Baby Blues (Zayn Malik Fanfiction-One Direction)

Chapter 6

Chapter 6

Emma began to cry.  Cry for herself.  For Zayn.  For everyone.  She didn’t even know anymore.  Her life was falling apart.  And it just seemed that it got worse with every passing minute.  She had heard Harry leave.  He said something to the fact that he was going to a press conference and that he would be back later.  

Emma grabbed her clothes from the night before and got dressed.  She drove to the Savoy and checked in.  She took a hot shower and put on one of the robes in the bathroom.  She looked in the mini bar and proceeded to get drunk.  As she poured herself a drink, she switched on the TV.  She humphed when she saw what was on.  But tears formed in her eyes when the cameras turned to her husband.  It was their press conference.  The one that they gave before every tour.  

She carried her drink to the bed and sat down.  The reporters asked the usual questions.  What kind of tour would it be? Were they worried their fan base was changing? Blah blah.  Same shit different tour.

“Zayn, will your wife be joining you on this tour?” a reporter asked.  Emma could see the pain in his eyes as the flashbulbs went off.  Harry was watching his reaction.

“Um.  Not right away.  She is visiting family in Australia.” He said with no emotion.  Emma felt the tears flow down her face.  She cried herself to sleep.

The boys of One Direction were hurried out of the news conference into waiting vans that would take them to their cars.

“Zayn? Is she in Australia?”  Liam asked.

“No.” he said sternly.  “I don’t really care where she is right now.” He glared at Harry.  Louis didn’t miss the look.

“Harry, where is she?” he asked.  Knowing the past history of Harry and Emma.

“Yes Harry, where is she?” Zayn asked sarcastically.  “Oh wait, I know.  She is probably still naked in your bed. Isn’t that right brother?”

“Zayn.  Don’t.”

“Don’t what Harry.  Don’t tell them that you and my faithful wife are fucking each other! That I found her naked in your bed this morning!”

“Zayn.  Nothing happened!”  Harry yelled.

“Wait a minute! Emma was at your place?” Louis asked.  His eyes darting between two of his best friends.

“Yes.” Harry said quietly.  He looked out the window.  Not wanting to look at Zayn.

“What’s the matter Harry?  Can’t look me in the eye?” Zayn snarled.  Harry turned to look at him.

“Nothing happened Zayn.  She needed a friend.”

“So you let her sleep naked in your bed? Again?  You know she could never resist you!”  Zayn ran his hand through his hair.  The vans stopped where they had their cars parked.  He was the first one out of the van.  Harry quickly on his heels.  Harry reached out to grab his shoulder.  Zayn pulled away from him.

“Don’t you touch me!”

“Zayn, we need to talk this out.  We are going on tour. You know, day in day out seeing each other.”

“I fucking know that Harry.  And don’t worry.  I’ll put on a good show.  I always do.  It’s all about the fans right?” he said angrily.  He looked around and saw Louis, Liam and Niall watching the exchange.

“Zayn, do you want me to drive you home?” Louis asked.  He knew how upset Zayn was and how bad his temper could be.

“No.  You go home to your beautiful, faithful pregnant wife.” He snapped.  He immediately felt bad at the words that came out of his mouth.  “I’m sorry Lou.”

“It’s okay man.”  Louis put a reassuring hand on Zayn’s shoulder.  Zayn looked at the others and smiled weakly.

“Come on you guys.  It’s a wild wacky One Direction tour!”  He climbed into his Range Rover and rolled down the window.  “I’ll see you guys in the morning.  I have some housecleaning to do.”  He shot Harry another angry look before driving off.

“Why didn’t you call us Harry?” Liam asked.

“She didn’t want anyone to know where she was.”

“Obviously.” Liam said sarcastically.

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

“Harry, come on.  You and Emma were pretty serious when you were together.” Louis said.

“Are you still in love with her?” Niall asked.  Harry just looked at him and shook his head before climbing into his car.

“I will always love her.  But she is in love with Zayn.  Not me.”

“Then why was she, as Zayn put it, naked in your bed?” Louis asked.