He's my son (One Direction)

The mistake date

He knocked on my door at 6 p.m sharp. Daniel went with Belle so I could go out with him. She distracted Harry for me so he didn't call me all hours of the night. Zayn was wearing a black suit while I was wearing a sliver dress with ruffles all on it. It was strapless and knee length.

"Ready?" He held his hand out for me to take and I hesitated.

"I want you to know I'm only doing this for Daniel, not because I like you, because I honestly wish I could give you a black eye."

"Fine by me, I love my son enough to do this." Did he mean that he loved Daniel a lot which is why he was doing this? I don't know nor do I want to.

We went down the elevator and Zayn opened the car door for me. We arrived at a very fancy restaurant. The name was Gordon Ramsay, I heard it was a very fancy restaurant. We entered through the circular spinning glass door. There was at least 50 tables that spread out all around the room. We sat towards the middle section and Zayn pulled my chair out for me an pushed it as I sat down. He sat down and looked at the menu.

Everything on it was expensive. The waiter came to the table and poured us a cup of whine.

"Do you know what you want?" The male waiter asked. He looked like he was in his mid 20s and had nice blonde hair. He was kind of cute.

"Umm yeah, I'd like the lobster." I blushed at him, I couldn't help it. Zayn noticed and gave me a glare.

"Yeah I'd like the salmon but don't over cook it this time, thanks." He had a jealous tone of voice. When we were dating he was jealous of every single guy that looked at me I swear. He would kiss me in front of them just to let them know I was his.

"Can I have some water too please, I'm not much of a wine drinker." I didn't drink much since Daniel was born. I didn't have much time to do it. The waiter nodded and walked away.

"Figues." Zayn said under his breath.

"I'm sure you do a lot of drinking Zayn."

"What's that suppose to mean?" He raised his eye brown.

"Didn't you have quite the drinking problem?" I squinted my eyes and rested my head on my hand.

"No, I didn't have a drinking problem. Maybe Harry did, but I didnt."

"He doesn't have a drinking problem. You know the first step to recovery is admitting you have a problem."

"Then I don't have a problem because I'm not an alcoholic."

"Sure you aren't." The waiter came back with two plates and my glass of water. We both started eating our food not saying a word. I didn't have anything to discuss with him really. Everything I wanted to talk about would start a fight, like always.

"Am I doing okay, I mean with Nathaniel." He looked up at me and stopped eating. I was just about to put a piece of lobster meat in my mouth but dropped the fork down.

"You try your hardest, that's all that matters right?" I didn't want to tell him he was doing a crappy job, that was one of the things I didn't want to to say because I didn't want to hurt him. Not like that at least.

"Harry's better at being a dad than I am isn't he?" He started drinking his glass of whine and he drank it all in one gulp.

"Can we talk about something else?" He poured himself another cup of whine. I could tell the more we talked about this the more he didn't want to talk about anything else.

"Answer the question and we will."

"I don't want to Zayn."

"Why because its true?"