to Harry.
"Zaynie?" He screeched. "Charming!" Zayn smiled, trying to bit back his mad Smile. "Miss you." Harry mumbled, a deep sigh escaping him.
"I know baby, I know...But guess what?" He added enthusiasm, ensuring Harry it was good news. "I got you a castle!"
Harry giggled and Zayn could almost hear him jumping around. "Do I get to come stay with you now?" Harry asked cheerily. "Not yet, Charming...there's an evil dragon we have to get rid of first. Then you can come stay with us!" He lied, but he knew it was easier than the truth. "Okay Zaynie!" Harry replied, giggling.
"Harry, time for bed." A woman's voice called. "Uh oh, Sounds like you should get to sleep baby." Zayn sighed. "Goodnight Zaynie, I love you." Harry whispered, the ruffling of sheets ending shortly Harry's soft breaths occuping the space.
"I love you too charming." Zayn whispered, hanging up the phone, holding it close to his chest as he cried.
"Zayn?" Daisy's soft voice mumbled. "Are you okay?" Phoebe added, both girls climbing into the bed with Zayn. "I'm fine girls, are you guys okay?" He wiped his tears, looking at the girls. "No, daisy had a bad dream and Louis wouldn't let us sleep with him so we came in here." Phoebe sighed, her and her sister nuzzling into the blankets.
"You'll protect us from the monsters, right Zayn?" Daisy asked, pulling Zayn's arm around the both of them. "Of course Girls." He smiled.
At least he had someone to keep him company; even if his Hazza was miles away from him.
But soon; Hazza would come home to his castle and meet the Princesses, being Phoebe, Daisy, Lottie and Felicite and he would meet Prince Louis, and Queen Jay. He would meet King Mark, and Duke Niall, and all the wonderful servants of the Kingdom, and he would love it.
It would be everything he ever dreamed of, and so much more.
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