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Chapter 12- The Last Time

(Liam's P.O.V)

Zayn and I had another fight.

Niall was crying in his room while Harry tried to comfort him. I wiped away the stray tears and stood up from the couch. I strolled over to Niall's room and the sight before my eyes was heartbreaking. Niall was sitting on the floor in the corner of the room, with his knees on his chest, wrapping it with his small arms. Harry was crouching next to him, muttering stuff in his ears. I didn't want Niall to hear our argument.I thought he was in Harry's room, playing. But Niall saw and heard it all. He heard all the screams Zayn and I were throwing at each other. By the time we realize Niall's presence, fat tears were already cascading down his chubby cheeks. When Zayn tried to get close to him, Niall literally screams and ran to his room. I was expecting Zayn to ran after him, but he didn't. But instead, he walks out the front door. Leaving Niall crying his heart out in his room.

Letting out a sigh, I approach the crying baby. When Harry saw his me, he immediately stood up and tackled my leg.

“Ni's sad,..” He muttered lowly.

“I know bub, lets cheer him up, hm?” I brushed away Harry's wild curly hair from his forehead and kiss it. “Then, we go pick up Louis,”

“Otay!”

I crouched down in front of Niall and slowly pried his hands away, causing Niall to jerk his head up, revealing his red blotchy face. Niall lets out another loud wail and cowered away from me. Like he was afraid of me.. At that moment, with everything that is happening between Zayn and I, seeing my son scared of me makes my heart ache so hard, like I've failed him and Zayn.

“Ni? Baby?” I choked, trying to swallow a lump in my throat.

“No! Want Lou! Want Lou!” Niall cried, shoving my hands away.

“Baby, I-I-Daddy's sorry...,”

“Want Lou,...” Niall continue sobbing.

“I'm really sorry baby. I'm sorry for screaming,..forgive me? Please?” Slowly, but surely, Niall moved towards me and he lets out a whimper and crashed his small body with mine. He wraps his small arms around my neck and placed his head on my chest, his crying subsiding.

“D-Daddy's sowwy?” He whimpered, using his sleeve to wipe the snot on his nose.

“I'm ver VERY sorry babe. And I promise you I won't do it again. Now lets go pick up your brother okay? Then we'll get some ice-cream and head over to Grandma and Grandpa’s house? Okay?”

And that is how you earn the a beautiful smile from Niall.

Beautiful, despite the red blotchy face from crying.

***

“What happened now?” Zayn's mother, Tricia, asked, placing a hot cup of tea on the small round beautifully carved table. Zayn's mother, is a very classy women for her age; she has an amazing sense of style, good taste in furniture, great cooking skill and a very wise woman/mother.

We are outside, watching Niall, Louis and Harry playing around the front lawn. I was staring at them lovingly, but each time I look at Niall, my thoughts drifted to Zayn and I would involuntarily flinch. Guess Tricia saw it.

“It's nothing,” I mumbled. I didn't want to whine to my mother in-law about her son. And it partially, what happened between us was my fault.

“Really now?” She narrowed her eyes.

“It's nothing,...Had a fight with-”

“Oh goodness gracious, what did he do now?” Tricia asks, exasperated.

“No! He didn't do anything. It's my fault I guess. I've been controlling over him since he passed out the other day. And I know he hated it. He's been working too hard and we rarely have time alone. I guess we've been fighting over stupid stuff,”

“Uh-hmm. Are you sure that's it?” Tricia asks, sipping her tea carefully.

“What do you mean?”

“Liam, since the day you've tied the knot, both of you never fought over anything. You've always been the one that brings out the best out of him. You've helped him with his anger issue, drinking problem, and even mend his relationship with us when Yasser already give up on him. Don't you think that he's hiding something from you? I still remember, when you both were seventeen, you would sneak into this house, into Zayn's-”

“Stop! Please stop!” I blushed at the memory “Please don't bring that up,”

“It was cute!” Tricia chuckles “And it was probably the sweetest thing ever at that time. Now are you sure Zayn isn't hiding anything from you?”

“I-I'm not sure. Now that you mentioned it,” I tried to remember anything suspicious these past few days, but nothing came up. Zayn is always good at hiding stuff. That's what makes it hard to approach him when I first met him. He was mysterious, dangerous and a complete shut off.

“You figured it out once, I'm sure you can do it again,” Tricia gave me a reassuring smile. Our conversation ended when Niall came running with a huge calico cat in his hands. He sat on my lap as he pat the cat lovingly, glancing up at me with a huge smile on his face.

Yeah, I've done it before, and I can do it over again.

***

(Zayn's P.O.V)

“Mate, I think you should stop. You need to go home. Liam would probably freaking out right now. Come on,” Ed was nagging at me for a good hour now. Even the loud booming sound in the bar couldn't drown his annoying voice. He's been telling me to go home to my 'loving' husband. Fuck him. Ed I mean. I already did that to my husband. And everybody else. And everything else. I'm one fucked-up person.

“Zayn? I think-”

“Damn it! I heard you the first time Ed,” I groan.

“You should really go home. Liam has been calling me over and over again,”

“Reallyyyyyyyy?” I slurred. “Which Liam?”

“You're drunk mate. Liam won't like that. Hell, he'll probably kill me,”

“Gooooood then. That'll shut you up,”

“Ha.Ha. Not funny. Now lets go,”

“M'not going anywhere. I want to drink my heart out. Get me another beer ginger-man!”

“Ughh. Okay. Uhmm what about the toy you bought? For Niall?” I looked around and saw the new purple teddy bear that I bought for him. For Niall. My Niall. I never seen him cry like that before. And it scares me. I was stupid to walk out the door, leaving him crying.

“Okay. Lets go,” I mumbled, trying hard to stand up properly.

“Finally,” Ed muttered under his breath.

***

Ed had to drive me home since I was too intoxicated to even open the car door. I had to left my car there but Ed promised to send someone to pick it up. I groggily made my way to the front door with the teddy bear in one hand. I knocked the door repeatedly and after a few minute, Louis opened the door, with a huge smile on his face.

“Papa!” He squealed and tackled my leg. Glad to know somebody miss me.

“Hey sport,....” I slurred.

“You smell funny Papa,” Louis giggled. “You need a shower,”

“Do I? Nahh,” I sniffed my underarm “I smell like roses,”

“No, you don't Papa,” Louis laughs.

“Louis, is that Papa?” Liam's soft sweet voice attracts my attention. He had Niall on his hips as the small boy ate a small banana, licking it like it was an ice-cream. When our eyes met, his eyes soften but when he stood in front of me, his facial expression changed. Niall, on the other hand, when he saw me, he quickly buries his face in the crook of Liam's neck. Whimpering slightly.

Niall wouldn't even look at me.

“Louis, would you mind taking Niall up to you bedroom. You guys can color before you go to sleep. Get Hazza too yeah?”

“Aye aye Daddy,” Louis salutes me and took Niall's hand the moment Liam puts him on the ground. When they were out of sight, Liam glared at me.

“You're drunk? AGAIN? Really Zayn?” He began.

“I can do whatever I like,” I shoved pass him and made my way to the stairs, in attempt to talk to my baby-Niall.

“No Zayn,” Liam grabbed my arm, turning me around “You cannot do whatever you like. You've been drinking a lot lately,..”

“So? Is there a problem?”

“You have-WE have kids now,” Liam kept on nagging “You can't be hanging around bars, getting drunk and getting into fights,....It's bad for them. You're setting a bad example for them,”

“Shut up okay? You're perfect. I get it. I'm a fucked up husband and a fucked-up father. Did I miss anything?” I seethed.

“No-”

“That is not what you're trying to say? Fuck you Liam,” At this point, Liam was boiling. I could see that his breathing was raged and his face was slightly red.

“Got nothing to say huh?” I shove him. “Fuck off. I need to see my sons,”

Before I could take two steps, Liam too me by the collar and pulled me back.

“You're not getting anywhere near our son while you're drunk.” He said, his voice filled with venom.

“Who the fuck are you to stop me from seeing our son?!” I yelled, shoving him harder.

“I'm their fucking father! And I act like one too,” Liam said sarcastically. I clenched my fist tightly. Trying hard to control my anger. “Not like some alcoholic teenager,”

And that was the last straw.

I charged at my so called 'husband' pinning him on the floor. I began punching him anywhere my fist could reach. I was seeing red to notice anything else around me. I didn't hear Liam's cries for me to stop, I couldn't even hear myself thinking, and I definitely didn't hear three small feet coming down the stairs.

“Papa stop! Stop!” I could hear the faint sound of Louis, screaming at me to stop. When I felt someone tugs my shirt, I turned around and, without thinking, I gave a hard shove to the small body.

It was like slow motion.

My hand came in contact with Louis' torso, sending his small body flying back.

Hitting the wall.

Hard.

When I was finally out of my trance,.....

Louis was already laying motionless on the floor.

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