The Demons Inside. [ZM AU]

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[Patricia]

"Good morning Nikki, where's Harry?" I kissed the top of Nikki's hair after I walked into the kitchen the next morning, finally having a peaceful sleep. I had received news that Lucy was well and her operation was successful; the doctors managed to remove the lump before it spread to any other parts of her body. The hardest  thing for her to do was that she had to smaller her cleavage's size. One is now smaller then the other after the operation. I listened to my friend talk about how she remembered breastfeeding Sophia with her chest, and now those memories were gone. I listened and didn't comment because I had nothing to say. I can't say I know what it is like to be in her position, but I do remind her that everything is alright now. She is breathing, alive, and cancer free.

That was all last night and I slept with a smile on my face. I was expecting to see a loved up couple when I come down the stairs, reminding me of my Zayn and his beautiful Sophia. That wasn't there. It was only Nikki alone with makeup smeared cheeks. She had been crying.

"He-he hasn't come home since last night; I tried to st-stay up for him, b-but I couldn't. It-it got too late, I feel a-asleep. He-he's still not here! It-it's just like b-before! He's done it again!" Nikki sobbed in my arms hysterically. Before? What had he done again?

"What had he done before and again, love?" I cupped her cheeks in the palms of my hands eyeing her seriously. She is talking about my son; of course I am curious and worried. I always have been.

"He-he cheated on m-me! Clubs, girls, him, Z-zany saw him!" I dropped her cheeks and my hands fell to the sides in shock as I backed away from her. Was this true? Why would a son of mine do that to an innocent girl? One that he loved, and she loved him back? I don't ever see Zayn doing that to Sophia-he wouldn't live with himself if he did!

"Wow. I, I... um. He'll come back soon. He always does." I tell her the same thing I told myself for many years when we had been apart. One day Harry would come home. He would come into the arms of his mother, and would never leave me again.

***

"Mom?" I heard the grogginess in his tired morning voice. I glanced at the clock in front of me and face palmed myself mentally as it was eight am, and Zayn isn't used to waking up at this time on the weekends. I should've known better.

"Hey love, how are you?" I causally ask him, trying to hide my nervousness. It's my son I'm talking to; not the Queen. Why am I so nervous?

"Uh, tired? What's the matter mum, why did you call so early?" Zayn yawned and I could just picture him lying in bed with his eyes shut as he listened to my voice. It was like he was back in my womb... listening to me, never seeing me, sleeping peacefully.

"Oh. I'm sorry for waking you... um, I. I just wanted to ask you a few questions-"

"-go for it." I took a deep breath before doing as he said, I just went for it, not worrying about his reactions.

"How did you see Harry cheating on Nikki? Why didn't you tell Nikki? Why would Harry do such a thing What were you doing anyway, when you say him? Was it recently Had you-had you cheated on... Sophia before?" Oh, that last question is going to piss him off but it just had to be asked, for my concern.

I heard his breath hitch on the other line and I braced myself for the worst, "I was at the frat party which he was also at. I saw him in bed with a random chic. It wasn't a one off, it was several occasions with different girls. I didn't tell her because I hated her, she was always never on my good side, and because I promised him I wouldn't tell a soul. I don't know why he would, why would I?! I hate him more then I hate Nikki! Gosh. As I said before, I was in a frat party with the boys. I was looking for the bathroom when I stumbled on him. Obviously I was shocked because I always say him lovey dovey with Nikki, and now that. It was recently. It wasn't months ago, last year. Old news. And Mother? You don't want me to answer that without cursing you out, so I'm going to pretend that you didn't ask me that. I hope you know the answer anyway." and I do. He would never ever do that. Ever. EVER. Drugs, peer-pressure, it still wouldn't change that decision.