Baby Blues (Zayn Malik Fanfiction-One Direction)

Prologue

Prologue

“So Zayn, where is Emma anyway?” Eleanor asked.  She and Louis, Niall and Liam and Danielle were the first to arrive at Zayn and Emma’s house. Harry arrived a short time after.  They were going to be having an evening cookout and pool party.  But Emma was nowhere around.  Zayn looked over at her.  There was concern written on his face.

“I don’t know El.  She mentioned something about shopping earlier, but…” he looked at his watch.  “That was over three hours ago.  I’ll be right back.” He got up and headed into the kitchen.  They watched him leave.

“What is going on with those two?” Louis asked.

“I’m not sure.  They have both been on edge lately.” Niall said.

“Emma always calls us to go shopping with her.  Something’s wrong you guys.” Danielle said, looking over at Eleanor who nodded her head in agreement.

Zayn picked up the phone in the kitchen and dialed Emma’s cell.  It rang until he got her voicemail.  Again.  Why wasn’t she answering?  When he had asked her earlier where she was going, all she said was out.  And she said it flatly.  She hadn’t even given him a kiss goodbye.  

She never left without kissing him.  Even if it was to run to the post office or the store.  They had been married for three years now and he had never seen her like she was acting.  Very distant.  Something was wrong.  He just wished he knew.   Zayn looked up to see Harry standing in the doorway to the kitchen as he listened once again to her voice mail message.

Hey.  It’s Emma.  You know the drill!

“Baby, it’s me.  Look, I don’t know where you are or what’s going on.  Don’t forget we are having the cookout tonight.” Zayn sighed before continuing.  “Baby, please come home soon.  I love you!”  He hung up the phone and looked at Harry.

“Where is she Zayn?” he asked.

“I don’t know.  I keep getting her damn voice mail.”

They both heard a car in the driveway and Zayn hurried to the front door.  He saw Emma getting out of her Range Rover.  She had packages in her hand.  He hurried out to help her.

“Baby, are you okay?” he asked, taking her bags from her.

“I’m fine Zayn.  Why wouldn’t I be?” she asked.  Almost too sweetly.

Zayn raised his eyebrows at her.  “You’ve been gone for hours.  You’re not answering your cell.  Are you sure you’re alright?”  She looked almost too happy.

“I’m just great Zayn.” She hurried into the house.  

Harry watched her from the front foyer window.  He hurried to join the others in the living room before she saw him.  

Zayn watched Emma as she walked.  She was avoiding him.  He could tell.  Did he forget her birthday? He wondered.  No.  Their anniversary?  No.  What the hell was going on?  She was going to blow and blow soon.  He could sense it.