Fuck ! I feel for you

Chapter 22

"Out of all the women in the world your ex lawyer turned out to be your boyfriend's mother," Harry laughed doing his pull ups, "what a small world."
It was the next morning when Harry and Liam were training in Liam's personal gym. Liam was skillfully throwing punches at the punching bag taking out all his aggression.

"I was so fucking nervous when I found out that she was his mom. Now just imagine if Trisha and Louis team up against me. I will lose Zayn forever," Liam said throwing punches at the punching bag, "that woman is much smarter than she looks like."

"Don't worry too much Liam. Just don't mess up. And tell him everything before anyone else does" Harry said.
"I will try. By the way I'm going to visit him today," Liam said taking off his gloves.
"I will come with you," Harry said taking a sip from his water bottle and Liam nodded.

Back in Tomlinson residence Louis has already left for work and Zayn was busy wrapping up the gifts he bought for everyone. He was cutely dressed in Iron man pajama and shirt with his dad's cardigan on which was way too big on him. The wrapping material were spread everywhere on his bed and he was sitting with his pillow pressed against the wall while some RnB song was playing softly. "Done!" He exclaimed proudly keeping the last box  aside. He looked at them and smiled but then suddenly he remembered something and his eyes widened.

"I'm so stupid," he mumbled to himself with a huff.
"Mom!!!!!"he shouted and his mother came in running with a knife in her hand.
"Jesus. Please don't kill me," Zayn mocked and Trisha narrowed her eyes,"put the knife down mom."
And then Trisha looked at her hand and put it down.
"What do you want boo," she asked walking in his room.
"Can you please help me clearing up this mess," Zayn asked. He can't move much since he sprained his ankle so he had no choice but to sit and order.

"Since you asked me so nicely I will help you," she smiled putting the knife on the table. She collected all the waste and threw it in the dustbin. To be honest she didn't got angry or annoyed when Zayn asked her to do his stuffs rather she felt happy about it. She really missed being with her son.
"Anything else," she asked straightening his blanket and Zayn nodded.
"Can you please pass me my canvas and paints and pencil set," he asked and went to bring everything he asked.

"Here you go love," she said placing it all infront of him," do you want something to eat?"
"Tea please," Zayn asked and she nodded.
"Be right back," with that she went downstairs.

Zayn unwrapped the plastic from the canvas and began sketching. Minuets later she came back with a tray and a book in her hand. She placed the tray on the bed sitting down comfortably infront of his son pouring the hot tea into two cups.
"Here you go ," she said and Zayn nodded still focusing on his work.
She then leaned back against the window and smiling just looking at her son.

After her husband passed away all she had was Zayn. She always tried to provide him with everything that he wanted. Spoiled him with everything he never wanted. But now she can't let her son have something what he wants because she knew it was only going to hurt him. She could be wrong. But she wanted the best for him.
Working for Liam was when she realised how ambitious he was. He never felt any emotion for anyone who he had slept with. And know that he loves her son was some hard to accept. But a player can still turn into a loyal lover. She hoped that Liam has changed because if not there was no way in the hell she was going to let him play with her delicate son.

"You look really lovely in your father's cardigan," she smiled.
Zayn looked up at her and smiled back before going back to sketching.
She then opened her book and resumed reading.

"Mom can I ask you a question," Zayn asked and she hummed.
"Why didn't you married another man," he asked and she looked up at him a little taken back by his question.
"From where did this question came into your mind," she asked frowning.
"Just a random thought. But now I really want to know," he said.
"Okay. Because your father and I never broke up nor did we divorced each other. The only thing that seperated us was his death. I still love him as much as I loved him when he was fine and alive. I didn't wanted to share my love that was for him with someone else. I still love him," she told him and he send her a small smile.