Level F, Bait

Zayn’s lounging on his bed, reading. “Hey. So what’s going on?”

“Found a homeless kid in the park. He’s really beat up. Brought him back here for a shower and to figure out where to put him. Oh, and he had these weird dog tags? Saying to call some bloke named Wayne, but he begged me not to.” Louis shrugs. “I dunno. Do we have food in the house?”

“Sure. And why am I not yelling anymore?”

“’Cause he jumps like a baby deer whenever there’s any noise louder than about a fart.”

“You certainly have a way with words.”