Little Bird (Ziall Horlik) M-preg

Chapter 23

Zayn's POV

I waited patiently by my phone, waiting for Liam to call that he got home. I knew he lived a bit away from me, so I wasn't too worried when ten minutes rolled around without hearing from him. I also stayed looking out the window for Niall to come home, while the twins played on the living room floor.

I looked down at them both playing with different toys I gave them and my mind started thinking how strange it almost was for them to be playing on the floor they were delivered on. I shook my head and decided I was going crazy with worry. Why the hell would I let Liam go be alone in his house when I perfectly knew he wasn't alright to be alone?

I saw Niall's car slowly drive up along with another car behind him. Another guy around Niall's age climbed out of his car and went to Niall's door. I saw Niall shaking his head and not get out of the car, so I decided to go see what the problem was. The twins were fine, so I figured it was alright to leave them for one minute to see what was wrong.

"No! I don't want to show him what happened!" I heard Niall cry as I stepped out the front door. The other kid looked up to me and I got a good look of him. He had a lip ring, blond hair, and a crazy weird color of eyes. His eyes widened and his mouth dropped a bit like he was almost star struck. I just waved at him and walked closer to the car, where I saw some damage had been done to it. I walked around it to Niall's door and saw two words spray painted across the side that made my blood boil.

"Nialler, babe, can you get out of the car?" I asked him, keeping my temper in check. I wasn't mad at Niall, I wasn't mad the car was ruined, I was fucking pissed at what was on the car knowing exactly who did that to my baby. Niall got out of the car and I saw he had fat tears rolling down his red blotchy cheeks. I just opened my arms for him and he ran into them, holding me tight.

"Babe, it's okay. Stop crying and go inside to the twins, they've been missing you." I told him, and placed a kiss on his lips after wiping his tears. He looked down at his feet and I saw he was trying to pull himself together, it's not even his fault so I don't know why he's so worked up about this.

"I'm so sorry, Zayn. I-I, Harry..." He told me, his blue eyes looking up to me. I kissed his forehead and rubbed his back.

"I'll take care of it. Go inside, love bug." I told him. He nodded and turned to his friend that I just realized was still there.

"I'm Luke Hemmings. We have to work on a project together, do you mind if I stay Sir?" He asked me polity in an Australian accent. I just gave him a weak smile and stuck my hand out.

"Zayn. If you call me Sir, I'll rip that metal out of your face. Got it? I don't think I'm that old." I told him with a friendly smile, despite the feeling of anger I had in me. This Luke kid looked scared at first, then seemed to see I was joking and smiled while I shook his hand.

I watched as both boys went inside, then heard my phone start ringing in my pocket of my black skinnies. I got it out, hoping it was Liam, but instead it was Louis.

"Hel-"

"You son of a bitch! You fucking let him go home alone! I'm going to fucking kill you, goddammit! I hate you so much!" Louis screamed at me, his feminine voice getting higher as he yelled at me.

"What happened?" I asked frantically, running my fingers through my hair.

"He fucking tried to kill himself because of you! I'm driving to the hospital now to see if he's still alive! Don't even bother coming, you did this!" Louis cried and screamed. I leaned against the car to stop the spinning in my head. My heart rate sped up and my hands started shaking. He was right, this was my fault. This is all my fault because I'm an idiot and believed that Liam would be fine for thirty minutes on his own.