Visiting Hours

Harry held his head low as he walked with Tom through the cold, Grimm hospital. He trudged along with long strides, his hands never leaving his pockets.

It was his first day of his torture, as he liked to call it. His body shivered when the cold, stale air wrapped around him and the hairs on the back of his neck stood up. He knew he wasn't going to like this but he continued to walk down the dreadfully long hallway. He could hear Tim talking but couldn't understand the words; his mind was somewhere else he had never been one to like children and now he has to spend 700 hours of his life with a bunch of sick ones? He dreaded the idea of it all. He didn't want to see their sad, sickly faces looking at him, hoping for a cure that he couldn't provide. Harry felt a hard slap in the side if his face.

"Harry!" Tom yelled making the distraught boy lose his train if thought. He looked up at his parole officer and friend with pleading eyes. He would give anything not to do this right now, or ever. Tom signed and placed a firm, comforting hand on the boys shoulder.

"Harry I know you don't want to but you have to, just think about what it would have been like in jail; all of those men who have actually killed people."
Harry sighed knowing that Tom was right again. His shaky hand reached out for the cold door knob. He twisted the fur and opened it to food a sight he didn't redirect to see...

Happiness...

The children weren't sad or sickly, they were playing with toys and coloring pretty, and not so pretty, pictures. A small smile pulled at Harry's lips but he suppressed it, not wanting Tom to think he won. He took a small step inside, step by step he got closer to the children; some started and some were completely oblivious. He stopped at a little boy that was playing by himself with a red power ranger action figure. He looked down at the adorable boy. He had so much innocence. He art there a created a new world around him consisting of robots and crime fighters and damsels in distress. Harry smiled for the first time in a long time.

The small boy could feel a pair of eyes on the back of his neck and slowly turned around making eye contact with the curly haired lad. He smiled up at him.

"Hi I'm Zayn, wanna be the black one?" He asked, giving the mighty black power ranger in Harry's face. He just chucked and grabbed the toy.
Zayn showed him how to play. They were to rescue to ducky before it drowned in the bowl of cheerios, our as Zayn liked to call it, "save Mr. Duck from the bad cereal people!" Harry played along willingly feeling oddly attached to the small raven haired boy. He looked down at the toddler with adoration.

"Hey Z?" Harry asked. Zayn didn't look away from his 'mission' just replied with a grumble.

"How old are you?"
He looked down at his hands and tried to figure out how old he was on his fingers. His little pink tongue poked out the side of his mouth as he concentrated. He finally held up a hand with all five fingers up.

"5?" Harry asked, Zayn smiled triumphantly and nodded his head, going back to playing.
Tom looked at the two from afar and smiled, he knew this would be a good thing for Harry. He turned and walked ought if the room, he would be back in a few hours to pick Harry up, but for now, Harry was all good being the black power ranger.



Zayn’s loud giggles filled the entire children’s ward as Harry tickled the little boy senseless.

“Ahaha noooo…” Zayn yelled through the laughter as Harry picked him up and placed Zayn on his shoulder. He ran around and made airplane noises. Zayn continued laughing his head off.

“I fly!” Zayn yelled, using the ever so great 5 year old grammar.

“Hawwy, I fly!” He screamed giggling into Harry’s curls tickling his little nose. Harry chuckled at the amazement on Zayn’s face. He carried the small boy through the air and made him soar.
After a while a young nurse came in the room with two trolleys filled with food. Harry carried Zayn to his hospital bed.

“Lunch time!” The small girl said. Zayn bounced up and down excitedly. Harry chuckled to himself. The woman passed lunch bag after lunch bag to each child, each one having their names on them. When The woman reached Harry, he was surprised to to see that he too had a lunch bag with his name embroidered on it.

“I heard you would be joining us for a while so I got one made for you,” she said sweetly. She handed Zayn his and he quickly got into a crisscross apple sauce position and opened his sack. His eyes lit up as he pulled a bowl of cubed grilled chicken out of the bag. He wiped his hand with hand sanitizer and pulled off the lid. Harry was confused as to why Zayn was so excited about some ordinary chicken.

“Do you like chicken Z?” harry asked curiously. Zayn smiled up at him.

“Yes! I get special chicken because I’m special!”
(If you have been in this fandom for a while you will know what that is from)

Harry chuckled shaking his head and opening his lunch. He sat with Zayn on his bed as they ate; Harry having spaghetti pasta with fruit and bread, Zayn enjoying his grilled chicken cubes and macaroni which caused him to get cheese sauce all over his mouth. Harry smiled as he wiped Zayn’s face with a napkin.
Harry was in the middle of reading Zayn Clifford The Big Red Dog when Tom came in tapping on his shoulder.

“Hey Haz, it’s time to go for the day,” Tom said looking at the two boys snuggled up in bed together. Harry groaned and pouted not wanting to leave the little boy he had gotten so close to.

“C’mon Harold you will be back tomorrow,” he said trying to pull Harry out of the bed. Zayn grabbed onto his shirt before he could walk away. He ferociously shook his head.

“No, you no go away!” He said huffing and puffing and crossing his little arms. Harry sighed and grabbed Zayn’s little hand inside of his.

“I will be back tomorrow, I promise, Z.” He said giving Zayn a huge hug. He started walking away, when he turned back he noticed a single tear slip from Zayn’s eye as the small boy plopped down on his bet and covered his head with his blanket. Harry sighed one more as he left the room with Tom; he couldn’t wait to get back here tomorrow.

Notes

I hope you like the first chapter of Visiting Hours!!!!! I tried to kill as many people with cute fetus Zayn, did it work? cause it definitely did for me.

The first person to tell me what that quote is from gets a shout out!!!!!!!!!!

So what do you think? Please leave comments below with feedback and just random things. I really hope everyone likes this story so far and want me to continue.

Bye for now
~~Lauryn~~

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