Talking To The Moon [z.m.]

5: Dark Paradise

Zayn's POV

"Uncle Harry took me to McDonald's again and I got the power rangers toy, mommy, look!"

The three of us sat on the two couches, all of our attention was on the little boy we cared about.

Alex held up the red power rangers toy for Faith to see while she grinned at him in awe. I wonder how many times he's made her smile, how much happiness he's brought her since I've left..

Harry chuckled at the little boy beside me. "I'm glad you liked it kiddo."

"What do you say to Uncle Harry, Alex?" Faith raised an eyebrow in an indication to the little boy.

Alex walked over to Harry in small steps and said, "Thank you, Uncle Harry!" Before jumping into his arms.

The jealousy came back again, more powerful than before. Why can't I have that with my own son? Why does Harry have this side of him and I don't?

Because he doesn't know you, dumbass, I thought to myself. Not yet.

"Well, I guess I should be heading now. I have to go to the store and buy some beer. Lou called and he's coming later and urged me into buying." Harry said minutes later, standing up from his spot.

"Zayn should go with you."

Both Harry and I stared at Faith in confusion. Why the fuck does she want me to go with him? Is this her way of trying to get rid of me? No way, no fucking way was she going to erase me out of her life.

"What?" Harry asked.

"I mean, he should go so I can get things prepared here for dinner and about the thing."

What thing? Does she mean telling Alex?

"Do you mean telling Alex..?" I asked her.

She nodded.

"Tell me what, momma?" Alex asked below us.

"Nothing, we'll tell you later sweetheart." She told him.

"Okay." He nodded and went to his room without saying good bye.

"Then I guess we should go..?" Harry looked at me and I nodded, leaving out of the apartment, the place where so many things had happened.

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"Okay, and this.."

Harry and I walked along the store, him holding a basket and me just walking beside him.

The basket was filled with toilet paper, cereal boxes, and a bunch of other shit Harry needed, not including the damn beer he was supposed to buy.

"What happened to the fucking beer?" I asked him, annoyingly.

"Listen prick," he spoke unafraid as he placed a hair comb in the basket while I rolled my eyes at him, still annoyed. "Since we're at the store, I thought why not buy the stuff you need instead of having to come back again? Smart aren't I?" He smirked.

"Very." I huffed.

After walking a few more aisles in silence, we came to where the beer was and Harry opened the fridge and pulled out two packs.

"Here." He tried handing me one to carry.

"I'm not carrying your shit." I shook my head.

"Just carry it for fuck's sake." He groaned.

I rolled my eyes at him and carried the box with him holding the other and we began walking to the cashier at the other side of the store.

"So what's up?" Harry asked out of nowhere.

"What's up with what?"

"C'mon Zayn," he spoke as if it what he was going to say were obvious. "I know by the pout on your nasty ass face that something happened between you and Faith."

I didn't say anything. He was right.

"Spill." He ordered after a moment of silence.

"We were about to.." I started.

"About to what?" He quirked an eyebrow at me.

"You know."

"Oh, that.." He came into realization. "And what next?"

"She stopped." I said. "She told me she didn't want to."

Harry didn't say anything. Something seemed strange with him after I said that.

"So?"

"So what?" He looked back at me when we were in line to the cashier.

"Aren't you going to give me any of your manly advice that I won't even use?"

I expected him to laugh but he didn't. What the fuck was going on?

"Harry?"

He shook his head and payed for his items before we left the store in silence.

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"I'll see you around." Harry said when he parked in front of the apartments Faith and I have been involved with in years.

"You know something." I said.

"About what?" He asked, serious.

"Cut the bullshit Harry and tell me what the fuck is going on with Faith." I pushed.

"It's nothing."

"Shut the fuck up before I smash your face against the dashboard. You know I will." I threatened.

Harry sighed, before placing both of his massive hands on the wheel. "It's not my story to tell, it's hers."

"Can you at least tell me a clue as to what it is?" I asked.

"It'll certainly get you mad that's for sure."

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The clue Harry told me kept floating through my head. Why would I be mad? Besides the fact that she rejected me?

I sat at the dinner table at eight o clock with Alex sitting across from me. We were eating rice and chicken Faith cooked while she poured us some lemonade she made.

The room was silence except the lemonade being poured on three cups, two big and one small.

"Here you go." Faith set the cups in front of Alex's and my dish before she sat down and finished eating.

I was already done with my meal and was eyeing how Alex ate. It seemed creepy but I wanted to know everything about my son who didn't know me.

Yet.

"I'm done mommy." Alex told Faith minutes later and gave her his dish.

"Go wash your hands, baby." She told him and he nodded and left to the bathroom.

"Are you ready to tell him?" I asked impatiently.

She looked at me. "Yeah, I'll tell him when I'm done washing the dishes."

I noticed she had finished when she took all the dishes and cups and washed them while I sat there waiting.

I wondered how this was going to go. How was she going to tell him? And how was he going to react? Happy? Sad? Disappointed?

I wouldn't be surprised for the last one, he'd have to know that his father was in jail while Faith took care of him by herself.

But how did she do it? I asked myself. How was she able to take care of a child when she was one herself at the time? Now when I look at her, she doesn't even act like the old Faith. She had changed. She had to, for him.

It pained me to believe that I had left her when she needed me the most. How could I have done that to her? Why was I so fucking stupid to commit crimes when I didn't need to? Except for the fact that it was to support my family. But I could've done something else!

I could have worked at a local store, worked in construction, fuck I'd even do singing if I was good enough. But no, I had to choose to be fucking criminal. And now thanks to me for making that stupid mistake, things ended up this way.

Alex came back and sat back down on his seat right when Faith had finished and was drying her hands.

When she turned and saw both Alex and I sitting, waiting for her, she took a deep breath before coming towards us.

"What do you need to tell me, mommy?" Alex asked her when she sat down, my hands beginning to shake.

Faith looked at me cautiously before paying attention to the little boy, our little boy. "Alex, remember when you would ask you about your dad?"

He nodded. "And you told me not to ask about him?"

What?

Faith winced as if she shouldn't have told him that, which was damn true. "Yeah, well this about him."

"What about my daddy?" His curiosity taking over him.

He called me daddy.

I couldn't hide the smile on my face.

Faith ignored my smile and took another deep breath before taking his little hands in hers and spoke those words I've been waiting to hear this whole time. "Daddy's back."

"And daddy is Zayn."

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A/N

I'm sorry for not posting but I'm not feeling very well at the moment! ):