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Zee?

I've just put the girls to bed when I hear the doorbell ring. Cailyn sits up on her bed, using it as an excuse to get halfway out of her covers before I give her a look and she freezes. "But the doorbell mommy...?"

"I'll get it, you need to go to bed!" I tuck her back in and then hurry to answer the door, whoever is there has begun pressing the doorbell in an annoying fashion. I check out the peephole as I always do, I have a paranoia of opening the door to find a murderer there. There is Liam, head bowed as he is staring at the doorbell he's furiously hitting. I open the door. He's standing there in jeans and a hoodie, his hair a mess and all over his head. Even though I've opened the door he's still ringing the doorbell and hasn't looked up or seemed to notice me. "Liam? Liam I'm here, I've opened the door...what's wrong?"

He pulls his head up, revealing tired eyes and flushed cheeks. He looks puzzled for a minute and stares at me, then the house behind me before his gaze returns to my face. "This isn't my house?" he asks wearily.

"No, it isn't. Are you alright?" I ask. He has me worried enough about him already and then to show up at my apartment acting so strangely. He seems so confused... No wonder he didn't answer his phone, he might not even have it on him. "Liam?" I push him for an answer as he seems to gaze of into space, lost in thought. I reach out to gentle jostle his shoulder. "Liam?"

He regains focus and stares at me for a few seconds. "I'm fine, I'm fine. Isn't that what you all want to hear?" he snaps bitterly.

"You don't look like your fine." I frown at him, not used to hearing him speak so harshly. I glance back behind me to make sure that the girls' bedroom door is closed. I don't want Tessie to see her dad like this. "Why don't you come in and lay on the couch or eat something. Have you eaten anything tonight?"

"No. Maybe. I was at a pub." He lets me pull him along inside.

"I didn't know there were pubs in LA," I remark surprised. 

"It was kind of like a pub. Doesn't matter." He sits down and I lean forward to try to catch a whiff of his breath. It doesn't smell like he's had much to drink, if anything. I frown and look around for my phone. While Paddy is his bodyguard, he's not been much more than Liam's keeper these past few weeks. I wonder if he knows where Liam is.

"Kind of like a pub huh? Fun..." I mutter as I pat my body down for my phone and glance around the living room and start rummaging through the pile of blankets that are left on the floor from our "princess day" earlier. I can't remember where I've put it or where I had it last. "Shit..."

"Don't cuss around my daughter." he commands me, almost angrily as he seems to come out of his hazy comprehension for a moment. "My daughter is an innocent child and I won't have you corrupting her Zeezee."

"Uh, of course. I wouldn't dream of it."

"Zee."

"Yes?" I glance up from my search through the blankets. He isn't slurring either. What's wrong with him? Did he take drugs or something? Can they make you confused? 

"No. Not you. I want to know where Zee is. Where are you Zee?" he sounds distressed now, a crushed look falling over his face.

"Who is Zee?" I ask him "Do you mean Zayn?" I'm taking a guess here. So many fans had called or given Zayn this nickname but I'm not sure if any of the boys ever called him that.

"Yes. I want Zayn. I want Zee. Where is he damn it?" He starts pulling the throw cushions off the couch as if Zayn might be hiding underneath them. 

"I'm not sure uh, let me try to call him." I excuse myself quickly, running to my room to see if I've left my phone in there. After another minute of desperate searching I finally find it in my bathroom. My fingers hover over my contacts list. Should I call Paddy or Zayn? I tell myself I'll call Zayn in a minute, as I click on Paddy's name my phone and an outgoing call starts ringing quietly. I hold the phone to my ear and bite my lip anxiously as I wait for it go through. He picks up after a few rings, his voice clipped and harsh. 

"What is it?"

"Liam's here." I blurt out. "He's acting really odd, he seems confused and dazed. I didn't know if you knew or what I should do..."

"He's there? With you?" his voice is less harsh now and I can tell I have his full attention.

"Yes, he just got here a few minutes ago-"

"Good," he cuts me off "don't let him leave, I'll be there to get him within a few minutes." 

"Wait!" I say, sensing that he was about to hang up on me. "He's asking for Zayn, should I call him or something?"

"What? No, no, just let me come and get him." he instructs me.

"Okay." I say quietly. "We'll be here then." 

"Good." he hangs up and shut off my phone. Slowly walking back out to the living room where Liam had thrown all of the cushions off the couch and is peering into the kitchen with a suspicious stare.

What on earth is going on? 

*hides behind hands* I dunno what this is bye