Past:

"Zayn where the hell are you? It's 10:30 at night for God's sake!" Zayn pulls the phone away from his ears when he hears Elina's screeching voice over the phone. His head is already hurting, her bitchy voice is the last thing he needs now.

"Stop screaming in my ear." Zayn spits angrily as he takes the last sip from whiskey. He gestures the bar tender to refill his glass. "And don't try to be my mother, alright? I am 26 not 16."

"Jesus, I was just asking. Sorry for caring unlike your whore of a husband." Elina spits back.

"SHUT UP!" The hazel eyed man yells angrily making the other people in the bar look at him. He ignores them and takes a sip from his now refilled glass. "What the hell did you call for?"

"I am moving out of this apartment of yours. I can't stay here. Fuck! It reeks of alcohol." Elina says in disgust.

"Funny how you have been living in this alcohol reeking apartment of mine for months because your boyfriend kicked you out." Zayn spits at her.

"You know what? Fuck you Zayn! You have been acting like since you came back from the hospital. What? Have you finally realized that, that baby isn't yours? That the bitch of a baby doesn't even look like you? Huh? Finally realized that my words were true? That you are not a husband material?"

Zayn grips grips the glass tight and close his eyes in order to calm him. He doesn't want to create a scene, especially now with alcohol in his system.

"Fuck You!" With that Zayn hangs up the call.

He has been drinking non stop since the day he first seen the baby. Well not really, because he didn't even glance at the baby. He was scared. Scared that he would look at the baby and found out the baby isn't his. So he kept his face blank all the time. He didn't even smile when his mother asked for a family of him, Harry and Aleeza.

Aleeza Serena Styles-Malik, a name that Harry chose for the baby. Zayn remembers Harry asking him if he wants to name the baby but Zayn clearly denied it, saying "I don't care." in a nonchalant voice. Harry didn't push the matter further. He remembers how his hurt fluttered when Harry named the baby Aleeza, knowing very well that Zayn wanted to name his first daughter that. But he also remembers how Harry made Shawn Aleeza's godfathers and asked him to decide the middle name for the baby. He never hated Shawn more.

Frustrated, Zayn finishes the last drop of his drink and slams some money on the counter before walking out of the bar. Drunk, he calls for a cab and waits outside the bar for it as patiently as he can.

He feels frustrated.

Harry wouldn't cheat on him, would he?

But why wouldn't he? Shawn is everything that he isn't. Sweet, caring and a husband material. And from what Zayn could see, he's a father material as well.

Maybe that's why as soon he moved out of the apartment, Shawn moved in the next door? Maybe they were waiting for the right time?

And maybe, just maybe Harry did cheat on him and the baby isn't even his.

So it doesn't surprise him when in the next 25 minutes, Zayn finds himself at Harry's doorstep.

"You bitch, you lied me about this baby being mine, didn't you?" Zayn glares at Harry who's looking at him with a horrifies expression. The baby in his arms.

"Za-Zayn you're drunk. Go home." Harry stutters in fear.

"Why? So you'll get another chance lying to me?" Zayn says through gritted teeth.

"For God's sake, Zayn, leave Harry. You're hurting him. Don't forget Aleeza is in arms." Shawn appears from behind Harry with a spatula in his hand, an indicator that he was in the kitchen.

"Oh look, who's here. The baby daddy. What are yoi doing here Shawn? Gonna fuck him again so that he could live off of my money?" Zayn spits at both of them before looking down at the baby in Harry's arms.

In his sober mind, Zayn would never yell in front of a baby, but right now, he's too drunk to think.

"Zayn, please stop. You're scaring Aleeza." Harry says in a broken voice while craddling a whimpering Aleeza close to his chest.

"Oh so now you're worried about this Shawn's baby? Wow." The hazel eyed boy stumbles a bit and clap his hands sarcastically.

"Zayn you are out of your mind. How could you say you are not Aleeza's father? You fucking know I have never slept with any other boy except you." Harry's voice rises a bit and Zayn has never hated himself more now that Harry is crying because of him.

But now that he has started, Zayn can't stop himself from spitting out the accuses. He can't stop his drunken self even though his sober mind is pleading him to stop.

"Oh shut up! I know guys like you. Wanting money in sake of a baby and marriage." The hazel eyed man spits in anger while coming closer to Harry so that he can tower over him.

"I NEVER WANTED YOUR MONEY! YOU YOURSELF INSISTED TO GIVE THE MONEY FOR YOUR DAUGHTER." Harry yells. Zayn goes to say something but stops when Shawn push him away from Harry. He glares at the Canadian lad.

"Zayn, go home. Or else, I'll call the security." Shawn warns.

"SHUT UP!" Zayn hears himself yell and shoves Shawn away roughly, making him fall on the ground. Ignoring him, Zayn launch forward and grips Harry's shoulder tightly.

"YOU ARE A LYING BASTARD. A CHEATER. I HATE THE DAY I BEFRIENDED YOU HARRY EDWARD STYLES. YOU KNOW THE ONE THING IN THE WORLD I HATE THE MOST, IS BEING LIED TO AND YOU EXACTLY DID THE SAME. YOU LIED TO ME. YOU CHEATER." Harry winces at the tight hold Zayn has on him but doesn't say anything else.

"FUCK YOU!" That's the last thing Zayn says before pushing Harry on the floor.

Zayn's eyes widen when the painful cries of thw baby fills the apartment. It takes a concerned yell of "Harry!" From Shawn and the sound of Harry wincing in pain, for Zayn to look what he has done. His eyes widen and guilt washes over him as he looks down only to find Harry shushing a crying Aleeza, the green eyed lad crying himself as well.

Zayn wants to say sorry but he's too drunk and ashamed to think of it.

So he does the best thing he could do at that moment.

He leaves.

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Present:

"Hey, Zayn. Any news of Harry?" Louis asks in concern over the phone.

"No, Lou." Zayn sighs. "He didn't come at work today. It was his offday."

"Don't tell me you didn't ask them for his address."

"Yes Lou, I asked them for it. But they didn't give me his address saying that they don't give out personal information, since it's official." Zayn groans into the pillow that was provided by the hotel he is staying in.

"Duh! Tell them you are his husband."

"Do you think I didn't tell them?" Zayn says in an annoyed voice. "They asked me to show the evidence of our marriage but I didn't have one. Harry took our marriage certificate with him."

"Shit." Louis curses.

"Indeed." Zayn nods.

It is silent for a moment. None of the lads know what to say before an idea strikes in Louis' mind.

"Hey Zayn?" Louis asks hopefully. Zayn raises an eyebrow at Louis' voice. "Do you-Do you remember Harry anything saying about Cheshire when you guys were young? I mean, it hit me some minutes ago that he did say something about Cheshire in the University days but I don't remember what. Do you think he said something to you as well?"

"Wait. Lemme think." Zayn closes his eyes in concentration and tries to remember. He pleads his brain to remember something. Something, anything. And then it drawls to him.

"SHIT LOU!" Zayn sits on the bed in shock. "WHY THE FUCK I DIDN'T THINK ABOUT UT BEFORE?" Zayn yells happily, not caring if someone in the other room hears him. He quickly gets out from the bed and strips down his night clothes before searching for a pair of jeans and t-shirt. The phone is stuck between his shoulder and ear while putting on the jeans.

"Zayn, do you-"

"Fuck yes, Lou. I think, I know where Haz is."

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My evil self 😈: I missed you guys.

My good self 😇: Please, they missed me not you.

Evil self 😈: Fuck you.

Good self 😇: Your mind is so dirty. Go and drown in a pool of holy water.

Evil self 😈: You make no sense, but whateva!

Sorry for the little rant 😂

I love/loce you all. xxx