The Demons Inside. [ZM AU]

Ch: 15 || Writing.

"So, was it a boy or girl?" I found  myself asking Zayn as the three of us placed ourselves through the awkward atmosphere onto the coach. Zayn's eyes shifted from his hands to my eyes and I couldn't help but feel butterflies in my stomach. I always feel like that whenever I look into his eyes-those golden tinted hazel eyes. That's the one thing I liked about him the most when we first met. They're just so mesmerizing.

"Neither. It was a false alarm, only a fart." Zayn was smirking at his words and I could see Nathan at the corner of my eyes, smiling to. I wanted to laugh along with the pair of them and forget all the pain I was feeling, but the emotion was too dominant-I couldn't hide it.

"Wow. Lucky for you, eh?" Nathan smiled jokily and Zayn's happiness soon dissolved as quickly as it came.

Crap is going down-brace yourselves.

"Guys-I just want to make something really clear; I'm not heartless! The only reason I show nothing but hatred towards that baby, is because of Caitlin. I hate the mother, therefore why should I like that child? If it's parents don't get along, it isn't right for it-"

"-It? The baby is not an 'it', Zayn. They're a human being just like the rest of us. What you need to do is put your differences with Caitlin aside and work it out for the baby's sake. Why shouldn't you hate you hate the baby? Oh I don't know-maybe because he or she is your child?!" I rolled my eyes scoffing in disbelief at his oblivious behaviour.

"Zayn. I have an idea. It may or may not work, but I'm pretty sure it's worth a try..." Nathan's greeny grey eyes met mines for a second before locking on Zayn's. Zayn nodded once, signalling for Nathan to continue. I was actually quite curious myself.

"You should pretend that the child is yours and Sophia's, therefore, you will love the baby more then you do right now!"

What. The. Hell? Why did he just speak such logic for? Nathan James Sykes-you are one clever, but under-appreciated guy.

University has done you good, mate.

But still... Zayn looks incredibly pissed off...

Wait-when is he not?

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[Louisa]

"This place is disgusting-how does one live here? Urgh." I felt my nose crinkle with repulsion as Brandon and I snooped around what was supposed to be George's old den. It was an unhygienic run down place that honestly needed such a hardcore makeover. If only I had time I would actually consider doing it, because this condition is getting on my nerves.

"Calm down. It's not like we're going to live here. We're just investigating. Look for anything that could give us any information about the suspects." Brandon was ahead of me, not fazed by this disturbing place. How can he not be? I feel so sick being here.

"It smells like a sewage!" I grimaced, looking around the living room that contained tatty sofas and a large oak table. There was a lot of lose pieces of paper on the table, but I doubt that it would be any use to us. I picked it up and was about to crunch them into a tight ball when Brandon yanked the papers from my hand suddenly.

"What the hell are you doing? That could be evidence! Read the damn sheet before treating it like it's garbage!" and he was now skim reading one sheet until his honey golden eyes were sparkling with almost joy and amusement. Why those two emotions?

"Well-well-well, we found some writing done by that cow, at least that's something, eh?" Brandon smirked chuckling lightly and half heartily.

"What does it say?" I asked him, letting curiosity get the best of me.