Baby Blues (Zayn Malik Fanfiction-One Direction)

Chapter 11

Chapter 11

Harry came to stand beside Zayn.  He knew that Samantha was trouble.  She was the whole time she was dating Zayn.  She looked at him and rolled her eyes.

“Hello Harry.”

“Sam.”

“It’s Samantha, not Sam.”

“Yeah, right.  Zayn you ready to go?” he asked.

“Yeah.  It’s getting a little too uncomfortable in here.”  Zayn turned to leave with Harry.  Leaving Samantha stare at their retreating backs.  Asshole.

They climbed into an awaiting SUV to take them back to the hotel.  Zayn was quiet the whole ride.  Harry had felt the tension with Zayn the whole time they were on tour.

“Have you talked to Emma?” he asked.  Trying to break the silence.

“No.”

“Are you going to call her?”  Zayn turned to look at Harry.  He could tell that he was trying to make peace between the two of them.  As much as he wanted to, the image of Emma in Harry’s bed was still a lot to swallow.

“I tried at the club.  But she must’ve heard Sam’s voice.”

“Nice.”

“What the hell do you want me to do Harry?” Zayn yelled.  “I find my wife, naked in your bed.  What the hell would you think about it if you found the woman that you love more than anything in this whole fucking world, naked, in another man’s bed?”

Harry knew Zayn was right.  What would he think? Zayn had every right to be angry.

“You’re right.  And I am sorry.  I know how much you love Emma.  And she does love you too.”

Zayn picked up his cell again and dialed the hospital once more.

“Wellington Hospital.”

“Emma Jones’s room please.”

“May I ask who’s calling?”

“Zayn Malik.”

“I’m sorry Mr. Malik, your wife is refusing your calls.”  Zayn was stunned.  Not taking his calls? What the hell?

“Thank you.” He quickly switched his phone off and put it in his pocket.

“What’s up?” Harry asked.

“She’s refusing my calls.”

“Maybe you should call her when she gets home Zayn.”

“I don’t want to discuss this anymore.”

“Zayn, you need…”

“Don’t tell me what I need to do Harry!” he snapped.  He looked out the window and saw that they were pulling up in front of the hotel.  Good thing because all he wanted to do was go to bed and shut out the world.

Emma lay in her darkened hospital room and clutched her pillow to her.  Tears streaming down the sides of her face.  Who the hell was with him? Why did he call her? Millions of questions were running through her mind.  Millions of thoughts.  

When she got home, she would unpack everything that Zayn had packed and then pack her suitcase.  She reminded herself that she needed to call Denise too.  She had only sure fire things that she needed to accomplish when she saw Zayn.  Tell him that she needed him and that she wanted this marriage.