Daddy Gets High

Chapter 6

"Zayn!" I call as I open the front door. The light's are out, but I didn't see Liam's car.

I take my coat off, I just need to get my bag from my room. Zayn must already be at the club.

I head up the stairs quickly and open my bedroom door, I notice Zayn's door is open and he's not in there.

"Zayn?" I rush over to the curled body laying on my bed, "Babe, what happened?"

I sit down beside him and brush the hair out of his eyes, pulling him closer to me.

His hands reach for my knees from where they were against his chest.

"He loves me too." Zayn cries, his distinctive accent becoming thicker.

I furrow my brows but continue rubbing his back... What?

"He was so sweet." Zayn mumbles against the pillow. "We made love, Harry!" His crying shudders. "He kept telling me how much he loved me and what he loved-d-d about me."

I still don't see what went wrong. But I let him get it off his chest without my interruptions.

"H." He whimpers and shifts forward, his fingers gripping into my legs tightly.

"It's okay, Zayn. Everything will be okay."

"No it won't! He wanted me to quit my jobs. He just expected me to quit them since we l-l-love each other." Zayn's head rubs against my thigh.

I don't know what to say to him. Zayn has an attachment to these jobs of his.

As I got to know him, I figured it was because the only things he's done for himself. His family is lovely, but his parents can be a bit... Cradling. Zayn's never had to work for anything, he was given anything he wanted. So Zayn making something for himself is what he prides himself on.

Liam wanting him to quit all that? For what? So Liam could be the one providing everything for Zayn?

"There's this routine I was thinking about doing. I sort of dreamt it up really. But it requires a partner. What do you say, tomorrow me and you spend the day at the club for a big surprise on Halloween night."

He nods his head, his cheeks are red and eyes remain closed.

"We'd be on the stage together?"

"That's sort of what a partner routine is." I chuckle and his lips quirk.

"Do we have to go to work tonight, H?" He seems to have calmed down a little. Just seeming tired.

I look at the alarm clock on the table.

Fuck.

"Yeah, we gotta. And we better go now. The late notice fee comes out of our pay check." I remind him and he groans.

"I hate my life." Zayn groans and sits up from the bed, wiping his hand underneath his eyes.

"No you don't. What do you have tonight? They're back to back, right?" I ask him and I stand up from the bed, grabbing my bag for the club which is already packed with my outfit for tonight.

I'm pretty sure Zayn takes the stage for a shift then he's working the floor.

"I gotta shower." Zayn mumbles as he pulls himself off the bed, covering his eyes.

"Zee." I say softly, pulling him towards me so he can lean on my chest. He may be older, but I'm taller by a little bit. "Don't worry about Mr. Payne right now. Please. Let's get the couple hours at work done, we'll grab some liquid courage before shift starts. Then we'll head to the bar."