why'd you only call me when you're high? // ziam mpreg // (has to be edited)

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It's been a week since Liam got fired. A day after that, he said he's okay and planning to get a new job but also needs time for hmself to get ready. And finally today he decided to find that new job. He went out at seven this morning, he kissed my each cheeks then to my lips, to say goodbye and wish him luck.

Now it's 11.00 pm and he hasn't come home yet. I'm trying to call him but it says Liam's number is out of reach. I left voice mail, telling him to go home. I text him too, but no reply. I'm getting worrier by each hours passed. I wonder where is he now, and what is he doing now. Or maybe he already gets a job and have no time to tell me first? I don't know. But I hope he was okay.

Liam's POV

Already 5 shoots now and my vision gets blur. I feel my phone keeps ringing, begging me to check it and I do. I scroll up and down my messages, all from my Zayn. I should really go back home now but I feel like my knees are getting weak and I can't stand up steadily. I look around the club and all I see is Zayn, telling me to go home. I try to reach him multiple times but I fail, he keeps in distance from me. I groan to myself and decide to tap his number on my phone screen, then waiting for him to pick up. I don't even know why I call him but I just get on with it until I hear his voice, tired and worry.

"Where are you?"

I open my mouth, about to answer his question but I choose to close my mouth instead. I really don't know what to tell him where I am and I just can't think straight at time.

"Hello?"

I hear his voice croacked again. But I still can't help myself to answer anything. Zayn, if only you know what makes me this drunk, it's just all about you. I thought to myself. Yes, it's him who makes me like this.

Ever since I got fired, I'm scared if I can't make him happy again. If I can't make money for us again because I'm the backbone for me and him. I'm worrying of what will happen next if we don't gain enough money. Maybe we'll sell our house and move into a cheap flat, but I can't stand seeing him sad. I just want him to be happy because he has been through a lot of problem in his life. And I won't let anything hurt my baby Zayn.

"Liam, I miss you"

I hear him saying, I blink my eyes for a few times but I'm still seeing blur. Then he hungs up. Probably getting tired and sleepy. Oh wait, what time is it anyway. I check my watch, it reads 11.45pm. But I see the numbers are dancing, keep moving and even running out of my watch. I watch them swirling and dissapear to no where. I put my head on the bar table, groaning to myself because I have no strength to get up from the seat.

Zayn's POV

I snap my eyes open from the sound of loud bang on my front door downstairs. I rub my eyes then blink them, try to read the clock that hanging on the wall, 01.00 am. I mumble to myself wondering who would even visit rudely like that at this crazy time. I pull my blanket off of me, trying to get out from it. I put my feet down on the cold floor and shiver runs through my body. Jeez, September night. I get out from my room and jogging downstairs, once I reach the doorknob I hurrily unlock the door.

My husband stumbles into me, his steps are clumsy and he smells like alcohol. I gasp when he puts his weight on me, I try to hold him but his way too heavier than me. He then let himself go from myself and I take the chance to lock the door. Before I could turn around to face him, he's already have his strong arms wrapped tightly around me from behind. He's raining kisses on the back of my neck, I moan softly but try to get away from him because he smells really bad and I admit he is drunk anyway.

"Liam," I whine, hold his hands try to get them off of me.

He then drop himself to his knees, lift my pjama shirt up and kissing my spine. I love the feeling, but I don't like it when he's drunk. When I feel his grip is loosen up a bit, I turn my body around and he keeps kissing, now it's my lower stomach. He's about to pull my pants down but I hold his hands tightly.

"Stop," we're locking our eyes for three seconds before I continue, "please stop, you are drunk"

He nods at me, then pulling himself back on his feet. I order him to go to our room and clean himself up, so he obeys. I let out a heavy sigh, lean myself against the door. I'm quiet upset at him, he said he wants to find a new job today but what he has done is coming home late and even not so sober. I'm thinking deep over my thoughts, what makes him drunk like this. I really need to know so maybe I can fix his problem, but maybe later I will ask him.

I go upstairs, step into our room. Liam is already snoring in our bed, without cleaning up or even change his clothes. I close the door behind me, pulling up the cover for him and get myself in. I hug him from behind but can't wrap my hands around him properly since he's bigger than me. I snuggle to his back because I miss him way too much. I keep snuggling until I fall asleep in the same position.