Fame ♥Z.N♥ ¤Complete¤

Chapter Six

Zayn stared at his phone, biting his cheek in deep thought. There was one person he missed more than everyone. His mother. Swallowing, he turned his phone on, his stomach seemed empty as he waited for it to go to his home screen, cringing as a picture of Perrie and him glowed dimly.

He quickly tapped his mother phone number, bringing the phone to his ear, listening to the dial tone, his foot began to shake in anticipation. "Zayn! Zayn my baby please tell me your okay." His mother screamed into the phone and Zayn smiled, he missed her voice.

"I'm fine Mum." He replied, the ache in his heart lifted.

"Thank god, my babies okay." She sighed with a smile though it ws short lived. "Zayn Malik do you have any idea how worried you'vge had me? Your sisters? What about the boys? Perrie!" Zayn frowned, but let his mother vent. She deserved that much. "Why? Why would you do this to us?"

"I'm sorry Mum, I just needed- I needed a break." He whispered, and Trish sighed. She could hear the pain in his voice.

"Where are you now?" She asked, rubbing her forehead. Zayn pursed his lips together and Trish asked again. His eyes glanced at the bathroom, he could hear Maria humming as she bathed. His eyes scanned the loft, different memories repying in his eyes. He didn't want to leave, he couldn't.

"I'm safe, I just need more time." He spoke quietly, Trish sighed but smiled nonetheless. Her son was safe, and happy. "Mum I think I messed up." Zayn stood up, his hand shaking.

"What's wrong dear?" She asked quickly, her smile faded.

Zayn began to mentally stutter, not knowing what to say or how to say it. His mouth open and closed before he just blurted, "I think I'm in love."

Trish's brows furrowed in confusion. "What?"

"I-I messed up, Mum I really messed up. Her name's Maria and she's beautiful and smart a-" Zayn lowered his voice. "I think I really love her."

"Oh lord, Z-"

"But what about Perrie, I know Mum, I love her- or loved. Mum I don't know!" He cried, covering his face with his free hand.

"Zayn!" Trish snapped and he fell quiet. Sighing, Trish frowned, playing with her fingers. "Perrie um, Perrie kinda had an affair." Zayn's hand dropped from his face,  Knowing her son, Trish continued. "Babe it's all over that Twitter thing, the paps are feeding into this, it was with that um- that uh, that Albie kid. She claims it was a drunken affair." Her tone was cynical and dark. "Drunk my ass..." the line went silent and Trish frowned. "Zayn? Zayn Malik you be-"

"Mum I love you." He spoke softly. "Don't tell anyone about this- this call." Trish frowned, but agreed. "Bye Mum." He said, ending the call. He sat back, eyes boring ahead before he slowly looked down at his phone, his fingers logged into his Twitter, immediately feasting upon the multiple pictures of Perrie and Albie.

How could she? Gone for 2 weeks and she disrespects him like that. The woman he was going to marry couldn't wait, did she even try? Does she even care? Zayn stood up, pacing in silence. Anger boiling up, the room felt hot and he needed to punch something, anything. Looking at the picture of Perrie on his phone he growled, and before he could comprehend what to do next, he threw it to the wall, shattering it before fleeing the loft.

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"And you say you're the best?" Louis raised his brow, eyeing the man who slumped in the computer chair in front of them. Liam beside him while Niall and Harry were finishing their meeting with Management. The trailer they stepped into made Louis cringe, he was messy but this was totally different. Clothes and food riddled the floor, a marijuana plant placed in the corner, and the smell was a combination of so many things, neither could identify it.