I Can't Love You More Than This | Louis Tomlinson X Reader X Zayn Malik

Part 7: Has it been long enough that you can forgive me?

"Zayn, you are crazy" I exclaimed as he started his A5.

"Ever since I saw you, yeah" He replied.

I went silent. As a thought of someone crossed my mind. I hadn't thought about him in ages. None of us had talked to him, ever since our wedding. He distanced himself from everyone. I wouldn't say I felt how he felt, but I would say I understood why he did. In one corner I was worried about what happened to him.

"What's wrong?" Zayn asked a few minutes later.

"Huh? Nothing. Jus' thinking" I replied.

"About what?" He asked.

"Did you ever think about what happened to him?" I asked.

"Who?" Zayn asked. When I didn't reply, he snapped his head towards me, "Liam took Zahid for us to be alone and think happy thoughts, Y/N. Not think about him"

"Well let me remind you Zayn that he's the reason we ever had an affair, ever got into a relationship, got married and have a son. He's the reason we're happy in this moment, Zayn. Don't you get that? But we never think about him or even utter his damn fucking name. He is the reason I can even think happy thought's Zayn, you know why? Because you're my happy thought. You're my happy place! What if he's dead, huh? What would you do?" I replied, "What would you have done or who would you have married if you never met him in high school? Some random girl you didn't even know that your dad pointed to? Jelena? I'm talking to you Zayn! Answer Me! Javadd!"

"Before I answer, you tell me, If I'd never told Liam and he never told him, tell me one thing, would you have married him?" He asked.

I sighed, "I would've still come to your apartment in Beverly Hills soon enough. No. I wouldn't have married him"

"And neither would I" He replied as he continued driving.

I tried to sleep for a while. Then I dozed off, only to be woken up by Zayn.

"C'mon, we're here" He said as he gently patted my shoulder. 

I yawned as I lifted my hands up, asking him to lift me. He chuckled as he opened the car door and lifted me up in bridal carry and carried me into one of our apartments in Vegas. We had a lot of apartments to be frank, Four apartments in LA, Three in Chicago, Two in Texas, and Three in Vegas. 

"Oi Javadd!" I called. He knew I called him Javadd when I was mad but also when I was way too in love with him. 

"Hmm?" He asked as he placed me down on the L shape couch in the corner of the living room. 

"Sorry" I replied. 

"'S Fine, baby girl. Don't worry about it" He replied as he sat down next to my head. I crawled up and layed down on his lap, "Hey, I didn't tell you why we came to Vegas right?" 

"Yes You didn't" I growled. 

"Well we got an invite for the event at Marjorie Museum for tonight for sponsoring it, well it was only for me, but since you're my secretary, they got you an invite too. Anyways, thought we'd take Zahid with us. Now that Zahid's not there..." I looked up at him with a playful glare knowing what he was suggesting, "Could be like a date" 

I rolled my eyes, "Fine" 

"Sleep" He said as he patted my head. I closed my eyes and I fell asleep. I could sleep anywhere, anytime. 

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"Y/N? Baby girl, get up, you'll take a millennium to get ready" I heard Zayn waking me up. 

"Oi" I growled with my sleepy voice. 

"Ok Ok C'mon get up" He urged, I finally rubbed my eyes and stood up, "It's been 3 hours since you were out"