Little Bird (Ziall Horlik) M-preg

Chapter 7

Zayn's POV

"Yeah, I'd love to talk to a group of kids about art!" I said enthusiastically on the phone with a teacher from my old school in Bradford. Their teacher was actually my first real art teacher that made me feel so passionate towards art. The group was coming in today, but she wanted to make it extra special for the kids because they had been studying some of the art I sell and even some of my own pieces.

"Alright, see you in a bit." I said and hung up the phone. I ran from my office room to jump in the shower, but first I checked on Niall, Liam and the babies.

Liam has been staying with us for over a week now, ever since his little break down. I'm too scared to let him go home because he's not stable. I have a psychiatrist coming in every day to talk to him about his problem, they also have him on depression medication. I talked to the man that helps him and he told me this whole depression he was in wasn't only because of the guilt he felt for Niall and the babies. He said it was a long time coming from stress, his need to be perfect, his loneliness, and the fact that he doesn't really see his family much anymore because of how far they live. He already had a weak mind, so it took one thing to set him off into this dark world he lives in. The only time I see him actually smile is when he's holding my children or helping Niall with bathing them, changing them or even just talking to them. He's not the same Liam I knew, he almost seems like he lost his mind, but really he just finds his joy in taking care of the babies.

I looked into the nursery and saw Liam sitting on the window seat, curled up just looking out the window. Niall was sitting in the rocking chair feeding one of the twins, while the other was sleeping. Even though they're one month old, they still sleep allot.

"I have to head to the museum, do you guys need anything?" I asked, walking over to give Niall a kiss. He smiled at me then motioned over to Liam.

"He's been really happy in here. I think he likes the new task of responsibility." Niall whispered to me. I turned to see Liam still looking out the window, but he had a peace over him that I hadn't seen in a long time.

"Li, do you need anything before I leave?" I asked him, after going to him. He shook his head and smiled at me, a real smile with no sadness behind his eyes.

"Thank you." He whispered to me. I felt like the old Liam was back and it made me want to cry. I pat his shoulder and cleared my throat, god I'm so emotional around him.

"Okay, I'm going to shower then leave. Have fun, don't burn down the house and I'll bring home dinner when I get back." I told the two boys, then kissed Aliyah on the nose making her green eyes open to look at me then going back to sleep. I went over the Niall and moved the blanket covering him so I could kiss my son who was eating happily. I kissed Niall one more time telling him I loved him, then went to go get ready.

I arrived at the museum and saw it was completely full. There were some paparazzi out side when I got out of my car that asked me questions about my dad and Niall, I just ignored them and told them to have a nice day. I never answer their questions because they know how to twist my words into saying things I would never say.

I went in the back ally of the museum, because there were some people that saw me get here, and were starting to crowd the door. Sometimes it's weird that people even think I'm a celebrity just because of my art company. I'll never get used to it, but it's not that bad.

"Mr.Malik, it's good to see you here. The school group is already walking through, so all you have to do is go talk to them and you'll be out of here to go home to your babies." My secretary told me as I looked through a few letters on my desk. I found one that was anonymous and looked over it.