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

Month #6

Pregnancy Month #6:

It’s been three months.

Three months of not talking at all.

The only reason neither of them moved out of the house was because of their twins. But other than that, it was like they were two people who were forced to move in together.

All the love, all the care, all the happiness…gone.

Vanished.

The others tried to talk to them, but it was useless. Neither one wants to look at the other, let alone communicate.

But what they both can’t deny is that they miss each other like hell. She misses his morning kisses, hugs, whispers, loving words…

He misses her laugh, her care, her love, her kisses, her everything. But he couldn’t handle the future. Zayn took a decision to stand his ground. He took a decision to try to grow as far away as possible from her…maybe then when she does die, he won’t be affected as much?

But what was he kidding, he was going to be hit by a million bricks once she’s gone, no matter what the hell he tries to do now. So why not just enjoy the time left with each other? But both of them were too stubborn to realize that.

“Gracie, please let me go get Zayn. Please!” Eleanor begged her as she rubbed her back after watching her throw up for the 5th time that morning.

“N-No. He…He doesn’t even care. I don’t want his damn help.” She replied, trying her best to get up.

“You can barely stand! Look at yourself!”

“What’s all the commotion up here?” Louis asks as he walks up the stairs.

“She threw up again.” Eleanor told him.

A worried look washed over his face as he looked at Gracie. “Gracie…”

“Stop it. I don’t want your pity.”

“I wasn’t going to pity you! You just need to go to the hospital. They’ll give you vitamins and you’ll be better off there!”

“Why? So Zayn can have the house to himself??! So he can bring whores back home and fuck them?!” She blurted out.

Eleanor and Louis looked at her with wide eyes.

“W-What…What the hell did you…what the fuck did I just hear?!” Louis says, his hands balling up into fists.

“Just…Just forget it.” She says as she turns around to walk away.

Eleanor quickly grabs her hand, making her stop. “Is he really cheating on you?”

Gracie closed her eyes, trying to block the tears. “He’s coming home at four in the morning…his hair is always messed up…his clothes are always messed up. He reeks of alcohol almost every night.” She quietly said as she held onto the bed for support.

“B-But…that doesn’t mean he cheated on you…”

She let out a sob as her grip on the bed got tighter. “He had a damn hickey the other week!”

Her sobs filled the silent room as Louis and Eleanor took in what they just heard. But it was all in a flash of a second when all of a sudden things were flying around the room and slamming into the wall.

As tired and in pain she was, she was full of anger and sadness to the point where she had to take it out on something.

Grabbing their wedding picture, she screamed and threw it against the wall, the frame breaking into pieces. “He couldn’t wait until I fucking died! I’m already fucking dead! He’s killing me! He’s the one killing me!”