Prince Charming // L.T (On Hold)

Chapter Thirteen

My mouth hangs open as I process the words Zayn just said. "Eleanor killed my son." What does he mean by that? "W-what are you talking about?" I ask.

He runs his fingers through his hair and lets out a frustrated sigh. "She was pregnant. She was one month pregnant and she didn't even bother to tell me. She told Ella after she had an abortion and Ella told me. I was so fucking pissed and frustrated she decided on her own what she did with my child. I told her we could of raised it together and she just laughed in my face. She told me she wasn't about to become a teen mom and mother a child of a drug dealer. I get that part but still I still had a choice in that decision."

"And the worst part Eleanor wasn't ever going to plan on telling me and that pissed me off even more. So I broke up with her and Ella took my side. So that was that." He takes his cigarettes and puts it out onto the ash tray. We hear light footsteps coming from the stair and we watch as Ella descends the stairs with a shirt that says 'Cool kids don't dance', grey sweats and she's drying off her hair with a white towel. "Well I got to go." She announces and begins to tie her shoe laces.

"Ella pick up that towel." Zayn tell her. She turns around for a brief moment and looks at the towel she left on the floor and turns to look at Zayn. Her lips tug upward into a smirk and she gives him the oh so lovely middle finger and leaves the house. "Fuck." I hear Zayn mutter. He stands up from the couch and goes to pick up the wet towel. "Sometimes I think, I'm that girls' father." He shakes his head and goes up the stairs. I'm left alone and I scan the living room with my eyes. There's a big flat screen tv mounted on the wall and there's a coffee table at the center of the room. There's no picture frames or any sorts of decorations whatsoever. The room is pretty bare but it looks very well kept together. I assume, considering what type of guy Zayn is, that this place would be a mess with plates or trash and drugs all over. I guess looks can be deceiving.

"She also left the bathroom a mess. She is worse than my three sisters combined." He huffs as he walks down the stairs.

"Y-you have sisters?" I blurt out. I didn't think he would have a family.

"Yeah." He replies. I feel my phone vibrate from my pocket and I pull it out and read the air drop message.

Eleanor; I'm sorry for the way I acted at the restaurant hope we can try again some time ;) xx

I let out a sigh as i finished reading the message. This girl is a piece of work. Another message comes through and its from my mum.

Mum; Where are you Lou? Please come home I got some news.

What news can she possibly have? I hope it's nothing bad. I glance at the time on my phone and I didn't realize it was already evening. I reply back both to my mum and Eleanor. "I should go it's getting late" I tell Zayn. I get from the couch and he does too. 

"Want a ride?" I nod my head. My house is pretty far from here it would take me forever to walk. I follow Zayn back into his garage and buckle up. I give him the directions to the house and inserts the address into his phone. The drive is quiet and the only sound there is, is the soft music playing from the radio.

After the thirty minute drive, Zayn finally reaches my house. He lets out a whistle as he admires the house. "You live here?" He questions.

"U-uh yeah." I step out of the car but not before I thank him for the ride. I watch him speed off and I walk up the drive way to my house. When I enter my house, I spot Lottie my mum and Nate sitting in the kitchen table. They all glance up to me and I give them a confused look. "Uh what's going on?" I ask.

"Please sit down." Nate instructs. He grabs a hold of my mums hands and I glance over to Lottie who is engrossed with her phone.

"Did someone die? IS nana okay? Oh god nana is sick isn't she?"