"Zayn Malik" I whisper in his ear "Zayn?"
"Yes?" He says rubbing the sleep out of his eye "this better be good, you keep waking me"
"I can't sleep knowing that little bitch- wannabe-Heaven of yours is dating Harry just to spite me"
"Do you just assume people have nothing to do all day but create ways to mess with you?"
"Nothing is more important than me"
"There was a point to waking me up right?"
"Wanna shag?"
"While I would normally jump to the opportunity, I am very tired and do not want to wake the children with your loud screams"
"Please" I roll my eyes "you're louder than me"
"Need I remind you who shouts 'oh Zayn'?"
"Would you prefer I shout something like 'Liam' or 'Harry'?"
"I'll kill them" he gives me a cold glare
"....because I said something you know I wouldn't do?" Wow! How possessive "Zayn, calm down"
"I am calm"
"You're not" I cup his cheeks "please calm down, you're scaring me Zayn"
"I'm sorry" he presses my head to his chest "I'm so sorry"
"I shouldn't have pushed you love"
"I know sometimes it may seem as if I have a bit of anger issues-"
"Sometimes? May? Seem as if? A bit?" I ask
"So maybe I do have anger issues"
"Maybe? Zayn you beat up Louis because he kept me from you" I remind "you broke his arm. Please don't feel like you have to prove that you love me. I know sometimes I can be a bit annoying with my constant accusations of you not loving me, but you need to understand something"
"What?"
"What if there was a girl that you've been fancying since you were age 13? What if she looked like the Gods personally sculpted her? What if you loved her so much and one day she's finally yours? And then you guys break up and are forced to get married? You're telling me you wouldn't feel even a little bit concerned?"
"I guess I can see where you're coming from"
"Good"
"Gods personally sculpted? Sometimes I wonder if there is such a thing as too much love"
"Shut up Zayn, you don't know my life"
"Says every privileged girl ever"
"I'm n...you know what? Go back to sleep Zen" I move away from him "you're such a sensitive jerk"
"Uhh...I mean I guess"
"I hope you fall down the stairs and on top of your thottish demon friend Bella"
"Babe" he gasps "oh my goodness"
"I know I'm harsh b-"
"No I'm surprised that you actually got her name right this time"
"She's ruining everything" I cry
"I know you're used to being the center of attention and all" he begins "but it's not always going to be about you all the time"
I begin to cry harder at his words. Yes, yes I will always be the center of attention and it will always be about me
"Jabir loves me" I say "I'll always be the most important girl in his life"
"He's your son Heaven" he reminds "plus, what about Jawwad?"
"You can be the most important guy in his life"
"Why can you be the most important girl in his life?"
"Yeah...um.....I'll .....save that conversation for another time" I clear my throat "hopefully that will be never"
"You're a confusing girl" he pulls me back into his chest "you know that innocent flower?"
"I'm not innocent"
"Denial is my friend" he says "he likes food"
"Was that a Niall and the Nile river pun?"
"Get it... cause his name sounds like Nile?...No? ...OK"
"Stop it"
"Why did the chicken cross the road?"
"To get to be other side?"
"No, he saw Naughtyboy heading towards him"
"Shut up" I give a giggle "you're such a dork"
"But I'm your dork" he pecks my nose "and you wuv me"
"No, I lobe you"
"Lobe? Tf?"
"If you guys are going to do creepy stuff can you at least quiet down?"
"Jabir?" I question
"Yes" he shouts back "you guys are waking the whole fricken neighbourhood with your lame puns and nauseating giggles"
"I'm gonna get him Zayn" I say through gritted teeth as I threw the duvet off of me
"Leave him be love" Zayn tugs me back "let it be"
"Let it be, let it be, let it be, oh let it be" I sing "whisper words of wisdom, let it be. John Lennon"
"Go back to bed J" he shouts "and no more swearing"
"Fine"
"You are such a little bitch" I say shaking my head "a good dad would've went in there and beat him"
"Well I'm not like that"
"So you're only like that when it involves me?"
"What can I say? You bring out my wild side"
"You're such a typical bad boy"
"I'm gonna go and sleep on the sofa" he says
"Why?"
"Well" he says as he gets up "since I'm a bad dad and all, I assumed you wouldn't want to share a bed with someone who's not a good dad"
I was as he would say, fucked
(Time skip)
I sat there watching him sip his tea. He would look at me critically and sip his tea. I felt as if he was saying 'but that's none of my business' in his head
"So? You gonna ignore me all day or...?"
"Mummy I'm home" I hear before I was attacked in a hug
"Hey baby"
"Hi daddy" he giggles while running over to Zayn
"Hey"
"Where's Jabir?" I ask
"He's coming"
"Hi, bye, school was great" Jabir says rushing by us
"What about the girls?" Zayn asks
"They were fine"
"Fine as in fine or fine as in fine?"
"Dad I have to go" he says before running upstairs
"Well he's certainly a chick magnet then"
"I call bullshit" I say "I know that kid inside and out and I know when he's lying and when something's wrong"
I rush after him
"Jabir?"
"What do you want mum?"
"I want you to open the door"
He opens the door. What happened?
"Who did this to you and why?"
"Just some kids" he shrugs me off "they did it because they think I'm gay"
"I'm telling your father"
"You can't tell him mum"
"Zay-"
"Please?"
"This isn't over J" I roll my eyes as I leave the room "you really expect me to go sit down and pretend nothing's wrong when I clearly see my baby with as black eye?"
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