Forever My Father

Chapter Fifteen

Everything is moving in slow motion. Zayn has slowly been able to get his general vision back, however, he still cannot hear anyone over the loud sounds of his sobs and his never ending thoughts. In the corner of his eye he can see Harry crying while stood in front of him Liam is yelling out words to him that he can't make out if his life depended on it.

As time passes by Zayn finds himself being lifted up from the ground and carried out to the car by Liam followed by Harry and an extremely worried looking Louis and Niall. At some point of the drive, Zayn's senses made their way back to him and he could finally make out the cries of Liam and Harry as Louis drove the car home.

"Zayn I'm sorry. Please stop crying, please stop crying. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I don't know what to do, I'm sorry," Harry cries as he digs his head into Zayn's shoulder, but Zayn doesn't even react to him. As the crying family of five pull into the house, Zayn immediately jumps out of the car and runs up to his room, and just as Harry tries to jump after him Liam pulls him back and simply shakes his head.

"L-Liam he's crying! He's gonna make himself sick again! He needs someone right now!" Harry shouts out as new tears form in his eyes.

"He wants to be alone, babe. I know you're scared for him cause I'm terrified, but we need to let him cope for the moment. And we all know Zayn likes to cope on his own. He'll end up falling asleep soon enough and then we'll check on him," Liam says before turning to his two boys who are still slightly clueless. "For now we have some explaining and phone calls to make."

With that being said Harry and Liam lead Louis and Niall into the living room where they slowly begin to explain what had happened. A minute into the conversation and Niall was already crying because even if the boys think this man was the devil, he's still their uncle and he's still Zayn's hero no matter how many times the boy claims he isn't anymore. So here sat four (almost) completely grown men crying their eyes out as they can only wonder what's going through the fifteen year old's mind upstairs.

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As Zayn entered his room it was like every bit of rage he's felt his whole life was being executed at this very moment. Every piece of artwork that was on his desk was now scattered across the floor, pictures that he had taped to the wall were torn off, and he even managed to rip open a pillow. The boy who was always relaxed and careful with his emotions had finally broke.

So now Zayn sat on the floor with his head against the foot of his bed as he tried to force the tears away with little to no avail. All the boy could think about, no matter how hard he tried not to, was every memory he could remember of his father. From the times the two would go to some water park in Bradford and then immediately regret it afterwards because both men remembered they didn't like swimming. Then there were the times where the two would end up cuddling on Yaser's hotel bed watching movies. But the one memory that kept coming back to Zayn, though may sound grim, was when he and Yaser visited Anne's grave on the one year anniversary of her death.

~:~:~:~:~:~:~: Flashback :~:~:~:~:~:~:~

"Baba where we go?" A three and half year old Zayn asks as Yaser tugs on his snow suit and baby mittens.

"We're gonna go see Mumma, bubba. You like talking to mumma, yeah?" Yaser questions as he smiles at the young boy who in return nods his head before lifting his arms up to be carried. "Go give Uncle Hazzy and Liam a hug goodbye first, baby," Yaser says as he pats the boy on the bum lightly to get him moving. After Yaser said that the little toddler waddles his way over to his smiling uncles who quickly lift him up into their arms.

"I'll see you later, baby boy. Have fun with your baba and tell mummy hi for me," Harry says as he kisses the boy on the nose causing it to scrunch up. Harry then passes the boy over to Liam who tightly hugs the boy before finally passing him over to Yaser.