Drunk

 

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Zayn had no idea what time it was. The sun was shining bright but he could not see; the place was dark. Empty bottles of whiskey and vodka were scattered everywhere in the studio.

Zayn knew from the beginning that it wasn’t a good idea to help Louis, and now he was sure.

Harry's words still echoed in his head, ever since he left the mansion.

Zayn could not sleep; he still wondered why he cared so much about the words of a stranger.

"Thank god, I found you. I looked for you all over the place." Monica, the housekeeper, said to him.  Zayn covered his ears, his head hurt.  "Look at you, you need to take a shower." Monica was trying to get him up.

"Mon, do you think I'm arrogant?" Zayn asked, leaning his arm on Monica's shoulder.

"Why are you asking me that, Zayn?"

"Don’t answer me with another question, please. I need to know if you think I am arrogant." Zayn stopped in front of her, staggering on his legs.

"I don’t think you're arrogant. Monica kissed him on the cheeks and grabbed his arm again.

"Harry thinks I'm arrogant."

"Look, Zayn, I don’t know who Harry is, but maybe you gave him that impression. If you are really worried about what he thinks of you, maybe you should let him see the real you."

"I don’t care what he thinks." Zayn retorted.

"So then, maybe Harry's right."

      

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"I brought you some coffee. And, fix yourself, you have a visitor." Monica told him leaving the tray with coffee on the table.

"Who is it?" Zayn asked, Monica did not answer.

Zayn quickly fixed his clothes and hair while asking himself who his visitor could be. "Did he come back?" Zayn asked and replied to himself. "No."

Monica entered the room again with a concerned expression on her face.

"Are you okay? Mrs. Scott is here."

"Oh my God ." Zayn puts a hand on his head. "It’s today? Shit!"

"Go at once. The longer you take, the more she'll use it against you."

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In her early 50s, Lindsay Kennedy Scott was an elegant and beautiful lady. Alison had taken after her mother in beauty but not in character. Both were very different from each other.

Alison was a woman in love with her family, her friends, her life. Lindsay loved money and herself. Alison wondered for many years if Lindsay had ever loved Scott, her father.

"Oh my God, you look like crap." Lindsay told Zayn. 

"Thank you. So, have you met Emma yet?" Zayn asked sitting on the couch and trying his best to show sobriety.

"Not yet. I thought I'd better talk to you first." Lindsay said, running her fingers over the furniture in the living room. "This place is horrible, like you, Zayn" Lindsay blew the nonexistent dust off her fingers.

"Okay, Mrs. Scott, what do you want to talk to me about?" Zayn stood up, crossing his arms.

Zayn was afraid of the answers. In the two years, after Alison's death, all Lindsay wanted was to get the custody of his daughter. He hated his mother-in-law for that. He felt guilty for hating Alison's mother, but Lindsay was a horrible person and Emma was all he had.

"Well, you know, I haven’t given up on my granddaughter's custody. Last week, I consulted my lawyers and they think my chance for winning her custody is increasing." Lindsay came closer to Zayn with a wry smile on her lips. "I want to schedule a new hearing at the court."

"Why are you doing this to me, Ms. Scott?" Zayn asked her with silent tears in his eyes. "Two years ago, you made me miserable. I loved your daughter, and I still love her, Emma is the fruit of our love."

Lindsay looked him up and down and interrupted him, "Shut up." She yelled, "You killed my daughter. I hate you, asshole. You took Ali from me, now it's your turn to lose Emma."

"No judge can take Emma away from me." Zayn sat back on the couch, putting his hands on his head in frustration, trying hard not to cry. The thought of losing his daughter too plagued him. "No one will take her away from me."

"The right answer would be—any judge can take Emma out of your custody. You do not work, and the alcohol on your breath can be smelled from miles away. Lindsay said looking disgusted.

"Good morning, Mrs. Scott." Louis said as he entered the living room and took a seat. "Why are you crying, brother?" Louis rose from the couch, going to check on Zayn when he noticed the condition of his friend. "What did this old lady say to you?"

"Very funny." Lindsay said, but she was not laughing

Zayn gritted his teeth and walked towards his mother-in-law. Lindsay knew this time he was furious. She knew he was rude, but he was not violent.

"I do not need to work, I'm rich. All your arguments to take Emma for me are invalid."

"You're rich, but my lawyer is justifying your lack of work as a result of severe depression. How can a depressed, drunken man take care of a child?" Lindsay asked with a giggle.

"Zayn works with me. He's not working as an actor anymore but he's my partner." Louis said quickly without thinking.

"You always try to act smart, huh, boy?"

"I'm not trying, I am smart, Lindsay." Louis winked at her." Zayn has been working with me for a year now. I can give the papers to your lawyers if you want."

"You idiots!" Lindsay said furiously, hurrying towards the door. "I'll keep an eye on you, Zayn."

In the papers, Zayn really was Louis’ partner. With a serious expression, Louis told Zayn, "Lindsay's lawyers are going to keep an eye on you. I think you’d better get some sleep, fix yourself and start a new life. If you lose Emma, you're the one who will end up being lost forever."

Monica had already told Louis that Zayn had not slept last night. Louis had heard Zayn and Lindsay’s conversation, he hated her. Louis knew that all Zayn needed now was to get some rest.

"Go sleep, I'll come tomorrow."

"Louis?" Zayn called, seeing his friend leaving the house.

"Yes?"

"Do you think Harry and I can start over?"

"I don’t know." Louis said sincerely

"Okay. I just thought it might be a good way for me to start over from the scratch." Zayn acting coy was a new thing for Louis.

"If this is really important to you, I'll find a way." Louis smiled, which made Zayn smile too. Then he said goodbye to his best friend and left.

For the first time after Alison's death, Zayn felt that he had to break free from the ghosts of his past. He needed to start over and give his life a new meaning. He needed Harry, he just didn't know that.

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