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-last thing said-

Around 2am I realise Zayn and Louis aren't home yet. I don't know what took me so long to realise it but, now I know. I'm so worried, and I can hardly breath rightnow. I've left Zayn 14 voicemails and 23 text messages. Where are they?

-current time-

I'm pacing my room, worried about them. I don't want to wake Harry or Bella. Which I still don't understand her persistence. Harry did eventually fall asleep which is good.

As of now, Zayn has 29 voicemails and 35 text messages. I want to go to the mall they were just at, but I'm NOT leaving my son and Isabella alone. I can't trust him alone with anyone.

I still don't think Bella knows I have another son. Like it's any of her concern. She's not the mother.

But she's the last thing on my mind right now. Louis and Zayn are my top priorities as of now. I'm too scared for words to even know. As I'm about to leave Zayn another voicemail, there's a knock at the front door.

Continuos knocks, actually.

Poundings.

Is that Zayn and Louis?

I walk to the door and look out the peep hole before opening the door. I don't see anything because it's raining and windy, and I think there's a leaf covering the hole.

I groan, but slowly open the door.

"Niall, I'm so sorry! I would've gotten here hours ago but Louis and I went to the movies, and then we went out to eat, and...what's she doing here?" Zayn says. I turn around and see Bella standing there, naked, in my bath rode. I probably shouldn't say this but, she looks amazing. I remember once when...

"She stopped by for a-" I start. "Niall can I talk to you alone please?" Bella asks. "Not without me your not." Zayn says, standing his ground. "Um, alright I guess." She mumbles, going into the kitchen. Zayn follows her.

I stay behind. "Niall, aren't your coming?" He asks. "Yeah, I'll be just a sec." I say. Zayn nods his head and goes into the kitchen.

I crouch down to Louis height. "Daddy what's happening?" Louis asks. "Daddy, Uncle Zayn, and Ms. Faye, are going to chat for a bit. Harry's upstairs alright? Go cuddle with him. We'll talk about everything that happened today in the morning." I suggest. He nods his head and goes upstairs. I give him a quick kiss first.

**

I go into the kitchen and take a seat at the table where Bella and Zayn have already say down. "Niall, I only have one question." Zayn starts. "Why?" He asks, before I can respond. "Why what?" I question. "Why'd you let her come back so willingly?" He asks.

"Zayn I.. She was drunk okay? I didn't want her out there getting killed so I let her stay the night. She'll leave later on tomorrow." I say. "Alright. And I have one question for you Bella." Zayn says, looking at her. "Why?" He asks again. She gives Zayn a confused look. "Why'd you decide to come here? Out of all the places in the world, you choose Niall Horan's home. So why?" He asks.

"Can I be honest? To both of you right now?" She questions. We both nod our head, yes. "Being drunk made me realise something. Niall, I messed up so much with you. But, I know I did the right thing by divorcing you, because that kid upstairs, probably wouldn't of turned out the way they did. I miss you Niall. And all I want is your forgiveness.

"Zayn, you have every right to be upset with me. Niall's yours. I know. Don't think I forgot. So I'm pretty definite that when you found out I was here with Niall the whole time you were out, pissed you off. That's completely understandable. But I really need your forgiveness. I'm more scared your not going to forgive me than Niall is." Bella finishes.

"Your forgiven. But that doesn't change anything Bell. We had an amazing thing going for us. We had everything you could ever dream of when we first got married. Laughs, tears, joy, fear. I loved us. I loved you. But I.. I love Zayn now. And I'm dedicated to my kids now."

"Kids? I thought it was only Harry."

"You know the boy that came in a few minutes ago along with Zayn? Brown hair? Pretty eyes? Kinda short?" I question. She nods his head, yeah. "Yeah, him. That's my other son." I say.

"Who's the mother?"

"I don't know."

"What do you mean you don't know?"

"I mean, I know. But I don't. Her names Jay. She died of cancer and needed someone to take care of her son so. I volunteered." I say.

"Your still not forgiven by me and probably never will be so if you don't mind 'Bell', could you possibly go now?" Zayn directs.

"Zayn!" I say sternly, nudging his elbow. "No, I deserved it Ni. I'm sober now. I can drive. Thank you for letting me sleep here. I'll grab my clothes and head out." She says. Zayn smiles, satisfied. "Bye-bye." Zayn waves.

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I typed too much. My fingers literally hurt.

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