Shory [short stories]

Meet my horrible husband Zayn

You’re sitting at home by yourself waiting for your husband Zayn to come home. You hear a sound outside and you turn around to see what it is. Then the door opens and your see Zayn’s face. “hey beautiful” he says after he inhales a breath of smoke from his cigarette. Your expression of happiness soon fades when you see Zayn holding the smoke. “Zayn.” You say sternly. “no hello kiss just a ‘Zayn’?” he says rudely. You tilt your head at the smoke in his hand “you’re smoking again, you promised. And I’m not kissing you after you’ve been smoking” He looks down at his cigarette then back up at you with his eyes squinted. “I can do whatever the fuck I want” he demands. You get scared. Zayn never shouts at you. He was getting aggressive and very loud. He starts walking towards you. “Zayn, what are you doing” you ask frightened. He laughs. You can smell a mix of smoke and alcohol on him. “smoking and drinking… great” you mutter. “What did you say?” Zayn yells. “are you judging me? I am your husband!” “your drunk!” I yell. “what” Zayn replies. “you’re drunk zayn. Wasted, pissed, smashed, trashed!” I tell him standing up. “oh and this is bothering you?” Zayn yell back. You look up at his big brown eyes, not saying a word. A single tear runs down your face. “not Zayn, it’s not bothering me. But you know who it will bother?” “Who” Zayn asks, pulling out his phone, pretending like he’s not listening. “you’re son” “you think I’m the wasted one? Fuck. I don’t even have a son” You laugh and wipe the tear away. “yeah that’s right. You don’t. But I do. I’m pregnant Zayn. But looks like you’re not going to be a part of this family. You’re a disgrace. I’m so glad you left one direction because if you’re fans knew what you were up to, if they knew that you went out drinking and smoking every night I would be sorry for them. They used to look up to you Zayn. What happened? I don’t want my son to have you as his role model, not now, not ever.” You state and storm out of the house slamming the door behind you. You expect Zayn to run after you. But he doesn’t come. What was I thinking leaving Zayn inside the house alone? Who knows what he could be doing, he’s so drunk! You run back inside to check on him. You run straight into the lounge room where you were fighting but he’s not there. “Zayn” you whisper. But there’s no answer. You walk into the kitchen to find Zayn standing at sink with a stack of beer and spirit bottles. “Zayn what are you doing?” you ask as you walk closer so you can see inside the sink. Tears roll down his face into the sink. “getting rid of it all” You see that he has all of his cigarette packets in the sink and he’s pouring all of his alcohol over the top. “If I get rid of it all I will be able to quit” he explains. You place a hand on his shoulder. He stops what he’s doing and looks at you. Then he grabs a hold of both your hands. “I would smash all the bottles in the world and get rid of all the cigarettes in the world if it meant you let me raise our son together. Please. I want to be a part of this family. I promise you, no more smokes or alcohol. And I mean it this time, trust me” Then he plants a kiss on your lips and you get lost in his kiss. “so what do you say?” “Trust needs to be earnt, I’ll give you a week to make up for it. That’s it. No more chances after this.” “you got it, and y/n, I love you. You know that? I married you for a reason and that reason is never fading.” Zayn tells you. You blush and nod “I love you too Zayn” Zayn smiles widely then bends down and rubs your tummy and says hello to his unborn son. “and I love you little guy”