A Mermaids Tail

Chapter 10

Zayn's POV

 The thing I most hate about going to sleep is waking up the next morning especially when a certain pregnant boy isn't besides me. He's sleeping pattern now is so irregular for absolutely no reason other than the fact his middle is expanding. Some days he'll sleep until noon others he's up at the crack of dawn pitter pattering away downstairs making breakfast. Today was one of the days where he'd wake up at the crack of dawn and most likely need a nap before two.

 "Zayn... ZAyN! Come on wake up!" Niall yells as he jostles me around dragging me out of my peaceful slumber. 'noooooo' I simply whine pulling the duvet over my head wanting to fall back into my pleasant dreams. "Sorry Zayn." I hear Louis say before the covers get ripped off me exposing my half naked body to the coldness of our room. 'WHAT THE HELL!' I grumble while Niall chucks one of my hoodies at my face. I pull it on as it provides warmth to my upper half, someone must have thrown it in the dryer before Niall threw it at me. "Lets go, Harrys probably been up for hours waiting for us." Liam says entering our room from the ensuite, I slowly flop out of bed before the four of us trudge our way downstairs. Walking into the kitchen we see a whole breakfast laid out for us with all different kinds of delicious food but no Harry. Just as I was about to shout out to him the sound of chilling wind caught our attention to look outside. Turning to the window we end up spotting our loving mate.

  He was wrapped up in a enormous fuzzy blanket only being able to see his head and hands while the rest of his body was swallowed whole. A mug of hot cocoa his most recent craving, rest ever so gently between his palms. His nose and cheeks were dusted a light pink from the cold but he looked extremely warm in the blanket causing our concerns for him catching something to decrease. He stared out to the lagoon with a small sad smile dancing on his lips. The four of us quietly open the sliding doors to the patio and silently wrapped him into a comforting hug. We sat in silence with only the occasional sniffle or soft sob escape his lips. Breaking my heart every time he does. We let him cry for as long as he needs while trying to provide as much comfort as we can. With none of us knowing the reasons for his tears we just try our best.

  Soon the sniffles came to a stop filling the patio with silence once again. "Love?" Liam asked gently causing his fixed gaze on the water to turn to Liam. Liam brushed away his tears while Louis places a kiss on his cheek to make him feel better. 'Do you want to talk about it?' I ask softly not wanting to pressure him into telling us something he doesn't want to. He nods his head and takes deep breathe looking towards the water once again. "Was just old memories of my Dad." he says somberly trying to put on a smile when deep down we know he's hurting. "Dad would have loved you four, but he wouldn't be afraid to knock some sense into you if he needed to. Ha one time we went to the park after school and a little boy threatened to steal one of my dolls. I was so upset I went to my Dad and he scared the little bully into giving it back." he chuckled at the memory. We sat and listen to his stories of his father never really hearing about the man in the portrait Louis took a picture of from the library. "Goddess he would've been the best grandfather to these boys, would've loved them to bits!" He rubs his belly over the blankets showing off the little mound that was his stomach. Curiosity must have gotten the better of Niall as he was the one to ask the question we were all wondering but to afraid to ask. "Hazza, what happened to him?" he asks softly while I just pull him further into my hold hoping he doesn't start to bawl from the question.

 He went stiff for a moment before he let out a shuddery breathe. "Umm.. He was killed by fishermen..." was all he was able to say before becoming to choked up to finish his thought. No more needed to be said as we just surround him in a tight hug while he sobs and sobs. It took him at least an hour to become fully calm as we sat there the whole time waiting for him to get up as we didn't want to move him in the state he's in. He slowly peels himself out of our grips before standing up with my aid, none of us want him to hurt himself so we always try to help him in and out of chairs. He places a salty kiss on my lips before cocooning himself further into the blanket while walking back into the house. His eyes were drooping as he entered the house with us quickly following behind him. He slowly lowers himself onto the couch before drifting into a peaceful sleep.

  We made sure he was out before going back into the kitchen to enjoy the breakfast he made us as many thoughts ran rapid through my mind. 'Ni? Did you know about Harry's Dad?' I ask unable to ignore the elephant in the room. "No, he talked about his family all the time. It must of happened while I was gone... I wish I was here for him when it happened." he plays with his food something he never does while beating himself up over the fact he wasn't there for Harry when he needed his friend. "Don't beat yourself up Ni. Its not your fault you weren't there then but you're here now, so help him get threw the grief again." Liam tells him.

  And he does exactly that

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