Daddy Malik ( A Zayn Malik Fanfic )

Leaving Truths

*Rosie's POV*
It wasn't long before Harry replied. I felt my heart race as my mind fought with my thumb to open and read it. "I've got to go to the loo, I'll be back." I quickly said, earning a nod from Charlie as he focused on the movie. As soon as I entered the bathroom and locked the oak door I took a seat on the white toilet lid, finally deciding to open it.

From:Harry
Zayn? Wait, you knew?

I felt my face scrunch up as I read it over again. I knew? What? I shook my thoughts away, tapping my fingers on the screen as I responded back.

To:Harry
I knew what? Wait what happened?

I sent the message, keeping my phone unlocked knowing he would reply fast. I felt confused, what happened with Zayn? If it were bad, then maybe this would be a bad time to bring up Emma being his daughter. My phone vibrated in my lap, making me redirect my attention to the new message.

From:Harry
That Zayn was leaving? Is this why you were acting so weird? How come you didn't tell us?!

I gaped at the message, my eyes scanning it again and again. Zayn was leaving?Like where to?

To:Harry
What? No, I had to talk about something else. But where is he leaving to? Like on holiday?

I sent the message, trying to think of where he could be going. I mean, if he wants to take a break then he should, or can, right? My thoughts where shaken when my phone lit up once more.

From:Harry
No not on holiday leaving, like for good leaving. Out of the band leaving.

I felt my mouth drop open, trying to process the new information. Why the hell would he leave? Turning my thoughts out, I quickly exited my messages, opening my contacts to dial Harry. Three rings later he answers. "Harry what the hell do you mean he left the band?!" I asked loudly. "Well hello to you too." He joked. "Hi Harry, now what the hell you mean he left?" I quizzed, now sitting straight up on the toilet. "He just left." He casually said. "But -what why?" I asked, standing from my seat. "He wanted to do it on his own." He replied rather lowly. "So I'm guessing you really had no idea?" He questioned through the phone. "No." I answered honestly. "So what did you wanna talk about then?" He asked, sounding calmer than me. "Uhm-uh. Actually it's not important," I lied. "Oh okay." He simply responded. "I gotta go. I'm sorry about Zayn, but Emma's waiting." I quickly said, ending the call. After locking my phone I placed it on the marble counter, trying to collect my thoughts. Zayn. Left. Solo. To be honest, I wasn't sure how to feel. I mean I don't exactly hate him, I just hate the idea that he left and I was stuck here. Alone to raise our child at that too. Not that I regret Emma, never ever. I just wished things could've been more, better. And now out of all possible times is so god awfully wrong to bring this up. I'm pretty sure no one would believe me though, but there aren't paternity test for nothing. But it's not like I would ask for money or whatever. Cause that is definitely not the case. I'd never in a million years. I just want them to know each other. I don't wanna Emma to grow up not knowing her real father. I mean I didn't, even though I was raised by Charlie's dad. He wasn't my father biologically but he was still my father in my eyes. My thoughts were shaken away when the metal nob began to rattle. "Mumma?" A little voice asked. "Yes baby, I'll be right out." I quickly answered, placing my phone in my pajama pants as I turned the faucet on to make it seem like I had actually used the loo. After wetting my hands slightly and drying them on a nearby hand towel, I opened the door. Sitting outside of the door was a sleepy Emma. "Nap time?" I asked as I picked her up, holding her on my hip as her legs dangled. She shook her head, leaning it on my shoulder. I giggled lightly as we exited the small hallway, heading towards the stairs and up to her room. By the time we had reached it, small snores had left her mouth. I used my foot to quietly push her door open, heading to her bed. As soon as I placed her small body under the covers, she spoke lightly, "Mumma nap too?" Her tired voice hit me, making me nod even though I was far from tired. "We are gonna have to go into mumma's room then, your bed is too small for the two of us," I replied, waiting for an answer before I peeled her covers back. She nodded, her eyes fighting to stay awake as she sat up. "Come, mummy will carry you," I spoke as she crawled out from under her blanket. I wrapped my arms around her small frame once again, standing up and walking across the hall into my bed room. Once she was tucked in, I shut the door lightly, joining her on my mattress. As soon as I became comfortable, she moved slightly. Within seconds I found her small body cuddling up to me, her head resting on my chest as I laid on my back. I slowly my slid arm under her, pulling her closer. It was not long before I had fallen asleep with her.