Troubled

Barbara's lovely house was even warmer now when Mike was with her. Her face looked happier and eyes brighter; especially when she looked at him and caressed her bump.

Zayn sat next to me on the sofa and looked everywhere but Barbara's belly. I had the urge to tell him that the belly wouldn't bite him if he looked at it.

"Do you wanna show Zayn the room?" Barbara asked and raised her eyebrows with a small smile on her full lips.

"Do you wanna see the baby's room?" I questioned Zayn who looked at me for a few seconds as if he was really lost.

"Uh, yeah, sure."

I grabbed his sturdy hand in mine and pulled him up the stairs, through the small hall and into the baby's room. It looked so warm, so clean and fresh. The walls were baby blue, of course, with a small, blue crib in the corner and lots of fluffy toys around. There were some white elements, too, with thin, white curtains and baby blue carpet.

It was so peaceful. And so quiet.

"It's so pretty," I whispered, even though the baby wasn't here. He wasn't even born.

"She decided to name him Franco?" Zayn spoke in a hushed tone which was a little bit louder than mine.

"Yeah. It's Mike's middle name."

Zayn nodded and stood by the window, looking through the curtains and down at the garden. I walked closer and wrapped my arms around his waist, pressing my cheek against his muscular back.

"I love you," I breathed, not knowing why the hell I had the urge to say that. I just wanted to repeat those three words all the time, because I meant it. I wanted him to know that he was loved.

"I love you, Angel," he nodded and placed his warm hands on top of mine on his stomach. I squeezed him harder, never wanting to let go.

"I was thinking, um, since Waliyha won't talk to me...do you want to talk to her? She's very lonely, you know..." He hesitated, tracing his fingertips across the back of my hand.

"I'd love to meet her." I kissed his back a few times and inhaled his cologne in my lungs. He felt so strong and warm against me, making me feel safe.

"Okay, let's go downstairs." Zayn spun around and held my hand in his as we left the room.
We walked down the stairs and I caught a glimpse of Barbara and Mike kissing, so I grabbed Zayn's arm and pulled him in the kitchen.

"What?" He frowned and looked at me as if I wasn't well.

"They're kissing," I hissed and squealed excitedly.

"Oh god..." he rolled his eyes and chuckled, pulling me into his arms and kissing me repeatedly. I giggled loudly and tried to push him away in case Barbara or Mike entered the kitchen. His arms were bulky and strong around my waist as he pulled me up and placed me on the counter. His waist was between my legs as he kissed me loudly, our mouths smacking together.

"Zayn," I breathed in between kisses, his huge palms sneaking under his sweater on my body, rough against my soft skin. He grabbed my breasts and squeezed possessively, kneading them together and groaning into my mouth.

"I want to fuck you in the kitchen one day. Hard and fast."

Whimpering against his lips, I wrapped my arms around his neck and pressed my breasts against his rock hard chest, moving my lips across his stubble and to his lips.

"Oh my god," Mike groaned behind us and I jumped away from Zayn, pushing him back to create some space between us. Mike stood in the doorway with his arm around Barbara's waist, both of them grinning at us. I looked at Zayn to find out that he was grinning, too.

"What, am I the only one who's embarrassed?" I hopped off the counter and tugged at the hem of Zayn's sweater.

"No need to be embarrassed, hun," Barbara winked and leaned into Mike.

"Oh yeah, we saw you two kissing so we walked in here." I crossed my arms on my chest and stared at them with a smug smirk on my face.

"So you decided to make out?" Mike wiggled his eyebrows and caused me to stop smirking.

"Enough. We're leaving now," Zayn chuckled and wrapped an arm around my neck.

"So soon?" Barbara pouted.

"Well, it's obvious you want to do something else," Zayn shrugged and caused me to gasp in embarrassment.

Mike and Barbara walked us to the door and waited until we got in the car and left. I really felt happy for them; they finally had peace. They deserved every amount of happiness. Especially the baby. I couldn't wait for little Franco to be born.

"Here we are," Zayn said after driving for about twenty minutes. I looked through the window to be met by a normal looking, white house.

"Let's go." Zayn parked the car and turned the engine off.

My feet hit the pavement and I looked around the neighborhood; it looked very warm with beautiful gardens and jade green grass. Zayn grabbed my hand and pulled me towards the house. He didn't bother knocking.

"Zayn!" Harry yelled and shut the door close behind us. A very good looking Harry walked from the kitchen and into the hall. He gave Zayn a hug and smiled at me warmly.

"How's she going?" Zayn breathed, a real glint of concern in his eyes.

Harry shook his head sadly, "Bad. She doesn't want to eat."

Sighing heavily, Zayn closed his eyes for a moment and opened them again. He pulled me further into the house and to the kitchen with Harry following us.
It looked very bright, just like every other part of the house. The elements were white with baby yellow designs.

I noticed a short girl sitting and staring down at her lap. Her dark brown hair was creating a curtain around her probably beautiful face.

"Waliyha," Zayn called softly but caused the girl to stiffen in the chair. Walking towards her, Zayn pulled a chair out and pushed me down to sit. The girl peered up at me.

"This is Angela. She's my girlfriend. She won't hurt you, I promise," Zayn explained.

"I love her, Baby sister. I really wanted you to meet her. And to talk to her. So yeah...I'll go."

My heart fluttered at his words and he kissed the top of my head before he walked out of the kitchen with Zayn, leaving me in silence with his sister.

I looked down at the table to see pancakes with blueberries.

"May I take some?" I asked shyly and she nodded, still looking down at her lap. I actually wasn't hungry at all, but I hoped it'd make her eat if I started first.

Taking a mouthful of pancakes, I moaned at the taste and rubbed my belly. "This is amazing. Like heaven. Wanna try?" I asked and she shook her head.

Sighing slowly, I stopped eating and looked at her. She didn't move.

"I need to tell you something, Waliyha. But before I start, can you please, please look at my face?"

I could see that she was frowning, but after a few seconds, she looked up at me and her eyes widened when she saw my scars.

"These scars," I pointed at my face, "and many more of them on my body are from Alejandro. He kidnapped me and beat me every day. Harder and harder. He wanted Zayn's life instead of mine. And Zayn...he was ready to die for me. He almost did."

The girl gulped and looked down at the table, listening to me.

"I know that the scars will heal soon, but I'll never forget him. And I'll never be able to thank Zayn enough for deciding to give his life for mine."

"Waliyha, I know you don't want to hear this, I know it's hard. You don't know Zayn. You don't know me. But Alejandro's father kidnapped you when you were a little girl. He took you away from Zayn and your family. And Zayn saved you from them. Trust me, he did."

"A-Alejandro loves me. He took care of me," she mumbled and looked at me with her big eyes that reminded me so much of Zayn's.

"You don't have any idea how happy I am that he didn't do anything to you. But you need to know that Zayn isn't a monster. He loves me. He was ready to die for me."

Waliyha gulped and the tears flew down her cheeks. I grabbed her hands in mine and squeezed reassuringly. She wiped the tears away with the back of her hand.

"I...he's scary..."

"I know he is. He used to scare the hell out of me when we met in high school. But we love each other now. Just give him a chance. Everyone deserves one."

Nodding quickly, Waliyha moved her hands away and started eating. Smiling to myself, I returned to my plate and took another mouthful of delicious pancakes that only Harry Styles knew how to make.

Notes

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