Our Love (Zayn Malik AU: Sequel to Our Story)

Drunk

It was a bitter night for her.

It was a bitter night for him.

She wasn’t able to sleep. Not even one minute of sleep as her eyes were glued to the front door, wishing for him to walk through it.

The whole night was spent with Gracie’s tears and sobs sounding throughout the house as she clutched her stomach.

“What am I going to do?! What the hell am I going to do?!” She said as she ran her hands through her hair.

But Zayn…Zayn was hammered. He had no clue what else to do but drink. Drink and drink.

Drink away his problems and try to forget.

But he knew…he was positive that it’s impossible to forget. He knew that not even a thousand drinks can make even one memory of her fade away. As much as he was mad, he couldn’t stop thinking about her.

As much as he thought he hated her at that moment, he was head over heels in love with her, like he always had been.

“Buddy, I think you’ve had enough.” The bartender told him.

“Who the fuck are you to tell me I’ve had enough?” Zayn spat.

“Oh yeah? How many fingers do I have up?” He challenged him as four fingers were held up.

But Zayn didn’t see four fingers. Even when squinting his eyes, he saw 12 fingers.

“What are you deformed or something? Have twelve fingers?”

The bartender chuckled at Zayn’s drunken state. He was about to talk when the phone screen lit up with Gracie’s picture for the 100th time? Honestly, the bartender lost count.

“Don’t you want to answer that?” He asked him.

“When she decides to lose the baby, I’ll fucking answer.”

Caleb, the bartender, bit his lip, decided whether to answer or not. But he saw the wedding ring on Zayn’s finger, so putting one and one together, he decided it’ll be best if he reassured the poor girl’s heart after a night which was probably filled with worry.

“Hello?” He spoke.

“Hey! That’s my fucking phone!” Zayn yelled, but not able to stand up.

“Zayn?”

“You must be Gracie.”

“U-Um…yes…who is this? Where’s Zayn? Is he okay?!”

“Whoa, Whoa, slow down.” Caleb chuckled. “Zayn, which I’m guessing is the drunk man in front of me is fine…well except for the fact that he’s hammered.”

“Please tell me where he is so I can come pick him up.”

“Yeah, he’s at the London Nights Bar.”

“Thank you so much.”

And with that, she hung up and ran out the door, wasting no time as she sped through the streets, rushing to get to her drunk husband.

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“Oh my god, Zayn…” She whispered as she saw him.

He was resting his head on the counter as Caleb was sitting next to him, keys in his hands so he can go home.

“Couldn’t just close up and leave him. You must be the wife.”

“Y-Yeah, I’m sorry. Thank you for staying with him.”