Baby Blues (Zayn Malik Fanfiction-One Direction)

Chapter 5

Chapter 5

Zayn lay staring at the ceiling in their bedroom.  He clutched her pillow to his chest.  Louis and Eleanor were sleeping in one of the guest rooms.  Zayn had told them to go home.  That he would be fine, but they insisted on staying.  Zayn felt the tears falling out the sides of his eyes.

“God damnit Emma!” he yelled out loud.  “Don’t leave me!”  he turned onto his side and cried. 

 He loved her more than anything.  She was his life.  It didn’t matter to him if they had children or not.  They had each other.  He prayed she was okay.  That nothing had happened to her.  They would get through this.  Look into adoption.  There were so many unwanted children in the world.  He knew how badly Emma wanted to become pregnant with their child.  But now, after her words, that didn’t seem like a possibility.  He would find her tomorrow and then they would go and talk to her doctor.  Find out what she needed to do.

Slowly, he drifted off to sleep. 

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Emma arched into the hand caressing her breasts.  She moaned at the touch.  She had never had such a vivid dream about Zayn before.  Not even when he was gone on tour.  She reached up her arms around his neck and pulled his lips to hers.  Driving her tongue into his mouth.  Loving the feel of his body on hers.  When she heard Zayn moan, she pulled away suddenly.  She wasn’t dreaming and she wasn’t kissing her husband.

“Harry!” she shrieked.  He looked as in shock as she was.

“Damnit!”

”What are you doing?”

“You kissed me.” He said.

“I thought you were Zayn.  I thought I was dreaming.” She turned away and buried her face into her pillow.

“Shit.  Em.  Come here.”  She let him pull her to him once again.  He kissed the top of her head.  “I’m sorry baby.  It’s just that, well, damn.  I’m going to sleep in the guest room.” He tried to move from the bed, but she held onto his arm.

“No, Harry, it’s my fault.  I’m sorry.  Stay, this is your room.”

“Em, are you sure?” he asked.

“Yes Harry.  I’m sure.  Just hold me.  Nothing will happen.  I just need a friend right now.”

“You’ll always have one love.”  He sighed.  He couldn’t believe they had kissed.  Couldn’t believe he had touched her “like that” again.  Damnit! He needed to get a woman.

“Harry?” she asked, her voice a whisper.

“Yes love? What is it?”

“Are you still in love with me?”  damn, where had that come from he wondered.

“I’ll always love you Emma.  But you are in love with Zayn.  Not me.  And Zayn is in love with you.  Now go to sleep.”  She snuggled in the cradle of his arms and drifted off into a restless sleep.  

Harry lay awake for the longest time.  Maybe a part of him was still in love with her, but she was happy with Zayn.  He was happy she was happy.  He wanted to be happy too.

Knock knock.  Harry came awake with a start.  Who the hell was pounding on his door.  He looked at the clock and saw that it was seven in the morning.  He crawled out of bed and pulled on a pair of pajama bottoms.  He opened the door to see a very weary, tired Zayn.

“Zayn.” He gasped.  He really wasn’t expecting him there.  He hoped Emma had the sense enough to stay in his bedroom.

“Harry, I’m sorry.  I know it’s early.  I hardly slept.  I’ve looked everywhere for her. ” he sat down on the couch and ran his hands through his already messed up hair.  Harry sat down next to him and put his arm around his brother.

“I know Zayn.  So did I.”  Zayn let Harry hold him as he cried some more.

“Shit, I’m acting like a big baby aren’t I?” he asked.

“Nah, I’d act the same way.”  Harry cringed when he heard the toilet flush down the hall.  Zayn looked at him.

“You decide to get lucky while you said you were going to look for my wife?”

“It’s Gemma.  She decided to drive in last night and was here when I got home.” Harry said, hating to lie.

“You got lucky Harry.  Don’t lie to me.”  Zayn stood up and started to walk towards Harry’s room.

“Zayn, come on.”

“I wanna see the pretty lady Harry.  Come on, put a smile on my face would ya?”  Harry cringed again.

Zayn couldn’t believe his eyes as he opened the door.  There, in Harry’s bed.  was his wife.  Apparently very naked under the covers.

“Jesus fucking Christ! I fucking knew it!” he yelled.  His eyes filled with rage as Emma jumped up in the bed covering herself.

“Zayn! What are you doing here?” she asked.  Her eyes were blazen with fear.

“I knew you couldn’t stay away from him.  You never could could you? You always run to him!”

“Zayn it….” Emma got out of Harry’s bed and grabbed one of his shirts that was laying on the floor.

“Don’t tell me what it isn’t Emma.  You’re having an affair with Harry.  The other was just an excuse to leave me.  Wasn’t it?”

“Oh God Zayn no.  We’re….”

“Don’t lie to me anymore Emma.” he turned to look at Harry.  Anger filled his eyes. “You lied to me too.  You knew where she was and you couldn’t resist getting her back into your bed!”

“Zayn, nothing happened.” Harry said.

“Yeah right!”

“Zayn….” He turned to look at Emma who was standing in front of him.  Tears in her eyes.

“The tears won’t work anymore Emma.  You betrayed me.  Us.  How could you? I love you more than anything and you go running back to him!”

“Zayn, we didn’t sleep together.”

“Sure as hell looked like it to me.”

“Damnit, we slept together…” she looked up at Zayn as his face seemed to get redder by the second.  “We did sleep together, but we didn’t have sex! Jesus Zayn!”

Zayn couldn’t take anymore.  He had to get out of there.  Away from her.  Away from Harry.  He turned to leave but stopped when he felt Emma’s hand on his arm.

“Zayn, I’m sorry.  Harry offered me a place to stay last night and….”

“You had a place to stay.  A home to stay in.  A bed to sleep in.  Mine!” he roughly pulled away from her.  “Have the lawyers send the divorce papers to me on tour.  I’ll sign them right away.” 

He stormed out of the house and tore off down the road.  Harry looked at Emma who was in a heap on the bedroom floor.  He shook his head at her.

“You brought this on yourself Emma.” He said before walking away from her.

“Harry!” she yelled at him as he walked away.  Maybe he was right.