"Well then" I say "I guess I'm gonna go now"
"Where?" He asks
"Where else?" I ask "where else would I go?"
"Our room, the kitchen, the bat-" I raised my hand to stop the stupidity
"I'm going to my brother" I said
"Which one?" He asks
"The one I always run away to" I say as I began to the stairs
"You're running again?" He says
"No" I say "I just really need my brother right now"
"I'll take you" he volunteers
"The point was to be with my brother" I remind
"You really think I'm gonna let my pregnant wife drive all the way from London to New Castle?" He says "I don't think so"
"As if I care what you think right?" I say
"Heaven?" He says grasping my arm "please just let me-"
"Figure me out?" I say "yeah, how about no?"
"Actually I was gonna say drive you" he says as I paled. Embarrassment crept to my cheeks
"Oh" I say "well I suppose"
I gestured Jabir over
"You wanna go see uncle Mark?" I ask and he nods
"Is daddy coming?" He asks and I nod
"Apparently" I mutter preparing myself for the awkward long journey
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"Knock knock" Jabir says as Zayn reaches to knock on the door. I roll my eyes and opened the door
"I see you both have a habit of leaving your door unlocked" he says
"Or...maybe he just checked his stalker app and saw I was coming" I say as I begin up the stairs
"Yeah because my suggestion was ridiculous" he says
"Shut up" I say getting quite angry by his constant need to point out horrid things about me. Then he wonders why I don't believe him when he thells me I'm beautiful or that he loves me
"Heaven?" Mark said as I went into his room. I laid by him and he pulled me into his arms "what's wrong?"
"Nothing" I lie "I just really missed you"
"Heaven" he says taking my face in his hands "I know you, and I know you didn't drive four hours just to tell me you missed me, so start speaking"
"I need you" I say "I need my brother back"
"He needs you too" he says
"But I need my brother back" I say in a hushed tone
"Yeah" he says "but your son and husband need you"
"He doesn't need me" I argue "he's Zayn Malik"
"What's that supposed to mean?" He asks with a raised brow
"Just look at him" I say "he's basically a god"
"Umm...OK?" He rolls his eyes "sorry but I don't see your husband that way"
"I bet you secretly do" I say
"I'm starting to see why people find you annoying" I gaped at him
"Well then" I say getting out of his grip "nice to know who's on my side when it counts"
"Heaven?" He calls as I began to the door
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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...
