BABY MAMA → ZAYN MALIK

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ZYLAH
"You know you miss me, Zy. You can't ever deny that."

Zayn smirked and tried grabbing onto my hand, but I rolled my eyes and pushed him away quickly.

"You need to go, Zayn. I can tell you're drunk. How did you even manage to get all the way over here?"

I looked at my first baby father in pure concern. Zayn has had a bit of a drinking problem ever since we broken up five years ago. It became even worse after my second born child Jayson was born.

I have two children; Xavier Malik and Jayson Bieber. Jayson's father is my now fiancé Justin. Ever since Justin and I became engaged six months ago, Zayn found out and went into an even more of an alcoholic spiral.

Xavier is seven, and Jayson is four.

"I came in an Uber, baby. I wanted to see you and Xavier."

"Xavier is asleep, it's currently two in the morning. I'm going to call Louis or Liam to come and pick you up. You know you can't stay here."

"Why nottttt? I love you, Zylah!"

Zayn slurred his words, about to tumble over until I caught him from falling. I sighed out of frustration and started to carry him into the house, shutting the door afterwards.

"Ugh! You need help, Zayn! I can't keep going through this every single time I see you!"

"Where's my son? I miss himmmm, I want to see himmmm."

"Asleep, and you're not going to wake him!"

I flung Zayn onto the couch, looking around for my phone. That's when I suddenly heard foot steps coming down the stairs. A few seconds later, I seen Justin standing there in his robe.

"You okay, babe? It's been like ten — oh... it's Zayn."

"Have you seen my phone? I'm trying to contact either Liam or Louis to come and get him. He's pissy drunk right now."

"Jesus. Dude, we've already talked about this. You can't always just show up at our house drunk. You need to get your shit together."

Justin looked at Zayn seriously. Zayn rolled his eyes and started to laugh out of annoyance.

"Why should I even listen to you? You're nothing but a fucking Canadian twat, who only uses Zylah for personal gain!"

"Zayn! Stop it right now! You're not going to disrespect Justin in front of me in our house!"

"It's true! I bet he's only with you so his visa will stay relevant! Have you ever thought of that?!"

"You know what? Before this gets ugly, I'm just gonna go back upstairs. Handle him, Zylah."

Justin angrily spoke as he turned back around, going back upstairs. I sighed and turned back to Zayn, him smirking at me while looking me up and down.

"What's wrong, Zy? You look so sexy when you're mad. Are you aware of that?"

"Stop it! You need serious help, Zayn! Your drinking is becoming out of control! If you don't stop, I'm going to have no choice but to hold Xavier from you until you get yourself help."