Further On (Zayn Malik)

Chapter 51

Chapter 51;

It's the night and Zayn just put all the kids to bed. I turn off the faucet, getting done with the dishes and going upstairs. I should check on Zayn to see if he needs anything. I catch him sitting on the bed, his arms crossed leaning against the headboard. He stares at the ground in deep thought.

"Did you want a drink or anything?" I ask, interrupting him.

He looks up. "No I'm good, thank you."

He stands up, taking off his hoodie.

"Let me know if you need anything." I say, walking away.

"I need you." He calls out.

"What?" I walk back, clearly confused.

"I-I said I needed you." He breathes. "I'm sorry. And yes, I know that doesn't justify what I did, but I just want you to know that I know what you've went through because of my mistakes. The apology you need from me isn't just a little I'm sorry, you need me to show you that I'm truly sorry. I'll show you by taking care of you, treating you right, not lying to you, paying attention to your needs, helping you out with the kids and taking your feelings and emotions into consideration." He tears up. "I hate the feeling of you and the kids not being around. I hate it. I will totally understand if you don't want me to even speak to you anymore, I get that, but if you can just think about us being together again. Even if it takes you years, I'll wait for you because you're my better half." He stumbles. "It's like that song by Justin Timberlake, Mirrors. That may sound corny but-"

He stops when I sigh, then continues.

"But, it's true. You're my reflection and my sanity, I fell in deep love with you and I still am. I miss the simple things we used to do, like if I forget to give the boys a bath you would know. Or when we're laying next to each other and you're reading and I'm going through my emails and our feet and legs tangle up with each other. Or when it's windy outside you tend to zip my coat up higher or put a hat on me. Or when we would shower together when we had the chance and you'd wash my hair, or when we're sleeping and you'd hold me..." He shrugs, his face blushing. "I just want to let you know, you walk around here like you hate my guts which you probably do. You ignored the shit out of me for a good two months, but regardless of those things I swear on my fucking life marrying you, creating a family with you and falling in love with you were the best things I have ever done and will ever do in my lifetime."

I stand there in silence.

"I'll get better." He whispers.

"You had your chances." I reply, quietly.

"I know." He mutters. "Just, thank you for listening, I'm forever in your debt. But, I love you. Good night."

He walks in the room and closes the door.

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I may have caved in and decided to go with Zayn and the kids today. They are out somewhere right now because I just got up and they are nowhere in sight. Yawning, I walk downstairs and when I pass the laundry room, I see the clothes that I was supposed to wash folded on the shelves. Did he do laundry? And fold? I walk into the kitchen to find it absolutely spotless. The only thing I did was the dishes because I was saving cleaning the actual kitchen in the morning, but it looks like Zayn already did that.

I hear the door open so I turn around.

"Mommy! Look!" Noah runs to me, showing me his boat. "It goed on top of the water!"

"That's cool Noah, gonna use it tonight when mommy gives you a bath?"

He nods excitedly and sits on the floor to play with it, Joel following him. Zayn carries Suraiya's car seat in with bags in his hands.