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Chapter 9- Over The Edge And Falling Off

(Liam's P.O.V)

It's been almost a week Zayn had to work overtime at the station. He often misses his dinner with us, and most importantly, he often misses him and Niall's bathe time. And Niall wasn't very happy with it. I had to coax a grumpy Niall to bathe with Harry and Louis and luckily, Louis always managed to coax his little grumpy brother. Zayn would come home when it was nearly midnight, looking worn-out as ever, and leave early in the morning. This worries me a lot; I didn't want Zayn to push himself too hard, and I don't want him to be sick. No matter how much Zayn tried to assure me that he was fine, I knew that he was lying to make feel better. Hell, I don't even need to be a mind reader to know that. The pale complexion, bags under his eyes and the tiredness lacing his voice didn't go unnoticeable. Being a good husband, I would wait until he got home from work, and wake up earlier to make coffee for him and if he had time to spared, I would make breakfast for him. But I was still worried and the only way for me to stop worrying is Zayn taking a break. Niall, Harry and Louis missed him. I miss my husband. Niall missed bathing with him, Harry misses Zayn singing to him, and Louis missed Zayn helping him with his homework. I tried not to add anymore unneeded stress for Zayn. I knew that once he is done with this case, I'm sure or will make sure that he'll take a break. Even for a few days. I've never seen him so worked up on a case before, most probably it got something to do with his promotion.

I didn't have any classes today and the weather was absolutely wonderful today so I decided that it would be nice to take the kids to the park and have a small picnic there. It would help them especially Niall, to take their mind of their Papa. They were more than happy when I break the news to them. Louis was just happy that he didn't need to go to kindergarten. I was packing the picnic basket when my phone rang, I answered without looking at the caller ID.

“Hello?”

“Hey Li!” El's cherry voice spoke through the phone.

“Oh hey El! This is quite the surprise. Do you miss me or something?” I joked.

“No,... I bearly even remembered that you even existed, but I do miss the boys, how are they?”

“Ouch, touche El. The boys are fine, great actually. I'm taking them to the park today. Care to join us, love?”

“Tempting,....hmmm,” El pretended to think; she couldn't possibly reject an offer to see the boys. “Okay fine, if you insists, and since you begged,” El laughed at her own joke “Plus, I have that thing you want,”

“The boys' files?!” I asked excitedly. I've been asking El to find the boys case file, to know where did they come from and what happened to their real parents. I only knew a little bit about them like their birthday and stuff but nothing more than that. And since El worked at the social welfare department, I just thought she could help me digging into their history. I could not deny the fact that one day, when they grow up, the will ask the dreaded question and I will, as much as I hated it, have to tell them the truth.

“Yes, we'll talk about it later yeah?”

“Sure El, and thank you,”

“No problem Li, so, which park am I meeting you guys?”

“The Eden park, where they usually held the kite-flying competition,” I told her with a huge smile on my face.

“Got it, see you there Payne!” She laughs and hung up.

I finished packing all the necessary stuff and helped Niall, Harry and Louis get dress. I allowed to bring their favorite toy and Louis was completely above cloud nine when I told him that Aunt El is going to join us. Silly boy. They boys piled onto the back seat, leaving the shot gun empty. Oh how I wish Zayn could join us. I missed so much that it literally hurt thinking about his touch, his voice and the way he makes me feel with just being beside me. I shook away all the negative thoughts and start driving.

I was sitting beside El, just basking in the warmth of the sun, watching my sons play on the luscious green field, soft breeze blowing, and colorful kites decorated the sky with comforting blue and white background. Louis and Harry were playing football while Niall had lost his concentration on the ball when he saw a huge cupcake-shaped kite, staring at it hungrily. Things are perfect,...but it would be absolutely and perfectly perfect if Zayn is here, cuddling beside me, watching our sons play.

“So, wanna through those files,” I groaned internally. I'm having such a good day.

“Erm,...i don't think now is such a good time, plus, I would rather have Zayn with me since this involves his sons too,” Liam tried to give a good excuse, which was quite true; Zayn didn't know about this and he would rather not do something behind Zayn's back. He's not that kind of husband. Liam even considered that he' kind of like the girl in the relationship although that's pretty stupid to label in a gay relationship; it's like comparing with chopsticks, asking which one is the spoon and which one is the fork (That's what Ellen Degeneres said).

“You're not fooling anyone Liam,” El stated coolly, her eyes covered with a pair of Ray-Bans watching my sons playing with a soft smile on her lips, her chocolatey brown hair moved flawlessly as the winds blew it “Your eyes is basically screaming Zayn's name and I could basically smell the sexual frustration radiating from you,” I groaned loudly at her statement.

“All he does is work nowadays, and it's killing me and the boys,” I finally let out what has been bottling inside of me “And it's been nearly two weeks and a half since we had coitus,”

“Coitus? Really Liam?” El snickered at my vocab.

“There's kids here,” I chuckled. “I miss Zayn,”

My phone suddenly rang, pausing our conversation. I looked at the unknown number, thinking that I should probably just ignore it. Letting out a huge sigh, I pressed the 'Answer' button and place the phone on my ear.

“Hello, is this Mr. Liam Payne-Malik?” a female voice, all too formal, spoke through the phone.

“Uhh, yes?”

“This is Bradford Hospital. I'm calling on behalf of Mr. Zayn Payne-Malik? Your husband?”

“What's wrong with my husband?!”I half yelled. What's wrong with Zayn? Why is he in the hospital?

“He's in the emergency room right now receiving treatment. He lost conscious at work and he is assumed to have a minor heart attack,”

Tears were now freely rolling down my cheeks.

No!

(Zayn's P.O.V)

A thudding pain in my head was the first thing I felt after being drowned by the sudden darkness. Slowly but surely, I tried to open my heavy eyelids. I felt a pressure on my right ribs, like something is pressing on it. I had to adjust to the sudden blinding white lights. When I finally adjusted to the surrounding lights, which felt like hours, I finally realized I was in white and gray room, possibly a hospital. I remembered looking through one of the many files on the table of my office, while my other hand was holding the picture of my family. My family. God, I couldn't even express how much I miss them. Then, I felt like someone had spin the room faster and faster, and a clenching pain in my chest. I could feel blood trickling down from my nose before everything went black. I looked down and saw a mop of dirty blond hair and I could feel a small smile tugging on my lips. Niall. My beautiful son is hugging me from the side with his small hands grabbing onto my hospital scrubs tightly. I reached down with my right hand, since my left one was stuck with the I.V drip, and light run mi fingers through his soft blond hair.

“Zayn?” A hoarse, yet familiar voice calls out my name. I turned towards the source of the voice and met with the beautiful hazel eyes that was owned by the person I fell in love with. Liam had a sleeping Harry in his arms while his other arm was rubbing my left arm. He bent down a place multiple kisses on it.

“Thank goodness you're alright,” He croaked. I could see the worry in his teary eyes and his tear stained cheeks just makes my heart clenched. “Thank goodness-”

“Babe come here and kiss me,” I demanded. Liam practically jumped from his chair, with Harry still in his arms and crashed his lips with mine in a desperate rough kiss. I reluctantly pulled away after I felt Niall squirm beside me and I noticed that Liam is crying.

“Babe, why are you crying? I'm perfectly fine?”

“I'm sorry, I-I should’ve been a better husband. Y-You were sick and I didn't even noticed it,” Liam stuttered between sobs.

“Shhh, baby, I'm fine,...I was just tired s'all,” I explained to my sobbing husband. He shouldn’t blame himself, it's all on me.

“They didn't want to leave, and Niall wouldn't stop crying,” Liam looked at Niall “I tried everything, but he still would not stop crying,...until he fell asleep beside you. Are comfotable though? Do you need me to move him?”

“No babe, it's okay. Let him be,” I almost cried there and then. “Where's Lou?”

“Over there, Sleeping on El's lap,” Liam pointed behind him, where Lou is sleeping on El's lap, who is also sleeping.

“Pa-Papa?” A small baby voice called. I looked down and saw Niall was half awake. He rubbed his eyes with his fist and when he opened his eyes, they immediately began to get teary and his lips were quivering. Niall starts grabbing my scrubs harshly and climbed himself onto me. He wraps his small arms around my neck and burst out crying.

“Pa-pa! Ni-Niall misses Papa!” Niall cried in Zayn's shoulder “Why Papa no wake up?!”

“Shh baby,...I'm sorry. Don't cry. Are you my big boy?” Zayn tried to soothe him. Involuntarily, tears were rolling down Zayn's cheeks too. Niall didn't answer but just shook his head and kept crying in Zayn's shoulder as Zayn rubbed soothing circles on Niall's back. After what felt like 15 minutes, Niall finally calmed down and soon fell asleep. I kept biting my lips to prevent myself for crying. I hate seeing Niall crying because of me. I hate seeing any of them cry because of me. I feel like I've disappointed them, like I'm a failure....

“I'm sorry baby, I'm sorry I made you cry. I'm a bad Papa,” I whipered into his ears. Low enough just for him to hear.

“Are okay though Zayn? Please,..just please don't lie to me?” Liam pleaded.

“Liam,..I'm just tired s'all. I promise you it's nothing....probably I was just dehydrated or something. I had a lot of stress at work and I've been overdoing it a little,...”

“Just,...just don't do it anymore okay?” Liam said, finally calming down. “You scared the hell and heaven out off me,”

“Sure babe. Anything for my baby,” I leaned forward to kiss him and he met me half way. “Anything for my babies.......,” I mumbled against his soft pink tear stained lips. Gosh, I missed those plump soft sweet lips. I missed his mouth, his biceps, his toned chest, his perfectly sculptured abs,....

If I have the energy, I would totally have my way with him.

I assured Liam that I was completely fine but he kept pestering me about it. I was saved by El when he and Lou woke up. Louis tackled me in a huge and kissed my cheeks and and for head, like I would do to him if he had an 'ouchie' or a 'boo boo'. El was worried about me too, I could tell, but she remained silent, leaving the worrying job to Liam. To which I am gre

But,...am I really alright though?