The Forgotten Child

16

Zayn stayed in his room all night, despite Harry and Louis asking him to come down for dinner. It was about 9 p.m right now and Zayn was laying on his bed still fully dressed with tear stains littering his cheeks as he laid on his side with his arms crossed.

"Zayn?" Harry asks walking in with a plate of food in his hand. "I brought you some food."

"Go away." Zayn muttered as he turned over so his back was now facing Harry.

"Zayn you need to eat bud. I know how hard it is for you right now." Harry says and Zayn about explodes.

"No! You don't know anything about me! I stopped talking to you a long time ago and you think that by somehow allowing me to come live with you will make up for that. Well it sure as hell doesn't, because you still don't know anything You stopped trying!" Zayn snapped as tears began to roll down his face once again.

"Zayn, I am trying though, I am trying now." Harry says calmly.

"It shouldn't have taken you this long! Just leave me alone, please." Zayn practically begs, alligator sized tears rolling down his cheeks.

"Zayn you're not going to talk to me like that. I'm you dad and I realize-" Harry was cutoff by Zayn scoffing.

"You are NOT my dad. You may be my father, but anyone can be a father not everyone can be a dad. I wish you had never come back into my life!" Zayn snaps and Harry is hurt, badly. He sets down the plate of food and walks out of the bedroom without another word. And now Zayn's the one to feel like a terrible person. Of course he didn't mean it but he with still frustrated about his mum, he was confused, and he was upset about the entire day. And Zayn knew all of that, so he decided to let Harry cool off before going to apologize.

"Harry, what happened?" Louis asks and Harry shakes his head.

"I don't know Louis. I don't know anymore." Harry mumbles.

"What don't you know?"

"I don't know what to do anymore."

"Hazza, he's just having a really rough day. He was literally torn away from his mom. That's hard, especially for him after all he has gone through." Louis reasons rubbing his husbands back. Ever since Zayn was little, Louis has felt like a voice for Zayn even if Zayn hated him. Although he didn't personally know what it was like to be in Zayn's situation, he was forced to watch his parents get divorced and it wasn't fun. So whenever Zayn would come stay with them, Louis felt like he would need to calm Harry down if Zayn would act up or do something ridiculous just so he could get some of his fathers attention. He knew Zayn acting up at school or at home was just so he get a sliver of his dads attention and Louis knows because he would do the same thing too.

"No he hates me, he hates living here, he hates us, Louis. If he doesn't want to live here anymore, I won't make him." Harry says with a sigh.

"Harry we can't give up on him when it gets hard. He's only eleven, he's a child. We never gave up on Liam and Niall when it got hard through the adoption process." Louis reminds him.

"I know, I know, I just really hate having my own biological son hate me."

"Harry you need to listen to me. Zayn has got serious issues, we both knew that going into all of this, it's going to take a lot longer than a couple of weeks for him to gain our trust. He is confused and scared and puts up a wall between us and him to protect himself. Harry just give it a couple more days." Louis practically begs because he knew it wasn't fair for Zayn. He remembers the happy little boy who used to run around this house, he knows that boy is in there somewhere.