struggling with the hate | z.m b2

Chapter 40: She's back

Many weeks later...

Louis is resting on the floor. He has Zachary on his chest while I sat on the sofa, writing down an essay for my class.

I am back to being a student, taking my classes online again, so I can be at home and take care of Zach.

Zayn said he doesn't mind if I don't study, but I do. He deserves to be with someone who is a professional and not a laid back. However, I won't let him continue to pay everything. Moreover, I'm also doing this for me, I don't want to be the girl who made a hate account, and I want to be a girl who wants to complete her goals.

"Nervous about the wedding?"

"'course I am, I can't even concentrate on writing."

Everything is ready, the past weeks we dedicated our time for that. My wedding dress is also ready. I hope I haven't gained weight. It would be an embarrassment if I can't fit on it anymore. Perrie's mum made it - and I have to admit, she's an amazing designer. She's a bit of a bitch; she called me fat twice when she was measuring my waistline. I told her to shut the hell up and left the house with Zayn went after me. Days later, she apologised and decided to shut her mouth and make me a dress. I'm still mad at Zayn for bringing me to her.

Louis smiles at me kindly and he looks back at Zach. He pats his back softly and starts rubbing it, "Will I ever get married?" He asks softly.

I close the laptop, "You will. You're... you're amazing, Lou."

He chuckles, "I am, aren't I Moore? But it's so hard to find someone who can think the same without putting about all the things I've accomplished."

"You'll find someone, you'll see."

"Well then, while I'm single I will be with Liam at Funky Buddha."

I giggle and take a deep breath. I put the laptop in the coffee table and lay next to him on the floor. We look down to a sleeping Zachary who seems that loves Louis' chest.

"You will also be a great father." I sit up and look at him, "I do not want to know how naughty your son or daughter will be. I bet they'll be sassy as their father."

That made Louis laugh and wake the baby up. He opens his mouth wide like if he is scared because he made Zachary cry. "Such a cry baby like Zayn, eh?"

"I know right." I laugh, holding the baby now.

"Where is he anyway?"

We stand up and sit down on the sofa.

"I have no idea, he always disappear. That makes me anxious; I hate it when he just disappears without telling where he is going. What will happen if he disappears in our wedding day? I will kill him, Louis Tomlinson. I will murder him."

He would do that; it shouldn't be a surprise if he does.

"Oh yeah, right. Zayn would never do that, doesn't matter how nervous he will be. You two love each other that much to do that to each other, yeah? So calm the fuck down, you two have been waiting to marry each other since you were in high school."

"How'd you know that?"

"What?" He looks at me, "Zayn wouldn't stop talking about you. Especially, when you were keeping him in the friendzone. He was planning to marry you way before our trip to France, and that was long ago. He knew you loved him, you just didn't want to admit it or hurt him because of the..." Hate account. He trails off.

"Zayn talked about me? Even if we were best friends?"

Louis rolled his eyes, "That's what I just said, Moore."

"What other things he said?"

"Um," he looks to the ceiling, "that you wear boxers instead of panties."

"He what?" I scream. I stand up and put the baby in the cradle in front of the television. I cover my mouth, embarrassed. "That's so private and intimate! You see? I will murder him!"

"Hahahaha," He laughs and crinkle his eyes. "Do you still wear them?"

"No, I'm not boyish anymore, geez."

"I once told him to stop trying because you seemed like a lesbian. He said he would turn you back to straight with his 'ding dong'."

"OH MY GOD WHAT"

"Hey, Zayn was like nineteen!" He laughs.

"Oh my Goooooosh."

When I'm about to ask him more questions, the doorbell goes off, and I tell Louis to watch the baby while I take the door. When I open it, my eyes widen and look at the person's hands to see if she has a weapon.

"Hello Chelsea Moore," Emily greets warmly and gives me a smile. Right, she has changed. The last time she came and apologised, but I'm still aware that she might be a bit crazy. "How are you?"

"Hey." I just reply, "What are you doing here? Don't you live in America now?"

"I do, I'm back again for vacations." Same thing she said last time.

"How do you know I live here?"

"You're still scared of me?"

"You almost killed me."

"I know."

"Answer me."

"I do my research always, Chels. That hasn't change, what I want to know, I get to know it. Besides, I know you live here because your boyfriend is famous. His life isn't private."

"What do you want?"

"Heard that you two had a baby; also, saw it on the news so I came to see your son."

I nod unsure and gesture her inside. She bites her bottom lip and slowly spins around saying, "you have a beautiful home..."

"Thanks."

"Wow, wow, wow, what the fuck is this bitch doing here? Chelsea! Weren't she in the Mental Hospital or in jail?" Louis has the baby on his arms and his eyes are widen.

"She... she changed." I force a smile.

"Yeah, I'm so ashamed of that, God."

"What are you doing here? How can you trust her, Moore?"

"Louis..." I clench my teeth and give him a look as in 'shut up'.

Emily sighs, "You know... I should leave."

"No, no I'm sorry, uh..." I grab her hand and my stomach drops. The hand with the finger that almost pulled the trigger. "This is Zachary... my... son."

"Aw," she smiles, taking the baby from Louis' arms. He now stands next to me whispering, "What the fuck is wrong with you Moore?"

"Shh..."

"He looks so much like his father."

"Yeah."

"He's a newborn baby; he looks like a potato you can't see if he looks like Zayn or Chelsea, like what are you - what are you talking about?" Louis says.

Oh my God.

"Are you always this rude?" Emily asks him with a smirk. "I can be rude too. Come on. Test me."

"Women." He shakes his head.

"Alriiiiiiiiiiiiight, stop it. Emily, I appreciate you coming-"

"She really doesn't" Louis tells Emily.

"Louis!" I glare at him and continue talking to her, "I think you need to leave. I still can't forget what you did to me and to Zayn, I accepted your apology and all but I haven't forgotten so I can't have you close to me."

"I understand." She nods and stares at Zachary. She smiles and shakes her head, gesturing me to take the baby. "I am sorry for everything."

The door opens and we all turn to look at Zayn. "I'm home, ba-" He looks at the scene, and notices Emily. His mouth opens while he drops a rose he was holding.