Harry's POV
Life has its highs and lows.
Watching Zayn driven away in a police car was my low. My soul felt wounded. Like I was losing a half of me.
I informed our close friends about what went on. Niall and Ruby volunteered to babysit. My team assembled and got working. Mission; bail Zayn out. Timing was not on our side, the arrest happened quite late in the day.
But no one was sleeping until Zayn was home.
I'm not ashamed to admit my strategy involved playing all privilege cards I had at my disposal to get him out. I entrusted my good men Louis and Luke to do just that.
While they headed for the police station, I went the opposite direction. I had a bone to pick with Michael. He had a lot of explanation for landing Zayn in hot waters I brought Calum along to keep me in check.
"Excuse me?" I frowned looking at Calum as he said something I didn't quite make out, distracted by my thoughts. He was behind the wheel, driving us to Mark's house.
I found out Michael was staying with Mark. They have a son now. We never discussed what we saw. That day Mark dropped me at my house, that was that. What is weird, before the police showed up to arrest Zayn there were no mention of what happened to Liam, either on the news or even an email his lawyer.
"I said we're here." Calum said.
"Oh." We had arrived at Mark's house. "Thanks."
"Your phone is buzzing. I'll have a quick smoke while you get it." Calum said then stepped out of the car.
"Okay." I mumbled fishing my phone out of my pocket. It was Louis calling. "Lou, how you getting on?"
"Its Luke not Lou. He is with Zayn. The processing is bloody slow here. Zayn just had mug shots done, they look good by the way. Who made him photogenic?" He chuckled. He was a comic. "He is having fingerprints taken as we speak."
"Louis was allowed to be with Zayn? How?"
Luke chuckled. I would bet my money there's a story behind that chuckle. Probably Louis demanded to be with Zayn.
"It is a long story. The short of it, Lou had the balls to give the officers an ultimatum, they caved in. Though I think Zayn's circumstances played a part. The police didn't want to be perceived as insensitive."
"What circumstances are you talking about?"
"Zayn is pregnant."
I choked on my breath, surprised, "Pregnant? How? When did that happen?"
"I don't know your baby making schedule, Harry. But congratulations are in order, baby daddy."
"Don't call me that. Ever." How did I not connect the dots. Zayn was obsessed with pickled onions recently.
I thought it was Gemma's fault who has an unhealthy obsession with pickled onions. "How did you find out he's pregnant? He told you?" And not told me. That hurt a little I had to admit.
"I don't think Zayn knew. It was funny actually." Luke chuckled again. "He was stood infront of this body scan machine, an officer looking at the scanner made a comment like, how far along are you? Zayn looked at him shocked, and_" he laughed harder. "He threw up at the scanner. Twice. It was funny. The little bits in his vomit looked like bugs and wiggly worms."
I grunted. "Get on with it, Luke. Is Zayn okay?"
"Yeah, he's alright. I thought he had stuck up two oranges up there. I was like, woah, what are those? Louis said its twins_"
