Three Way Relationship

89 - Its Okay Not To Be Okay

Zayn's POV

I stood before my dad, being just the two of us in the room as we tried to strike a conversation, without all the issues that we've had in the passed getting in the middle of it.

I wanted to mainly see how my mother was, and ask where she was. The only thing I knew was that she was dying, but what of, and why?

My mother was a very healthy woman, she ate right, exercised last I knew.

I cleared my throat, nervously tumbling my fingers around as I looked up at my father, "So... um, what exactly is going on with Mum?" I asked, trying to keep myself as calm as possible.

"Right, can we sit down?" Dad asked.

I nodded, taking a seat at the table, the girls were sent to bed a few minutes ago, Doniya went to her own home, so it was just me and my father in the room. Justin and Niall were still in my old bedroom, doing who knows what.

Dad took a seat in front of me, sighing as he stared down at his hands, "Your mother had been feeling so weak, and in pain for the last few months, she'd asked me not to let anyone know what was going on."

"What do you mean?" I asked softly.

"She went to the doctors two months ago, and was diagnosed with a form of cancer." Dad said, looking up at me, "She went to treatments, chemotherapy, but nothing worked, its all really too late. Three days ago it got so bad, that I took her to the hospital after she'd been vomiting and evidently in a lot of pain."

"What happened? What did they say?" I asked.

"She had a week left at the most. I'd be at the hospital, but your mum insisted I stayed home the first two days, and she wanted you to come home, so we could do something for her." Dad licked his lips.

"What do you mean? What do we have to do for her?" I was purely confused, and not sure what was going on entirely.

" She would like for us to reconnect, put aside our differences, and just, stop this madness." Dad frowned.

I bit my lip, "Dad, I... I love Justin and Niall, I know that its hard to understand how someone can love two people... but I do. I love them so so much."

"I don't understand, Zayn, and I don't think I ever will." Dad sighed deeply, "I can't exactly stop you from making your own decisions, seeing as though you are your own person, but I need you to understand that it makes me uncomfortable."

"I'm sorry, but they're a big part of me... I would love for you to accept them, and myself. They're amazing people, Dad." I looked down.

"If you just, maybe give me time, let me get to know them, and your situation..." Dad cleared his throat, "I might be able to accept it, and be okay with it. But don't expect that to happen, alright?"

I nodded, "Can you please tell me what you see that's so wrong about it?"

"I believe that the heart belongs to one of a woman, Zayn. I'm not homophobic, I do accept gays, lesbians, transexuals and all that, but I definitely don't accept or understand giving your heart to two other souls." Dad mumbled, "A heart belongs to the love of your life, the one you see fit to spend the rest of your life with. Your soul mate."

"Maybe some people have two soul mates... maybe love is meant to be more powerful than anyone could ever imagine, so it comes in different ways." I licked my lips.

Dad shrugged, "I don't know. We'll talk more in the morning, okay?"

I nodded, standing up, "Thanks for the talk." I said, before walking out and to the bedroom.