Canvas - Z.M

Chapter 49.

"Fake people doesn't surprise me, but loyalty does."

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"I think it's cute that your her God father." I smile at Zayn as his arm comes around my shoulder.

I snuggle up closer to him as exhaustion slowly starts to seep in.

"I can't wait to meet Brooke." Zayn smirks.

"You're going to spoil her." I murmur.

"I will." Zayn chuckles before looking down at me.

His smile subsides as his finger slowly glides against the bruise on my cheek.

I look away and bury my face deeper into his side so he doesn't see it.

"I'm sorry." He whispers.

I close my eyes. "You were drunk. It's fine."

Zayn sighs. "It's not Lorena."

I frown.

"I wish I could remember."

"Maybe I should install cameras." I murmur. "You wouldn't want to see it."

I shake my head. Every word he says to me when he's intoxicated, I can't help but take it seriously because I know drunk thoughts are usually the truth.

"I just hope I don't get worse." Zayn frowns. "I mean I was pissed off for what you did, but I shouldn't have hit you."

I narrow my gaze at me. "You can do that by not drinking."

Zayn rolls his eyes. "That won't happen."

I sigh. "Would you rather choose alcohol over me?"

Zayn looks down at me, his eyes diverted away from the tv. "It's not like that Rena."

I blink up at him. "Alcohol makes you angry. I'm clear evidence."

Zayn pierces his lips together.

"Look at me."

Zayn shakes his head and stands abruptly.

"I was pissed off at you."

"But you said yourself you shouldn't have hit me!"

"And you shouldn't have got an abortion!" Zayn scowls.

I swallow as the guilt eats up in me.

"I'm sorry." I whisper.

"I'm going upstairs. Don't come in." Zayn scowls before walking away.

I Flinch at his tone before looking down at my fidgety fingers.

He gets angry so fast now.

Since their US tour finished last week, he's been so stressed.

All I've been trying to do is give him space and help him relax, but his version of relaxing is going out and coming back wasted off his face.

And when he's intoxicated, it usually ends up with us arguing.

Especially after telling him about what I did last week when I visited the doctors.

I swallow and make my way to the kitchen to start dinner, but I don't know what he wants.

Zayn had been in the room for the last two hours while I was in the kitchen preparing a small roast dinner.