One Direction Preferences

You fight and leave with the kids - Zayn

You fight and leave with the kids - Zayn

Zayn:

Please can I just talk to her?" Zayn begged through the phone his voice portraying his obvious defeat, it being almost the 20th time he had made the request since you had left with your daughter a week ago. You sighed, looking down at your daughter who had asked not quite an hour ago where daddy was. "Fine Zayn but this doesn't change what happened," you said. "I know" he mumbled. You sighed again, thinking to yourself if there was something that could change what happened.

***

You and Zayn had been fighting a lot lately, mostly due to the fact that he was away so often. But the other day had been the last straw. Coming home from a long day at work, to find that the house was in shambles, Zayn obviously having done nothing to help clean up while you were gone and your daughter was grumpy and glassy eyed, letting you know that she hadn't been put down for her nap. "That's it Zayn" you had exclaimed in annoyance, "if you can't even help out and look after our daughter properly when you are home than what's the point" you fumed, voice becoming louder with every word. "I only just got home, I've been on tour for 3 months, my apologies for not wanting to clean up all the shit in this house" Zayn fumed back, his voice raising defensively. You froze, staring at Zayn in disbelief, "I'm not hanging around to listen to you making excuses and swearing in front of our daughter" you said, voice eerily calm, cutting off any response Zayn might have had. You quickly moved to pick up your daughter and then walked upstairs ignoring the unmoving Zayn as you gathered yours and your daughter's things into a bag before walking towards the front door.

You just cracked open the door, when a hand shot out to reclose it, Zayn blocking your exit. "Y/N," Zayn started, you quickly cutting him off. "Zayn it would be in your best interests to move and let me leave before you make this worse" you said in the same calm tone. "You can't just take Y/D/N, she's my daughter to" Zayn protested. "When you can show me that you can act like a father and care for her, we'll talk" you said still frighteningly calm as Zayn's face fell and his arm dropped back to his side, letting you and your daughter pass.

***

"Do you want to talk to daddy" you asked your daughter who was quick to reply with a squeal of excitement reaching out her chubby hands for the phone. You flicked on the speaker and handed the phone to your daughter. "Daddy" she squealed. "Hi baby girl" Zayn's rough voice rang through the room. "Daddy, me miss oooo" your daughter said and you heard Zayn's voice crack slightly when he replied, "I know baby, I miss you too." "Me see daddy soon?" she questions with a pouted bottom lip. "Hopefully baby girl, I'm sorry daddy wasn't a very good daddy so you need to stay with mummy for a little while" he tried to explain softly. "But daddy promises he's going to try to be better so you can come home and see me" he continued, "until then can you be a good girl for mummy and give her extra cuddles and kisses from daddy?" "Yep" she said with a puffed out chest, happy to be given a job. "Thank you baby girl, remember that daddy always loves you ok?" Zayn said, voice getting rough again, "Uhuh" she nodded, "luv oo too." You took the phone back from your daughter's outstretched hands, "bye Zayn...I'll ahhh.....I'll talk to you soon" you promised. "Thank you Y/N," Zayn said softly, taking hope from your promise "bye." When the phone call ended you were immediately caught in a hug from your daughter, her small arms wrapped around your neck and her lips planted a wet kiss on your cheek, "hug and kisses from daddy" she told you with a proud smile, "thanks baby" you told her, returning the hug with tears in your eyes.

You took some time to think after listening to the phone call between your daughter and husband. You still weren't happy with what Zayn had done, but you also knew that your daughter needed her father and no matter what happened you knew above everything Zayn really did love his daughter. That knowledge made your choice for you and you were quick to regather your things from around your friend's house, "come on baby, I think it's time that we go home" you told her.

Not long later you opened the front door to your house, your daughter wrapped in your arms, asleep from the car trip. You walked through the house, looking around to see that the house was spotless, nothing out of place. You walked up the stairs towards Y/D/N's room but were stopped by Zayn's familiar voice, "Y/N?" he asked unsure. "Yeh Zayn it's me" you replied, turning towards the bedroom doorway he had just appeared in. "Y/N" he now exclaimed, rushing forward to wrap the two of you in a tight hug. "Thank you for cleaning" you mumbled into his chest, "no it's nothing, I'm sorry I wasn't being a good father or husband, I promise I'll try to be better," he said almost desperately. "I know you will" you whispered, "how bout you put her to bed, and then we'll talk" you told him, passing your sleeping daughter into his sturdy arms. Zayn nodded taking her into his arms where she stirred, her eyes opening slightly. Zayn comforted her as he walked toward her room. You waited a moment before following, "missed oo daddy" your daughter mumbled tiredly. "I know baby, miss you too, but I'm going to be better now and show you how much I love you" he said, kissing her head, before singing softly to get her back to sleep, making you smile from your spot, leant against the doorframe.