"Stop" Zayn complained
"I wanna stay up all night until we see the sun" I sang jumping around
"Will you cut that out?" He said with annoyance
"Why Zaynie bear?" I asked "this is mah jam"
"Please stop" he begged "you're scarring our son"
"Hey J" I said bending down to his level "you wanna dance with mummy?"
He smiled and I took that as a yes. I took his hand and moved it up and down
"So put your hands up" I sang "cause its a stand up- wait you can't even stand yet"
"Can't stand you" Zayn muttered
"Don't be Squidward" I said throwing a cushion at him "Scrooge"
"Am not" he argued "am not a Scrooge"
"OK Ebenezer" I teaser "Zayn you're the most depressing person I know"
"I'm not depressing" he again argued
"Besides music and art" I started "are there anymore things you love?"
"Well there's you and our son" he said "and my family"
"I don't know whether to be happy or upset you just called your son, family, and I a thing" I said debating between the two
"Apples and oranges" he said "same difference"
"Apples and oranges are not the same thing" I started "and a person is not a thing, you're a thing"
"I thought you just said people are not things" he said
"Yeah well you're a monster" I said
"Aren't you overreacting?" He said and I scoffed
"No" I said "you're just u-underreacting? Yeah underreacting"
"So now we're quoting telly shows?" He said
"Oh my gosh Zayn" I said "move on, we've been done with this conversation for so long. Duh-ramah queen"
"I'm a boy" he said
"And I'm a girl" I said "are we stating the obvious or....?"
"You're something I haven't figured out yet" he said
"That's because I'm not a thing but a person" I said "maybe if you took that into account you wouldn't need to figure anything out"
I turned back to Jabir who made the face that signaled tears
"Don't cry" I said taking him into my arms "mummy's got you"
He was basically in hysterics
"What's wrong?" Zayn asked
"I'm not sure" I said "I don't think he likes it when we argue"
"Huh?" He said
"Think about it" I said "he just sat here watching us argue and then begins to cry. Either that or he wants attention"
"You think?" He questions
"On a level of normal to Whoretney" I said "how much attention does he want?"
"Whoretney" he said "wait- aren't you guys mates?"
"Yeah" I said "but that's how the attention scale works"
"Such a loyal friend" he said with sarcasm dripped from his words
"Oh I know I am" I said "now...hold him"
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Zayn Malik? But do I care?
Random(Cringe warning. I started this when I first began writing) I wanted to slap everyone in their faces. All they wanted to talk about was Zayn. "Do I look like I care about what he thinks?" "but he's Zayn Malik!" Robin says. She wasn't fond of him but...
