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“His behavior is driving this whole house to the ground!” Louis shouted while he pulled at his hair in frustration.
“I know Lou, but what are we supposed to do. He’s twenty years old,” Liam said making a good point.
“That doesn’t fucking matter. We’re his best friends, and have been since we were five, but now because we're all living in a house together, and going to university together we should continue to let Zayn act like a fucking mad man!” Louis shouted in rage. Niall and Harry were taken back by Louis behavior, he never gets this mad.
Liam shook his head at Louis.“No, but yelling at the top of your lungs isn’t going to make anything better; so if you have a great idea about how to help Zayn then just say it already,” Liam said, feeling a bit irritated by Louis current approach.
Louis smiled. “Actually I do Liam. We all want Zayn to quit smoking, doing other drugs, and drinking, so I suggest we do Age Play, because rehab isn’t going to help him,” Louis said. Harry nodded, and so did Niall, but Liam looked puzzled, he thinks Louis is just trying to pull his leg.
Liam crosses his arms across his chest. “You can’t be serious. Right? He will be having withdrawals that we have no idea how to deal with, a rehab center will know what to do, and will be able to care for him,” Liam argued. .
Louis rolled his eyes. Liam really is stupid isn’t he. “Have you looked into rehab centers?” Louis paused looking directly at Liam to see him nod 'no.' “Exactly, so you don’t know anything. I looked into it, and found out that a lot of patients go crazy after being 'fixed', because of the pills they give. Places like that try to hide their reviews, because they're that bad. Also we would rarely get to see him, plus we are not rich as fuck, so we can’t bring him somewhere nice. After I found all that out I almost gave up, but then I saw something called Age Play, and I found that it has helped so many ex-drug addicts, drinkers, etc. just a lot of people. Plus the websites told me how everything works, even about when someone is having withdrawls, so yes I am serious about this,” Louis explained.
Liam still felt concerned, but he shook his head in agreement.
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One Week Later
“Everything is set. Now remember don’t give in, don’t tell him why we are doing this, just treat him as a baby,” Louis said while the other three nodded.
They all sat on the couch waiting for Zayn. They all knew he would be back from his friends any minute now.
“Thanks guys, see ya tomorrow!” Zayn yelled waving a goodbye to his ‘friends’, then he shut the door, took his shoes off, and walked towards the living room; where he saw his four friends staring up at him.
“Why the fuck are you all staring at me!” Zayn shouted starting to walk off to his room, but he was quickly taken back into the living room by Liam, who was pulling a kicking Zayn to the middle couch.
“Let go!” Zayn yelled, but no one let go, instead Harry and Niall held onto Zayn's legs, while Liam held down his arms.
“Guys I don’t know what the fuck you're doing, but if you don’t let me up, then I’ll leave I swear!” Zayn screamed hoping to get a reaction out of the four, but nothing. They continued despite the threat. Louis started pulling down Zayn's trousers, and then his boxers.
Zayn would not stop thrashing around making it hard to continue, but Louis is keeping his cool and patience.
Once boxers were completely off Louis picked up a nappy.
“Stop!!! No!!! You guys are all FUCKING crazy!!!” Zayn shrieked.
Louis ignored his comment and slowly slid the nappy onto Zayn’s body. Zayn closed his eyes trying to make himself believe that this is all just a fucked up dream, but it wasn’t.
"HELP! SOMEONE!" Zayn screamed bloody murder.
The boys started to shush Zayn, but Zayn was not going to calm down anytime soon.
The boys still had him held down, they know if they let him up he would run.
“Awe doesn’t the baby look so pretty in his nappy,” Niall cooed smiling down at the baby.
Zayn is becoming so confused, he doesn't understand why this is happening. It is too much that he starts to cry.
“Oh baby don’t cry, come on,” Harry said.
Liam knew this would be his best time to get Zayn up to his crib, so he picked up Zayn, and ran up the stairs all the way to Zayn’s room. Once inside Zayn began to cry harder. He didn’t understand why the boys were embarrassing him.
“It’s okay Zaynie, nothing to cry about,” Liam said shushing him.
Zayn did just the opposite and continued to cry.
Liam kept shushing him, and set him in his adult sized crib.
“Okay Zaynie I’ll be back in an hour,” Liam said walking out.
Zayn really began to look around once he left. He saw a changing table, stuffed animals, a rocking chair, and tons of books. Zayn didn’t understand any of this and he wanted to know what was going on. He also hadn’t had a smoke in the past five hours while he was out with friends, and he was really looking forward to it when he got home, but now he’s sat in an adult sized crib that he can’t get out of.
The one question that really wouldn’t leave his mind was, “What did I do wrong to deserve this?”
As the hour progressed, so did Zayn’s anger. He was quite pissed at the guys stupid joke, the second they come back boy will they be in for it.
The door began to open, and Zayn quickly stood up in the crib nappy less. It was something he had done out of anger in the hour they had left him.
“Zaynie. Why is your nappy on the ground?” Liam asked angrily picking up the dry nappy, and setting it upon the changing table.
Zayn snorted. “Fuck you Liam, I Fucking hate you, and whatever the Fuck this is ends now!” Zayn shouted as he stuck his middle finger out.
Liam was so done. No baby of his gets to act like that, and get away with it. Liam walks over towards the crib, he grabbed Zayn out, and quickly landed three smacks to his bottom.
“Ow, let go Liam!” Zayn screamed punching at Liam's back as he was pulled over Liam's lap, he continued punching everywhere, but came to a halt when Liam landed a smack to his bare bottom.
Liam continued hitting Zayn’s bottom for four minutes. It was four minutes of pure terror in Zayn’s mind, and he couldn’t stop sobbing.
“Shush, calm down baby, it’s okay, it’s okay. Let's get your nappy back on,” Liam casually said picking up a hesitant Zayn.
Zayn felt like his whole bottom was on fire, he actually wouldn’t be surprised if it was.
“I’ll put on some cream to make it feel better baby,” Liam softly said. Zayn nodded not even caring about the stupid name, he just wants the burn to end. Liam grabbed a bottle, and poured some into his hand and he gently rubbed it onto Zayn’s bottom.
Zayn relaxed once he felt the nice cool cream.
Liam set the cream down, then grabbed a nappy, and lifted Zayn’s legs which was a lot easier because Zayn was so out of it that he let the nappy be tapped up.
“Bedtime baby,” Liam gently said while bringing baby Zayn over to his crib. Once Zayn was placed in his crib Liam left poor Zayn all alone, and confused.
“Is the joke over yet,” Zayn whispered out quietly as a tear ran down his face.