Louis.

I woke up, groaning from the sunlight peeking through the window that beamed on my face. Wait. window? I opens my eyes quickly,looking around and seeing that I'm in a plain white room. And not to mention some bars preventing me from getting out. I started to panic.

Where the fuck am I? am I in that guy from last nights house? or did he sell me to some underground child sex trafficking?

No. He wouldn't. He did call himself daddy so I'm probably at his place. I hope he is what I'm looking for. Well if he is, and I'm so desperate for a daddy now but I won't give in right away. I don't know what his plans are. I don't even know if I can trust him! I won't give in to anything until I can. No matter how bad I want it.

I stood up in the adult sized crib when I heard footsteps out the door, it was hard since the mattress was very soft and squishy so I had to hold onto the bars to balance myself.

The door opened revealing the man from last night. He had a smile on his freshly shaven face, I frowned at him.

"I see someone's awake. Don't give me that face or the tickle monster is going to vist a certain someone" He better not be talking about me. I'll punch his beautiful face.

"d-don't touch me" I whimpered

"That's nonsense, how would I be able to carry my baby around then?" I will murder him if he touches me, well not murder but hurt him. I just can't give in to this man no matter how badly I yearn this.

While I was having an inner conflict I didn't notice Zayn lifting me out the crib and carrying me. When we got to a bathroom I was confused as he sat me on the toilet. It was a beautiful bathroom, with a nice big bath tub at the wall. It was pretty and looked expensive.

My head snapped towards the sudden sound of water and that when I saw Zayn turning on the water and plugging the tub.

No. No. No. A thousand times no.

"Its bath time baby.  Daddy will even let you undress yourself, but only this once understood? I wont look either promise" As I began taking off my clothes, Zayn had put bubble soap into the tub and moved the water around to create the bubbles. He turned off the water and by then all was left on was my superman boxers. I blushed and covered my tummy as he stared at me.

"Those come off as well, cutie" He got closer to me "Does my little one need help?"

I shook my head and backed up, "No"

"How will daddy get to clean your willy then, silly?" He smiled, making me shiver.

"Please no" My voice shooked as I felt on the verge from crying. He got closer to me which made it worse for me to breath.

"Maybe daddy and baby can bath together? will that make feel better babe?" He placed a hand on my shoulder while his other was hooked into the waistband of my boxers. and that was all it took for the start of my panic attack.

I couldn't breath, I felt like I was going to die if I tried to and of course the man had took note of this. He sat on the toliet seat,which was covered, and sat me in his lap, rocking us. It calmed me down somewhat but I still didn't like the fact he was touching me.

"I'm so sorry baby. How about we save the bath for tomorrow yeah? you still need yummies in your tum tum. my poor baby probably havent had a good meal. don't worry, cause daddy is going to fix that right away" He stood up and shifted me onto his hip as he carried me out the bathroom and back to the room I was in when I woke up. He layed me down on a large table that was squishy and somewhat comfortable. He pushed a pacifier into my mouth, I was surprised, "don't spit it out" he warned. I was too emotionally exhausted anyways to do so.

He took off my boxers to which my hands flung over my manhood. I didn't want him looking at all or make note of how small it was.

"Lou, we just went over this. Daddy will always see your willy no matter what, understood?" he stared it my eyes makin me feel even more uncomfortable but I nodded my head anyways and slowly moved my hands  away. "good job" I layed there very still, looking at the ceiling, thinking about escape. I could run and try to fight him but I'll probably lose. if I did succeed where would I go? I don't  even have clothes on! by the time I finished that thought Zayn had secured a diaper on me. I started crying again but silently this time. he had put me in a fucking diaper. I am a teen not a damn baby! When dressed me in a light pink adult onesie that had little yellow duck spread across it, I choked on a sob which made him look up.

"Oh no princess don't cry. You look so cute in this and daddy wants to make sure you always feel good. suck on your dummy love it'll make you feel better" he wiped some tears away and I started sucking on the rubber. it really did soothed me. huh maybe living with Zayn will be actually good.
I didn't notice when he picked me up but we made it to the kitchen to which he grabbed a bottle and a small bowl of mush. He carried me into what I guess is the living room. He set the bowl and large bottle on the coffe table that was close to the couch which he sat on, sitting me on his lap. I squirmed a little which Zayn had given me a stern glare. He picked up the bowl again and brought a spoon of it to my lips after taking the pacifier out. I whined about the pacifier, I wanted it. I needed it's comfort. Zayn had basically forced fed me the mushed up bananas until it was all gone to which he had grabbed the bottle and sort of layed my down. I was still in lap, my head was in the crook of his arm. He put the nipple of the bottle into my mouth to which I obeyed drinking the liquid. my vision got blurry as I drifted off to sleep. I wasn't even tired but I guess it's good to sleep. The last thing I heard was a whispered "I love you so princess. I just want to help you so please let me" then it was black