Winter Tragedy ~Sequel to Summer...Tragedy?~

Chapter Thirteen: Time to Think

Zayn’s POV:

‘You see what you guys did? Zayn deactivated his account… AGAIN! Seriously guys, the baby died and you’re still blaming him! He’s is mourning! #LeaveZaynAlone’ I read through Harry’s phone. I had deactivated my account again because of all the hate, but Harry showed me what was trending, which was ‘Leave Zayn Alone’. Fans never seem to disappoint me.

Just than a new tweet came in that caught my attention. It was a reply to the girl who tweeted the last tweet. I read it with Harry. It said, ‘@Julia_Malik #LeaveZaynAlone shouldn’t be trending! Zayn got a fucking girl pregnant! I never knew Zayn was that low. That baby deserves to be dead #GladBabyMaliksDead’ That was like a slap to the face, a punch to the gut and like blades were cutting me open. Not to sound rude, but who wishes for a baby to die?

“If it makes you feel better, I’m not glad that baby Malik is dead.” Harry said. I nodded my head, agreeing. A baby should never die. It wouldn’t be the babies fault. It wouldn’t be anyone’s fault. Except in my case. It’s my fault. All mine. No matter who tells me otherwise it will always be my fault.

“Yeah, my fault.” I mumbled, drowning out noises. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Harry furrow his eyebrows. Than he made an understanding face and began lecturing me on how it’s ‘not my fault’. We all know that it is though. If it weren’t for me and my cheating ways, Emma and Alice would be perfectly healthy.

I shook my head and got up from my spot on the couch in the hotel room and walked into the bedroom I’m borrowing. I sat on the bed and buried my head in my hands while my elbows rested on my thighs, just by my knees. Tears pricked the corner of my eyes, but I blinked them away. I had an interview to go to and I don’t want red, puffy eyes.

My phone rung and I decided whether or not to pick it up. I grabbed it, deciding to pick it up and answered, “Hey, Zayn here.” I didn’t know who was on the other end, because I didn’t look at the caller I.D, so that is why I was surprised to hear Emma’s voice on the other end. She hasn’t called me for a while.

“Hey, Zayn. I wanted to check up on you. How are you? I saw what was trending. Horrible, right? I don’t want to be rude, though so I kept my mouth shut. Anyway, how are you? Any lady friends over for the night? Sorry, it’s been bugging me. Hey do you know how Nikki is doing? Liam hasn’t called today and he said he’d call daily.” Emma said in one breath.

“Okay, I don’t know anything you just said. I caught, the first three sentences than forgot the rest, so can you ask me and tell me everything for a second time around, please?” I said, while a smile crept onto my face. That’s what Emma does. Even if I’m in a horrible mood that no one could cheer me up, Emma could. I got to thank Liam for making me say thank you to Emma.

I laughed at the memory. Liam was too busy thinking about Nikki to even concentrate on what he was saying. He handed me a shirt and told me to take it to Emma as a thank you gift. I don’t even know why I went, but I did. Half of me is glad, yet half of me is regretful.

“Well, I’m fine. Except for that trend going on. And no, I haven’t talked to any girls except for you, Nikki and the fans who talked to me. I’m pretty sure Nikki is fine and I think that Liam hasn’t called is because he is asking Nikki an important question.” I answered.