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

5

I shuffle in my bed, blinking my eyes for a few times until I can see clear. I turn my body to the side, and there's still no Liam in this bed. I start to panic and hurrily take my phone from the nightstand. No messages. No missed calls. Nothing. I look up at the clock on the wall, 9 am in the morning. I stretch myself before getting up and heading to the bathroom.

I run a warm shower since it is so cold today and I need to relax myself. I quickly step out from the bathroom and walking back my room. I pick white t-shirt and grey sweatpants for my outfit today. I sit at the egde of the bed and take my phone in my hand, hoping there was messages or missed calls from Liam. But I still got nothing.

Why would he left me like this? What's my fault? I just don't know what's in between me and him. I thought we're okay until he started to come home in a mess. Deep inside, I just want to find out but I know he'll just ignore my questions and change the topic anyway. I really don't know what to do because I have no idea, but I can't stand with him like this. I just want us back, life ever before.

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Liam's POV

I'm a mess, a mess of mistake. Why would I do this to myself? Drugs are not the right way out, but I'm into these thing. Deep inside, I regret it but the other side of me telling if it is okay. So I'm continueing my action, smoking weed and getting high. But suddenly my eyes are feel so heavy, my vision gets blur and I can still feeling my phone is ringing in my hand. I bring my phone up until my eyes level and by the look on my screen it's showing someone is calling, but I can't seem to get the words anymore so I ignore it and put my phone back to the table.

I groan as I feel my vision gets weirder than before, all I see is the whole room is spinning around and makes me feel dizzier and dizzier. Colors start to appearing everywhere, and I see my baby Zayn standing in front of me.

"Babe.." I even struggling to say a word.

Tears streaming down his face and he looks upset. My baby looks upset, and I can't even stand this look of him. His breath is unsteady, so I get up from my seat and approach him. I open my arms and hug him tightly but suddenly he's gone. I call out his name but he is nowhere near. I groan to myself and pulling my hair in my fist. I should go home, I have to. But I have no strength to get up and drive home. I curse at myself for being so such a fool.

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Zayn's POV

I lock my front door and hide the key under the doormat. I step away from my house and walk along the street. Secretly I'm hoping I'll meet Liam by the end of the street with him driving his car but I know we won't, or maybe will. I keep walking, taking every breath deeply because I rarely going out, ever since I lost my baby. Fear appears in my mind remembering me about the baby and my first ever pregnancy. Until now, it's still scary to think about getting pregnant again. Liam was always want a baby, a little family of us. But myself isn't ready to have a baby, again.

I even thought maybe Liam left because I don't want to be mated with him. Well, I love the feeling when we're doing that. But I'm not ready if he mates me. So probably, he is upset because of that mating thing.

I sigh deeply and keep walking, even though I have no direction. I just really want Liam to come back. And honestly, this silence is killing me. Why can't he just tell me where is he? And what is he doing? Why he keeps me in worry? Doesn't he even think about me right now?

My feet are getting heavier with each steps I took. My breath is a bit unsteady. I easily get tired and exhausted whenever I'm not okay. So I decide to stop my walk and take my phone out of my pocket. I unlock the screen, checking if there's a message or a missed call. It's still nothing there.

I'm so desperate and I just want Liam. I want him to make it all clear to me. If there's any problem, why can't he just tell me? I've been his husband for two years. We've spent the years together all this time and we're always close to each other and even if we were far, we are still connected.

When I'm about to put my phone back into my pocket there's a message saying,

From: Unknown
You're rarer than a can of dandelion and burdock.

I furrowed my eyebrows, this unknown number again. Who is this actually? I look around before I'm about to reply,

To: Unknown
Who are you?

My thumb is tapping on my screen because it doesn't let the screen goes off. I bite my lip, waiting for that person to reply. I can't keep my eyes off from the screen until there's a new message,

From: Unknown
When everything's made to be broken, I just want you to know who I am.

Shiver runs through all over me. Why this is so intimidating? I feel like I'm being stalked, like my every move is watched by someone unknown. But I don't know what she or he wants. Maybe that person has a crush on me? But who would it be? I am nowhere near perfection and I don't talk much. I have less friends and nobody's even care about me. I don't really like people and I just love to be on my own. Then who is it? Is it Liam? But it'd be so strange if it is him. Liam doesn't talk like that. But why is it start ever since Liam started?

I'm so confused, feeling insecure, and I just want to dig a deep hole and leave myself there to die. I lock my phone then shove it back into my pocket quickly. I put my head in my hands, groaning because it's all just too exhausting. It is depressing and I just want to take a break from life for a while but I can't.

So I continue my walk with my head in my hands, pulling my hair in my fist, looking down at the ground. I can feel hot tears falling down on my cheeks. My heart is crying, my mind is screaming. I can't ever win this war. I'm a loser and I know it well. I feel my chest is tightening and it is even hard to breathe, but I keep trying. My legs are getting tired but it keeps walking fast until I hit someone and stumble backwards and fall to my bum.

I yelp quietly and when I look up, my eyes meet those emerald green ones. He lets out his hand to help me getting up, but instead I scan his figure. He has long straight brown hair but curly at the end. He is as tall as Liam and he dressed in a nice suit. Every look of him is expensive, he is so attractive. I know this person, I know him so well but when I try to get the words out, he is glancing deeply at me. So I ended up stumbling with my own words,

"M-Mr. Styles?"