Hidden Beneath Brown Eyes (A Zayn Malik Fanfiction)

Chapter 31 - Radio

I shot up in bed, my eyes wide open, trying to adjust to the pitch dark. My forehead was sweating buckets and my hands were shaking. My breathing was choppy and my mind was racing.

It felt so real. I was sure it was real. Our lips were attached and our naked bodies were pressed up against each other. I felt his fingers tracing patterns on my sensitive skin. I felt his tongue dancing with mine. I felt the vibrations of his moans against my lips. It was all so real.

I had been back in London. Back in Zayn's house. In his graffiti room. On that couch. It was the night that Jack was conceived. The night when I had burst through Zayn's door in the middle of the night. The night when we made love for the first and last time.

Now, nearly five years later, I was alone in my room. The bed next to me, empty. A void in my heart that only one person could fill.

Ever since the incident with Louis, I had been dreaming about Zayn every night. They were just like the dreams I used to have when I was eighteen, before I met Zayn.

Only this one was different. All the other dreams I had were scenarios that had never happened. Whether they be things that I feared would happen, or things that I wanted to happen, they were still things that had never happened.

But this dream was a memory. I was dreaming of a very vivid, very significant memory. If it wasn't for that night, my son would have never been born.

I ran my fingers through my mangled hair and pushed myself up on my elbows. The room around me looked much different from my room at my parent's house. Sometimes I still missed my old life, but I would never trade my current life for anything in the world.

It was a Friday, which meant work all day and then the weekend off. I collapsed back down onto my bed, letting out a sigh of relief. Every week that I made it through was a triumph for me.

Louis had been right about one thing; it was difficult being a single mom. If my parents weren't helping me, I wouldn't have even been able to afford my apartment, let alone food, clothes, and other things that Jack needed.

I went through my regular morning routine. I woke Jack up, got him dressed, gave him breakfast, then scrambled to get myself dressed, and ran out the door to take him to my parent's house.

I got to work at 8:55 and clocked in at 9:00. All day I did nothing but answer phones and schedule appointments. It was horrendously boring, but it was my job and I had to do it.

The last minute usually went by slow, but even slower on a Friday. I just watched it and watched it. All I wanted was to go home and lay down while Jack watched cartoons in the living room.

Finally, 5:00 rolled around and I happily and quickly clocked out and left, and wrote I knew it I was back in my parents' driveway.

I had my hand on the door handle when my phone rang. I looked at the screen and cringed when I saw Spencer's name. He was not exactly the person I wanted to talk to.

I'd been seeing Spencer for about a month, and to say I wasn't entirely ecstatic about it was an understatement. He hadn't pulled any stunts since our first date, and Jack seemed to like him, so I kept accepting his dinner invitations, but I really didn't feel anything for him.

"Hello?" I answered, annoyed.

"Hey babe." I rolled my eyes. He knew that I hated being called babe, but he did it anyway.

"What do you need Spencer? I'm kinda busy right now." I lied as I sat alone in my car.

"Okay I'll make it quick. I was just wondering if you wanted to go out tonight?"