Lia's POV

Watching Kian sleep was probably one of the most comforting thing I could think at the moment. He looked so peaceful, like an angel. I wanted life to feel this way all the time, but for some reason I had ruined it all.

I just hoped I hadn't ruined Kian's life doing so.

The doorbell rang down stairs causing me to immediately run down there hoping it was Harry. I needed him to hear me out. I needed his forgiveness. Not because I wanted him back. But because he was the father of my son.

But as I opened the door, I realized it wasn't him.

" what are you doing here?" I hushed, rushing him into my home before any neighbors could see him.

" I needed to see you" he said.

" you can't come around like this, Zayn" I whispered closing the door behind me.

But when I looked over at him, I noticed that he looked a little distraught. He had dark circles under his eyes. His eyes were red. It was strange seeing him like this.

Zayn took a step closer to me, making me forget about the outside world and making me focus on us, on him. His lips gently touched mine and I melted into him. But then Kian came to mind. What if he woke up? What if he saw us kissing? That would confuse him even more than he already was.

" stop" I whispered as I pulled away from him.

" when are we going to stop sneaking around? Harry already knows" Zayn said.

" he doesn't know everything" I shook my head.

It was true. Harry didn't know everything. The only he knew was what he saw. The night Harry came home and saw me and Zayn having sex, was probably the worst night of my life. 

'

" you've got to be fucking kidding me?!"  was the first thing I heard when I realized that Harry had just walked in on us.

Immediately I pushed Zayn off of me and covered myself up with my bed sheets. My scared eyes looked over at the furious Harry. 

" Harry, this is-" I started to say but he quickly interrupted. 

" don't you dare tell me this isn't what I think! It's pretty clear with this asshole putting his pants back on" Harry pointed out to Zayn.

" I'm so sorry, dude" Zayn tried saying but Harry wasn't having any of it.

As Zayn started walking towards Harry for some reason, Harry took the chance and took a swing at Zayn successfully punching him in the face. Zayn held onto his own jaw and looked back at Harry who was fuming.

" get the hell out of my house!" Harry yelled.

But Zayn just stood there. He looked back with a worried expression. I knew what he was thinking. He was worried that Harry was going to do something stupid with he left. Honestly, I was scared too. I had never seen Harry this angry.

" fucking asshole" Harry yelled as he lounged forward at Zayn.

BOth of them brawling down on the floor punching the hell out of each other. That's when I started yelling and crying.

" stop!" I screamed.

I knew that if they continued, the cops would be called and then everything would be made public. This whole mess that I can my life would be out there for the world to see.

" please.." I begged as I continued to hold the white sheets over my naked body.

Harry threw one last punch before getting up on his feet again.

" get out" he said.

Zayn looked at me again. I nodded, in a way begging for him to leave. That's exactly what he did.

Harry waited until he heard the front door downstairs shut with Zayn leaving to look at me again. But he didn't say anything. He didn't yell at me. Instead he walked into the closet. A minute later he walked out with a suitcase in his hands.

" what are you doing?" I asked.

Harry didn't respond. He went to the dresser and started his throwing clothes into the suitcase.

" Harry" I said as I quickly put my clothes back on.

I jumped off the bed and stood next to him. He threw everything in the drawer into the bag only making me more sad in a way. 

" please talk to me" I begged as I put my hand on his shoulder.

Harry quickly shook my hand off.

"  you can go to hell" he said leaving me frozen as I stared at him, crying like I never had before.

Whether he put it into words or not, I knew that this was our end. After everything we had been through this was our end, this messy sad end. 

'

All the yelling and tears had gotten the best of me. That had been my opportunity to tell him the whole truth, but I chickened out. 

Truth was, Zayn was more than just a one night stand. Even though I had know Zayn years prior because of Harry, we had never really been good friends. Our friendship began when we had done a movie together a year ago. Zayn had started acting a while after the band split. He landed a movie where he co-starred with me.

Harry was touring for the album he had released. Harry was gone for a while. Kian would go to some of his shows, so when Harry took him to travel around the south, I was left alone in our home in LA. So Zayn kept me company. It was clear to everyone around us that we were in an unhappy marriage. A marriage that should have never happened. Then one night, Zayn came over with a bottle of wine and the rest was history. I started cheating on my husband with his ex-band mate. I never thought I was capable of doing that, but apparently I was. 

It wasn't about the sex. It was about the real conversations we had. I hadn't had a meaningful conversation like that with Harry since we first started dating. So when Zayn and I started talking, it felt really good. It felt good to be actually wanted by a man. It was clear to me that Harry didn't want me. He wanted Cailin and I was done competing with her.

When Harry came home from tour, both of us fell even more distant from each other. While Harry focused on his music, I focused on Zayn, with Kian in the middle of both of us.

I was scared to tell Harry the truth. I was scared that maybe Harry would hate me so much that he'd take Kian away from me.

" what do you want me to do?" Zayn asked.

" give me some time" I said hoping he could somehow understand.

" more?" he asked.

He was frustrated. I didn't blame him.

" I can't just be your secret, Lia. I don't want to be in love with a girl who's too ashamed of us to keeping doing this" Zayn said before kissing me on my forehead.