*~Be aware: Very sad~*
"Hello?" Zayn asked. He had received a call from an unknown number.
"Is this Zayn?" The person asked. "Zayn Malik?"
"Yes," he answered. "Who is this?"
"The FBI," she answered. "My name is Megan. We've found your husband."
"You did?!" He started. Harry had gone missing a few days prior. No one could figure out where he was. "Where is he? Can I come pick him up? Is my baby here?"
Harry was about 9 months pregnant when he went missing.
"Slow down please, Zayn. We found him.... dead." Zayn almost had a heart attack at those words.
"W-what?" He said just above a whisper. "D-dead?"
"Yes. He's been killed." Zayn felt the tears begin to form. "We're not sure who did it, but that's what we're trying to figure out."
"What about my baby?" Zayn asked. "Where is she? Is she okay?"
"She's not dead," she started. "However, she has gone missing."
"Oh my god."
*~the next day~*
Ding dong
Zayn stood up slowly and went to the door. When he opened it, he was surprised to see Liam, Niall, and Louis. "Hi guys."
"Hi Zayn!" They cheered. "Let's go!"
"Where?"
"To the park," Louis said in a 'duh' tone.
"Oh that's right. I can't go today, boys," he said, tears pricking his eyes.
"What? Why?" Niall asked.
"Come in. I have something to tell you." The boys came in, going straight to the couch.
"What's up, Zayn?"
"So, yesterday I received a call from the FBI. They said Harry-" He couldn't take it. He broke down in tears, the other boys wrapping him in a hug.
"What happened to Harry?" Liam asked.
"He.... died," he whispered. The others gasped.
"How?" Niall asked.
"Someone killed him," he sobbed. "And they took my baby."
"So, your baby's dead too?" Louis asked, not trying to be rude.
"N-no. She's gone missing. She was stolen."
"Oh my gosh, Zayn. We're so sorry." They all hugged him tight.
"I-I miss him s-so much," he cried.
"We do too."
*~A few days later~*
"Hello?" Zayn asked into the phone.
"Hi, Zayn. It's Megan."
"Hi, Megan. What's up?"
Zayn listened and ended the call at the words he was told.
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He pulled up to the cafe that Megan had told Zayn to meet her at. They each ordered a coffee. They waited until the waiters and waitresses would leave them alone to start their discussion.
"So, Zayn. We've been trying to figure out who killed Harry and where your baby is now." She pulled out a list and a photo. "This photo was taken at the crime scene."
Zayn sadly studied the picture of his husband. "So, the strange thing is that that dead baby there..." She pointed to a dead baby next to Harry. "... Isn't yours."
"Wait so who's it then?" Zayn asked, taking a sip of his coffee.
"That's what we're trying to figure out." She pulled out a sheet of paper. "We know as a fact it's not yours because we took a DNA sample and it didn't match you or Harry."
"So you don't have any idea who's it is though?"
"Not yet. We've been observing possible suspects, but we don't have any DNA samples yet."
"What about my baby? Is she okay?"
"We don't know. We're trying to match yours and Harry's faces with any children that look like you guys."
"Okay."
"So we basically have three cases going: Who killed Harry, who took your baby, and who had the idiot guts to kill their child and leave it in place of yours."
"Okay thank you."
"No problem. Just call me if you have any questions or anything like that."
"I will."
*~1 year later~*
"Good morning everyone. Thank you so much for coming to the funeral of Harry Edward Malik," Zayn began. "I don't really know where to start. He was an amazing son, husband, father, and so much more."
He looked down, sniffling once. "We were married for three years, and today would have been our four year anniversary."
"He had an amazing way of making anyone feel better. His beautiful green eyes sparkled, his dimpled smile widened, and the soft, low voice of his all put together makes him who he is."
"I can't believe someone had the a sick enough heart to think that it's okay to kill someone like him. He was nine months pregnant with our baby girl. Someone killed him, took our baby, then left their own child in place."
Zayn was about to speak again, when the door opened. "That's Megan. She's been the most helpful trying to figure everything out." She gave a gentle wave as everyone said hi.
She waved to Zayn, showing to come over to her. "Okay I'll be back in a minute. Feel free to talk amongst yourselves."
He walked off the podium right to Megan. "Hey. What's up?"
"We've found your daughter," was all she said before Zayn was running out of the building. He stood outside, running his hands through his styled hair.
"Where is she?"
"She's with one of our agents. They're on their way." He paced back and forth on the grass, muttering to himself. People began coming outside, forming a crowd. "There they are."
Zayn watched as the car pulled up. The agent got out and opened the back. Zayn couldn't see the kid he was taking out.
But when he turned around, his eyes widened and a giant smile formed. He was handed the one year old, who smiled at him widely.
"Hi!" He kissed her nose. "I'm your daddy, baby girl!"
"Dada?" She asked looking at him.
"Yeah," he whispered. She wrapped her little arms around his neck. He held her tighter, kissing the top of her head occasionally. "I love you so much."
"Wuv you dada."
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Aww cute ending.
I was crying when writing this.
So!!!! I'm opening requests again!! Request away!
I'm not doing all pregnant or both pregnant though sorry.
Love you all xx
