Baby Blues (Zayn Malik Fanfiction-One Direction)

Chapter 7

Chapter 7

Zayn stood staring up at the picture. It was their wedding picture.  That day had been one of the greatest in his life.  They were so happy.  His heart ached now as he looked at it.  His wife had betrayed him.  Betrayed their marriage vows and their love.  And with one of his best friends.

He had come home and began to pack things away.  Anything that reminded him of Emma.  He marked all of the boxes so that if and when she did come back to the house, she could see that she had hurt him deeply and that he was starting to wipe out her memory.  As he reached up to take down their wedding picture, the doorbell rang.  He went to answer it.  He wasn’t really surprised to see who was standing there.  He turned back into the house, leaving Harry to follow him.

“What do you want?” he asked.  He reached up and took the picture off of the wall.

“Don’t do that Zayn.”

“Why the hell not.  I don’t have a wife anymore.”  He held the picture in front of him.  He was trying not to let himself cry anymore.  Especially in front of Harry.

“Yes you do.  A wife that needs you.  Needs your love Zayn.”  Zayn turned to look at Harry.

“How can you say that to me?  I found her at your place.  Naked! In your bed Harry!” he yelled.

“I know.  And I’m sorry.”

“You’re sorry!” Zayn let the picture drop to the floor.  He turned and headed to the kitchen.  Harry was quickly on his heels.

“Zayn, nothing happened!”

“So you say.”  Zayn reached into the refrigerator and pulled out two beers.  “Want one?”  Harry picked it up and took a drink.  He watched as Zayn drained his and reached for another one.

“She was just going to check into a hotel.”

“You should have let her!”

“I didn’t have sex with her.  I have a little more class than that.”

“Oh sure.  But yet, you can sleep naked with her.”  Zayn said sarcastically.

“Zayn, come on.  I would never betray you like that.”  Harry slammed his beer bottle down on the counter.

“Are you still in love with her?” Zayn asked.  Not looking at him.  He was looking out the kitchen window.

“Why does everyone keep asking me that?” Harry said in frustration.

“Are you?”

“No.  I love Emma.  I always will.  But damnit Zayn! She is in love with you!”

“Then why did she run?  Why did she run away when she knew I’d do anything for her.”

“Because she’s scared.  Upset.  She wants to be perfect for you and now she thinks she isn’t.”  

Zayn sat down at the kitchen table and held his head in his hands.  Harry sat down next to him.

“Harry, I love her, but she hurt me terribly.”

“I know Zayn.”  

Zayn reached over and pushed a box towards him.   “What’s this?” he asked.

“Apparently everything that you ever gave to my wife.  Cards, letters.”

“What do you want me to do with it?”

“I don’t care.  Just get it out of my sight.”  Harry stood up and picked up the box.

“Do you want me to have her call you?”

“No.”

“Zayn.  You said you still love her.”

“That doesn’t change the fact that she betrayed me Harry.”

“Zayn, we didn’t do anything!”  Harry said in frustration.

“That’s what you say Harry.  But I know what I saw.  I’ll see you in the morning.”  Zayn got up and headed outside towards the pool.  Harry just shook his head and headed to the front door.  He stopped to pick up the picture Zayn had let fall to the floor.  He propped it up on the wall and left.

Ring ring.  “You’ve reached the Malik residence.  Please leave a message and we’ll get back to you.  Thanks.” Beep.

“Mrs. Malik, this is Dr. Smythe.  I need for you to schedule your tests so that we can take a biopsy of the mass we found.  And we need to discuss the fact that this might not be cancer at all.  Please call as soon as you can.  Thank you.”

Zayn didn’t hear the phone and he didn’t hear the message.  He went to bed in one of the guest rooms.  Not wanting to be in their bedroom.  Too many memories and his heart didn’t need any more pain at the moment.  But as he lay there, he couldn’t help but think of his wife.  Wishing it was her he was holding instead of her pillow.  But the haunting reminder of seeing her naked in Harry’s bed was so painful he didn’t know if he could ever look at her the same way again.