One Direction Interracial Preferences (BWWM)

Comfort Inn Ending //Zayn Pt.2//

He listened to the song slowly, but he took in every word. He knew that it was about him. You looked up at the shook boy standing in front of you. "I- I didn't know I caused you so much pain" he gulped and scratched the back of his neck. "I was so scared of being hurt myself that I couldn't bring myself to fall for another woman." He sighed softly shaking his head. "That night with the mother of my child, we did have sex when you left. I felt horrible that you had to run out and leave. She just wouldn't shut up about you." he sat down on the couch next to you. "Look, Y/N, I'm not perfect and we have shared great memories but the truth is I'm just not ready for you. I haven't matured for you and that will probably never happen." he stroked your hand softly before getting up and walking toward the door. "It was a beautiful song though." he shrugged and walked out. He was right, it was a beautiful song. It charted his number one hit Pillow Talk. He tried to sue you for using his name and 'tarnishing his reputation' but he gave up. He was sick about loosing his number one single and you. He started drinking heavily and smoking again, not just weed but also cigarettes. As months went by you were watching the news, "Singer in a fatal car accident due to drunk driving, no-one else injured more details coming up" You looked as a picture of Zayn flashed across the screen. Getting up you quickly rushed out of the cafe you were at. The paps were throwing questions at you left and right but you didn't care, no matter what Zayn had put you through you still loved him. You rushed to the hospital and ran down the halls to the emergency room, there in the waiting room was his family. Safaa looked up at you with tears staining her cheeks, she ran over to you embracing you into a hug. You hugged her tightly as the rest of the family walked over and pulled you into a tight embrace, they didn't deserve this. He didn't deserve this. Days turned into weeks. Weeks turned into months. Months turned into year, and Zayn was still on life support. You walked in the room he was in with your son Ziar, yes you did have Zayn's son. You gave him that song hoping that he would change for the best, but he didn't if he couldn't change to become a family with you then he wouldn't have changed for Ziar. You sat down at the side of his bed brushing his hair with your hands. He was still beautiful. Ziar poked at his face, he would often cry and tell Zayn to wake up. Sometimes Ziar would think that Zayn would never wake up. "Daddy, can you move your fingers if you can hear me." You seen Ziar giggle from the floor. You watched Zayn carefully, you seen two of his fingers wiggle. "I can hear you." The soft but raspy tone had said.