Talking To The Moon [z.m.]

16: Good Enough

Zayn's POV

I stared at her in shock. "What the hell are you talking about?"

She put her face in her hands before cleaning the tears on her face but soon new ones appeared. "I can't do this, not anymore. This is all wrong."

"What do you mean?" I asked her furiously. "What made you change your mind about us all of a sudden?!"

I tried to maintain myself calm because Alex was asleep in the other room but fuck was it hard to keep calm when the only person I'd ever loved in my life was breaking my heart.

"This is too much for me, Zayn. You have to understand-"

"Well I don't fucking understand!!" I yelled at her, not being able to contain my emotions anymore. "I don't understand!!"

"Stop yelling."

I ignored her comment and kept going.

"I don't fucking understand what you're saying! Where did we go wrong?! Or am I not good enough for you? Is that it?"

My voice went quiet at the last question.

"No, Zayn." Faith began crying and I wanted to go comfort her but I wanted answers. "It's me, not you."

I scoffed. "It's not you, it's me, right? Really Faith?"

"It's because it is me Zayn! Why can't you get that through your head?! I'm the one who's not good for you! I'm not worth the love you have and never will be!"

What the fuck was she talking about?

The only one who's not good enough of the other's love is me. I'm not worth her love.

"What are you talking about?" I asked frustratedly. "Tell me."

She shook her head before putting it in her hands and cried, her shoulders shaking. "I can't." Her voice cracked.

I was about to say something, but a cry from the other room stopped me immediately. Alex was crying.

Faith sniffed, brushing her tears away from her face yet I could still see them in her eyes. "I'll go see him, please don't come in."

Faith's POV

I walked into Alex's room and saw him in the dark, sitting up in his bed.

"What's going on mummy?" He asked quietly when I sat down next to him and pulled him into my arms.

"Nothing's happening, baby." I lied, and rested my head on top of his while brushing his tears away from his face.

My poor baby boy.. I'm so sorry for putting you through this, I thought, and tried to sniff away the tears that were already going down my cheeks.

"Were you and daddy fighting?" He innocently asked and I wanted so badly to break down but I knew I couldn't.

At least not yet, I'd have to wait until I was in my room and Alex was sound asleep. I was surprised that Zayn hadn't followed me, I didn't expect it but I was glad he at least listened to me for once.

I knew I couldn't make up what those screams were so I told him in a more not so bad way so we wouldn't be affected by it. "Daddy and I were just arguing over something, that's all."

"Are you and daddy going to break up, mummy?"

My heart clenched and more tears spilled down my cheeks. I held in the choke and my body began to shake from all the fear and depression.

Alex was quiet, waiting for an answer. An answer that I didn't want to admit to him, I didn't want him to have to worry and be sad again now that he finally got his dad back.