Chapter 19

                                    

                                          
Zayn's POV 
                          
"Zayn, I'll miss you." Perrie told me as she wrapped her skinny arms around me as she stood outside of my car. I was just about to leave for my fake business trip that was actually just going to be me and Niall spending time together for five days straight in London. It had been four days without seeing the Irish boy and I was itching for his touch and to hear that voice of his. Unfortunately, with needing that came the sacrifices I had to make here at home. Last night Perrie kind of made me have going away sex with her and I didn't exactly enjoy that. I was just glad she told me she was back on the pill because she figured there would be no baby for us right now. All I know is that now I'm just excited to be leaving here to go to my Niall.
                          
I really had Louis to thank for this and Niall had Harry to thank for this. Louis said he was going to cover for me by saying I had to go check out some of the architectural designs of the area the new building was going to be built in. This helped because me and Perrie both work in the same place and I needed a more reasonable explanation than I was just going on a business trip. Somehow, Niall told me Harry was going to say him and my son were going on a short school trip. The only down side to his cover plan was Liam not knowing to cover. I was just hoping things could go smoothly and on this trip I could find myself enough so when I come back I can come clean.
                          
"I'll see you in a few days." I told my wife before kissing her cheek. She smiled at me as I got into my car then leaned down to kiss my lips. I pulled away from her faster than she expected, but I just wanted to get out of here. It was actually weird how I didn't feel like I'm cheating on her, but I felt like I'm cheating on Niall. The feelings I have towards him are so much stronger than anything for her.
                          
So as I drove off down the street, I felt like these chains were coming off me. I felt the a puppet who's strings were clipped off to finally be free of their master. I felt myself leave my life and lies behind to just be myself. Yet, I felt sort of lost because I didn't know who I was under the person I had been pretending to be. Somehow I did find myself parked outside Niall's house, but as I stepped out of my car I heard yelling inside the house and suddenly became aware of the fact Bobby's car was in the driveway.
                          
"You're fucking failing all your classes! Your not leaving this house until you get your act together!" I heard Bobby yell. I was having an internal battle with myself to go knock on the door to save my Niall from this. I guess my mind decided that what it needed because I was standing at the front door not even a minute later.
                          
"You don't fucking care! You never care so stop pretending!" Niall screamed back at his dad, but that caused a muffled smack to sound through the old wooden door. I banged on the door immediately because I knew what was going on in there and I didn't like it. The door swung open to a seething Bobby.
                          
"Zayn, what are you doing here?" He asked me, taking deep breaths. I looked past him into the small house and saw Niall sitting on the hard wood floors wiping tears off his face. He had a small duffle bag next to him that looked packed and ready to go.
                          
"I was here to pick up Niall. Liam couldn't come, so I did." I said slowly and awkwardly. He huffed and looked over at his son on the floor before looking back at me.
                          
"Niall won't be going anywhe-" Bobby was going to say something that I didn't have the time or patients to listen to. I was in a good mood and I was going to spend time with my favorite person in the world, this bad parent wasn't going to ruin this. Niall looked over at me, but all I saw was an angry red hand print on his face.
                          
"Slapping your son isn't being a parent. To get your son to respect you, you have to respect him first. You can't just come around and parent him when it's convenient for you because he won't listen to you or even care about what you have to say. I'm not trying to step on your territory here as a parent, but I think Niall needs to come with me." I finished, then pushed past the Irish man in front of me to help Niall off the floor. I got his bad for him before guiding him to the door.