Chapter 3

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Perrie

When we got upstairs to the guest room, I decided to let Niall know that this was his room for the time being.

"Niall, this is where you will be sleeping. Is it okay?" I ask, trying to get him to talk again. He nods his head and looks around the room, still holding onto my hand kind of tightly-but I don't mind one bit.

After a couple of minutes, Zayn came into the room with the black trash bag that the young boy carried here. He dug in the bag until he received a pair of worn out sweat pants and an old stained shirt. I am defiantly going to get him some new clothes by tomorrow night.

Zayn set the clothes on the bed while I turned to the small boy who has yet let go of my hand.

"Sweetie, do you want me to help you with your clothes or do you want Zayn?" I ask him in a calm voice while I rub circles onto his hand with my thumb. I already knew he was going to pick me because he didn't know Zayn very well yet, but I still wanted him to know he has a choice.

Niall looks up when I start talking, but turns to looks up at Zayn as if he will do something when he's not looking. After patiently waiting for about minute he mumbles "you" very quietly, not taking his eyes off of Zayn.

Zayn nods his head and says that he is going to find a book for us to read. I turn back from Zayn to see little tears falling from the small boys eyes.

"Hey baby, what's with the tears? There's no need for tears, your alright. Do you want to change clothes super fast before we go and brush our teeth? Then we can listen to a story for a bit." I say, trying to make everything seem as calm as possible.

He nods his head so I quickly start taking off his clothes and replacing them with the ones on the bed. I'm really worried with how small he is under his clothes. I knew he looked small earlier and he was shorter than he should be, but this was very concerning to me. He also has all sorts of different bruises and scars on his little body and it just makes me want to hold him and keep him safe from all of the evil in the world. Maybe after I get him to sleep I can ask Zayn if Elizabeth left a file for us. If so then I'll read over them tomorrow with Zayn after they get back from school.

After I got him into his sleep clothes I led him into the bathroom where we had a spare tooth brush just in case we got another last minute case or if family came over and needed one.

I got the toothbrush before putting some toothpaste on it and wetting it. However, when I went to give it to the small boy, he let out a sob and stepped back, letting more tears fall down his rosie cheeks.

"Oh baby. I'm not going to hurt you, I was just giving you your tooth brush. Have you brushed your teeth before?" I asked him, setting the toothbrush on the counter before opening my arms. To my surprise, he shook his head before slowly walking towards my arms. The poor little boy just wanted some comfort, and with all he's been through in the past 24 hours I wouldn't doubt it. I gently wrapped my arms around his small body and gently rocked back and forth until he stopped crying. After he stopped I leaned back and looked at him in the eyes.

"Do you want to brush your teeth now? It will make your mouth feel all clean and your smile with be so handsome after words." I say with a smile, but watching him shake his head. "Okay, how about you watch me brush mine first? Will that make it better?" He slowly nods yes so I get my tooth brush and show him how I brush my teeth. After I'm done he doesn't seem as upset as before so I ask him again and receive another nod in return.

I slowly leaned towards the counter and grabbed his toothbrush before giving it to him. He just stood there and looked at it so I decided I would take things into my own hands. I gently grabbed the toothbrush from his small hand and told him to open his mouth. He was hesitant at first, but he slowly opened his mouth after a little bit of reassurance. I slowly put the toothbrush in his mouth before I started to clean his teeth. I let him spit out the toothpaste a couple of times before we were done and I smiled at him.

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