Chapter 15
Everyone decided to go clubbing after the show. They all returned to their rooms to get ready.
“Are you going?” Zayn asked. He was looking through his suitcase.
“No.” Emma said quietly.
“Why not?”
“Because I just don’t want to Zayn. Okay?”
“It’s not like I’m stopping you from going.”
“I just don’t want to go Zayn. Jesus! You don’t say more than two words to me in a week and now you’re getting on me because I don’t want to go clubbing!” she yelled at him.
“Look, you brought…”
“Yeah yeah, I know, I brought this all on myself.” She snapped back at him. “Look, just go. Have a good time. It’s not like you even care what I do anyway.”
“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” She stood up in front of him. Her head barely coming to his shoulders.
“You don’t care Zayn. Go have a good time. Just leave me alone.” Zayn reached out and grabbed her arm.
“Why won’t you talk to me?” he asked. Emma blinked. What the hell did he just say? Her talk to him?
“You don’t want me to. I can’t get close to you. You’ve put up this giant wall around you and you won’t let me back in.” She pulled away from him and went into the bathroom, slamming the door. Zayn hurried out of their room, slamming a door of his own. Emma broke down crying on the floor.
Knock knock.
“Go away!” she yelled.
“No!” came the voice on the other side of the hotel room door. Emma got up and answered it.
“You look like shit love.”
“Thanks a lot Harry! What the hell do you want?”
“You going out with us?”
“No.”
“No?”
“What is it with you guys. Do the One Direction boys have a problem with the word no? Go away Harry.” She slammed the door in his face.
They were all such a happy bunch at the clubs. Zayn and Harry buried their thoughts in alcohol. Liam and Danielle danced away. Niall was flirting with the ladies and Louis and Eleanor sat across from Zayn and Harry and watched them drown their sorrows.
“Lou, let’s get them back to the hotel. I think they’ve had enough.” Eleanor said.
He nodded in agreement and Paul came over to help them. As they got to the hotel in the elevator, both Zayn and Harry began to sing. Extremely off key.
“Will you guys shut up!” Louis yelled at them.
“Lou, you are sooooooooo lucky man!” Zayn said, hanging over Louis’s shoulder.
“Yeah man. You have a beautiful wife who loves you and….” Harry babbled on.
“And she doesn’t give you any shit!” Zayn slurred alongside him. Louis and Eleanor just rolled their eyes. Paul steered Zayn towards his room.
“No! I’m not going in there by my bitch!”
“Zayn, don’t call Emma a bitch!” Eleanor snapped at him.
“Well, she is!”
“Harry!”
“Why don’t the two of you go to Harry’s room and sleep it off. You can bitch about Emma together.” Louis said and they all pushed them towards Harry’s room.
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Knock knock. Eleanor and Danielle looked at each other. Emma wasn’t answering the door.
“Who is it?” came the quiet voice on the other side.
“Emma, it’s us, open the door.”
“I can’t.”
”Come have breakfast with us.”
“Oh God, no food. I’ll talk to you guys later.” They both sighed and walked away. They heard the shower turn on and went to eat.
They laughed at Zayn as they saw him holding his head and walking towards his room.
“What’s so funny?” he asked.
“Nothing. A little hung over?” Danielle asked.
“You could say that.”
“Is Emma okay?” Eleanor asked.
“I don’t know. Why?”
“We asked her to go to breakfast with us and she said she couldn’t. As we were walking away, we heard the shower turn on and if you listen, it is still on. That was an hour ago.” Zayn’s eyes widened. He knew immediately what was wrong. He sobered up in an instant and went towards their room.
“I know what’s wrong.” He turned to look at Danielle and Eleanor. “Look, don’t let anyone disturb us, okay?”
“What’s going on Zayn?” Danielle asked. Concern showing on her face.
“Just let me take care of her. She needs me right now.”
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Baby Blues (Zayn Malik Fanfiction-One Direction)
FanfictionZayn Malik is in love with his wife, Emma....what happens when BIG changes take place in their lives.......many unexpected turns......this is a mature story.........(language, mature situations).....