ZAYN IN THE POLO BECAUSE IT REALLY F*CKS ME UP, OKAY? Fjgidosmfsdidk LIKE, DAMN.
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Charlie's POV
I didn't understand loneliness until the person who's been sleeping by my side every night, faithfully, for over two years now is suddenly not there. And to top it off, I'm in a place that I can't call home...that was supposed to be a relaxing vacation away from all this crap.
But no, wishful thinking. I throw on one of Zayn's black t-shirts after I brush my teeth and wash my face, now ready for bed after the excitement of today.
I walk back into the room, finding Marley and Liyana standing there, Marley holding onto her hand. I smile down at them; my babies have been so upset for a better part of the day. "Mummy, I thinked Li Li and me is gonna sleep in here wid you today. Because daddy is not here and I thinked he wants me to stay wid you and Li Li."
"And I think that sounds just perfect," I tell him, lifting the both of them and tossing them on the bed. They're left giggling as I climb in behind them, pulling the covers up to my chin. They both snuggle close to me, Marley stretched across the pillows and Li literally pressed right into my front.
"Do you need to use the potty before we go to sleep?" I ask them both, even though Liyana's in a pull-up. But who knows, maybe she'll surprise us one day and use the potty. I have been trying to show her what it's all about, but to no avail.
"No. I go'd before," Marley answers, yawning. "I'm sleepy. Night mummy. An-and do not be sad because daddy sayed he will be back."
I give him a kiss on his cheek. "Thank you, baby. And don't you be sad."
"I not. He not a bad man so dey not gonna keep him," he continues, as my hand runs through his dark locks.
"You're right about that," I tell tell him. I expect a reply, but am not surprised to find that both him and Li have drifted off when I look back down. I'm tired, but more so emotionally than anything.
I look at my engagement ring; I love Zayn so much that there's no doubt in my mind that I'd do anything for him. I've made a promise to stick by him and accept all of his baggage, and this time I'm fully prepared to do that. I don't feel as blindsided as I did last time, and I quite possibly want to take her down more than him.
I close my eyes; hopefully by the time tomorrow rolls around, he'll will be back and we can begin to figure out how to sort this mess.
Zayn's POV
I've been here for three fucking days and not just in a holding cell like last time. I had planned to be out of here the next day, you know, had hoped to post bail and what not, but they're really taking their sweet old time.
The good news is that they actually put me in a cell after the first night. The bad news is that I haven't been able to sleep because I'm still so fucking mad- well, that and because my cell mate keeps looking at me like I'm prime rib.
I smell because I have been wearing the same clothes. I mean, I've washed my body, but only the essential areas because I'm too on edge. I refuse to eat this shitty food, so I'm fucking starving. And while I've been using my daily phone call to contact Charlie, it's not enough just talking to her and my kids for five minutes out of the day. And not to mention, every day that I call her without having seen the judge gets her more and more upset and discouraged, and I hate seeing her like that.
But back to me being mad. I'm pissed at Genevieve...beyond pissed. I'm so God damned angry that I've got plans for her when I do get back to New York. She won't even fucking know what hit her. The nerve to call up the police and say that I kidnapped her kid. Does she know how much fucking trouble I'm going to get in?
