No, he's not jealous(Sequel to 'Is He Jealous?' A Zayn Malik Fanfic)

Suicide

I watched the camera's day and night, but nothing came up. Nothing out of the ordinary happened. Nothing. It was killing me inside knowing that the person could be in America with my children by now. Everyone was out looking, the police, friends, family, neighbours, the whole country. 

"Babe, go to bed!" Zayn said, stroking my back and kissing my head.

"I can't, what if something happens and I miss it!" I whined.

"Babe, we can watch it in the morning, go to bed now!" he instructed.

"Bu-" I began.

"NOW!" he yelled. I backed away and felt very annoyed and tired.

"I JUST WANT TO FIND MY CHILDREN! IS THAT TO MUCH TO ASK?!" I screamed at him and he argued back.

"BUT IT WON'T HELP IF YOUR UP EVERY DAY AND EVERY NIGHT STARING AT NOTHING IMPORTANT! THINK OF YOUR HEALTH!" he yelled.

"GUYS! Shouting and crying won't help find the kids!" Flynn said, walking into the room with Perrie.

"I thought you'd gone" Zayn hissed.

"ZAYN!" I said, annoyed. How dare he be so rude!

"I couldn't leave Jasmine!" Flynn shurgged.

"We're doing fine without YOUR help!" Zayn hissed.

"Yeah, you really look love dovey don't you? If you were a real husband, you would be comforting her, getting her things she needs, not yelling and throwing tantrums whenever it suits you!" Flynn muttered.

"WHY DIDN'T YOU JUST MARRY HER THEN?" Zayn yelled nastily.

"Because she loves YOU. Your such a prick sometimes!" Flynn hissed and I rolled my eyes.

"Flynn, go upstairs and check on mini Flynn!" I said sternly. He hugged me.

"I'm upstairs if you need anything okay?!" he smiled and I nodded firmly. When Flynn had gone, I let rip.

"WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK ZAYN? HE'S HELPING! MORE THAN CAN BE SAID FOR YOU! HOW DARE YOU INSULT HIM LIKE THAT! AND YES, IF YOU HADN'T HAVE BEEN THERE, I WOULD HAVE MARRIED HIM! STOP BEING SUCK A DICKHEAD AND GROW UP! THIS WORLD ISN'T ALL ABOUT YOU! FLYNN IS MY FRIEND, JUST LIKE YOU HAVE FRIENDS THAT ARE GIRLS. I'M NOT MARRIED TO HIM, YOUR MY HUSBAND!" I yelled, and he looked startled.

"Right, so you would have married him if I hadn't have been there! Thats pathetic. No, lets rephrase that, YOUR pathetic. I would have married Perrie if you hadn't have got in the way!" he hissed.

"GO AND MARRY HER THEN!" I yelled.

"MAYBE I WILL, YOU'LL GET THE DIVORCE PAPERS THROUGH THE POST!" he shouted and walked off.

"THEN I CAN MARRY SOMEONE WHO I REALLY LOVE!" I shouted, I never meant any of that. I'm such a bloody idiot sometimes. I sank to the floor and cried. I heard Flynn coming downstairs and he sat next to me.

"I'm not being nosy or anything, but I heard everything" he said sadly.

"Did you?" I said.

"Mmm, he really does love you, it's just a difficult time for all of us. Your bound to crack under pressure sooner or later! It's just a pity is happened this way!" he said sadly and hugged me tightly.

"He wants a divorce" I sniffed.

"No he doesn't, he's just upset, trust me, I'm a guy. I know these things. Don't tell anyone, but I'm getting feelings for Zoey....and Perrie" he said nervously.

"AW your growing up!" I teased, ruffling his hair.

"Get off, It's late, Me thinks I should go. Do you want me to take Flynn for the night?" he offered.

"Yeah, there may be a lot of crying and shouting tonight. I don't want him to hear any of it!" I smiled. He was about to walk upstairs when I grabbed his arm and hugged him.

"Thankyou, your my true best friend!" I whispered into his neck and he kissed my cheek before fetching my son and going home for the night. I sniffed and stayed up till 1:00AM. I couldn't stand it any longer. I called Zayn but he didn't pick up. I walked out of the house and tracked him down. I couldn't find him anywhere. I sighed and walked home. Maybe he was staying with one of the boys or something. I opened the front door and heard something upstairs. I walked slowly up to the bedroom door and burst in. He was in the middle of a heated sex session with some slutty blonde who was caked in make-up. Zayn looked very ashamed.

"How could you?" I whispered and ran downstairs. I stood in the kitchen and looked around. A knife. Yes thats all I need. I knife, or a tall building, or some pills or a car. I grabbed the knife and heard Zayn coming down the stairs. My life was over. Zayn hated me, my daughters were kidnapped and I had no life. Whats the point anymore? I ran to the front door but the knife slipped out of my hand. I saw Zayn chasing after me. No time to go back for it now. A car. I ran onto the edge of the road and saw a car coming. Yes, a car. A red car, perfect. I waited for it to come close enough, then I ran. I ran into the road. Goodbye world. I hate you Zayn Malik. I hate you.