Oops? ☯ Zouis Talik

Chapter Fourteen

"Mum," Zayn whimpered in to his mobile "I can't get Damian to stop crying. He hates me I know he does, why won't he stop crying!?" Zayn was wailing at this point struggling to rock a sobbing two-month-old Damian.

"Mum, why have you not answered your phone all day," he paused sniffing trying to clear his nose so he could breathe "I don't think I can do this, I'm not meant to be a father. I can't raise them how they need obviously."

Zayn sighed, his wailing had mellowed in to soft whimpers "I just... maybe I... nevermind. Just please call me back mum." Zayn almost whispered 

Zayn cried almost everyday for the first six months after the twins were born. He was overwhelmed, alone and still desperately heartbroken.

Zayn was at wits end about to just lay Damian in his crib close the door and run to the opposite end of the house when his mum finally called him back. 

"Oh God mum!" 

"Shh, baby it's okay, yeah. Damian doesn't hate you love, he's just a colicky baby. It'll stop soon, maybe two more months and he'll be just a sweet and lovely as Elijah is all the time Zayn." Tricia paused trying to think of ways to sooth her panicking son "Why don't you come over and we can have a sleep over and I'll make you your tea how you like it, just come over Zayn I worry about you."

Zayn smiled sadly picturing his mum probably sat on the sofa trying not to cry tracing her fingers over her knee. She always did it when she was sad or worried almost like she was trying to sooth herself.

"Yeah" he mumbled "That sounds good. I'll been there in an hour, I need to figure out how to get Damian to stop crying first."

"Just be patient Zayn, parenting isn't easy but I know you'll be amazing babe."

Zayn nodded even though she couldn't see him and said goodbye.

***

Zayn lugged his two sleeping boys up the front steps of The Peninsula New York a five star hotel in New York City only two streets away from Central Park. When he finally reached the front desk he was aggravated because it was two in the morning and he had to carry not only two sleeping three (almost four) year olds but also a luggage cart of not only their two suit cases but also numerous garment bags full of dresses for Katy to try on. 

"Mr. Malik! The overly nice front desk attendant smiled "We've been expecting you. Katy has booked you the suite 943, it's the room right next to hers. Here's your key and she also told me to tell you she needs you in her room by seven am  sharp to start figuring out her outfits. She bought a friend that needs to be fitted as well."

Zayn groaned letting his head fall back and closed his eyes. He was already stressed because he was dressing Katy Perry on of the top pop artists in the world but also a friend. He didn't know their measurements he hadn't prepared for this and one thing Zayn hated was being unprepared. 

The next morning Zayn quietly made his way in to Katy's room with Damian and Elijah quietly tucked behind him and searched the massive hotel room for Katy and whoever her surprise guest was. He followed the talking and laughter coming from down the hall calling her name so he didn't scare her when he walked in the room. 

When he turned the corner he froze, no way this could be happening. Of all places, of all people it had to be her. When he abruptly stopped the twins didn't notice and continued walking in to the back of his legs then knocking back in to the door alerting Katy and her that someone else was in the room.