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Divorce

Divorce

Zayn - you sat on the couch, bobbing up and down out of boredom, waiting for zayn to give back the final divorce papers. You had dropped off the paper he needed to sign two hours ago and he said he'd return them by 4, it was now 6:30 so you were a little anxious.

After another five minutes of waiting you heard the door bell go off and you sprung up from your seat and walked to the door, checking your reflection before opening it though. You wanted him to know what he'll be missing.

"I can't" he said abruptly as soon as you swung the door open.

"You can't what?" You replied

"I'm not signing it, no way" he said shoving it to your chest for you to hold.

"Why? You were the one that suggested this bloody divorce in the first place" you said angrily.

"But it's not what I want" he mumbled

"Hold on. You mean to tell me you put me through the hell of all of this, not to mention the hurt of knowing my husband wants a divorce and you suddenly tell me that you've changed your mind?!" You shouted

"I can't leave you" he stuttered with a tear threatening to fall down your cheek

"Well it's too late for that Malik these past weeks have given me time to think. Think about how much of an ass you are, how badly you've treated me, how little attention you've given me, and Paris! You don't know the littlest thing about your daughter" you screamed, now red in the face.

"I've been on tou-" he whispered

"No! Don't pull the tour card out on me! You don't know the first thing about Paris, not because you were touring, because you couldn't be bothered to show up! Her first day of nursery, you were out with the boys bowling. Her first ballet show, went out clubbing the day before so you were hungover. Her first school play, too busy with your mates. Hell, you probably missed her first steps because you were too busy on your phone." You seethed.

"Darling, don't ever say I don't know my own daughter" he replied with a sudden urge of power.

"What school does she go to" you boomed, putting him back in his place.

"Um- Saint- er, Geor-James-Sebastio-" he stuttered

"Saint Philips" you yelled at him, throwing the papers at his feet and slamming the door in his face. "And you had better of signed those forms by the end of the night" you said through the door before walking away.

Louis - Dylan walked passed your bedroom again, listening to the constant bickering that went on continues loop in your house.

In a sudden moment of strength he knocked on the door and stood back. The arguing stopped and the house went quiet. You walked slowly up to the door and opened it to reveal Dylan's shy smirk on the other side.

"Hey darling, you okay?" You smiled kissing your fourteen year olds forehead.

"No, mum. I've had it" he said meaningfully as he shook you off.

"With what dear?" You smiled, acting as if nothing had happened. Ever since Louis and you had started fighting, Dylan had been very protective of you. He said it was because he felt you needed a real man to look after you. He began to resent his father more and more as the fights went on, which was strange as he had always looked up to his dad and been a real daddy's boy.

"Ive had it with you and dads constant arguing, fighting, bickering whatever you want to call it. I've had it. I'm done" he shouted bursting into your room and confronting his father. "I'm not stupid, and I know that something's up" he said in his fathers face.