17: NIALL'S POV "Another." I said to the bartender. I slammed the empty glass on the counter in front of me, this was my seventh shot. I needed this out of my head, the only way I can fog up what's happening in my life is to drink it away. My phone wouldn't stop going off, Tessa was yelling at me through text, pissed off that I've asked for tests to be done. I groaned whenever I heard Braelynn yell, she was having fun with the wrong guy. Harry's hands were all over my wife and it made me want to throw up on him. This was fucking crazy, a goddamn mess. "Do something." I looked across the bar table and seen Zayn sitting there, a glass in between his fingers. "You fucked up, do something. Or he will." He blantly stated. I cocked an eyebrow at him. "What am I suppose to do? She hates me." I sighed in frustration. "She has every reason to hate you, mate." He didn't even look at me while he spoke, eyes glued to the TV in front of us. He sipped his drink, setting it down as it burnt his throat, making a sour face at it. "She put her trust into her husband while he went on tour, and he failed the test." He shrugged. "I didn't do anything though?" I sighed. I shook my head. "I kissed her, but that's it. Well, she kissed me." I corrected. "And you didn't stop it." He added, nodding his head. I bowed my head between my arms that leaned against the bar table. "Well, did you like kissing her?" He asked. I couldn't tell if he was looking at me or not by this time, because my head fell down even more. "I don't know." I seethed, the words burning my tongue as they came out. The music was loud, almost too loud, but I could still point of Braelynn's laugh out of everyone's voices. It was a smooth, yet raspy laugh. And when she really got laughing, you could hear her almost hiccup into it, always made me smile. I turned my head to look at her, Louis and Harry were dancing with her. Spinning her and holding her while they dipped her down, her head hanging back in laughter at the fun she was having. I almost forgot how heart broken she was. "I know I'm not suppose to, but I did." "Because you haven't touched a women in so long?" He read my mind and I nodded. "I know what you're saying." He whispered. "What do I do?" I pleaded. "It was different with Perrie." He downed the rest of his drink. "Then again, Braelynn is very different from Perrie." "How do you mean?" I asked, turning myself around to look at him, he did the same thing. "Braelynn is a tiger, not only is she smart-mouthed. She's a mother, making her a mama bear. Mothers will do anything to protect their children from getting hurt. Braelynn was already a strong-willed person, very determinded and knows how to sting you with her words. She doesn't care who sees, because when it comes to watching her kids go through the same thing she is, because she knows how it feels, she will destory everything and anything in her path. Including the person that did it." He nodded with a smirk at me. "How is that any different from Perrie? Is she not like that?" I asked, not understanding what he was saying. "Perrie is a pussy, she just cried a lot. Perrie doesn't have anyone else to protect but herself, so it's different. Even if we did have kids, I'm more than sure she wouldn't be that ferocious." "Beer?" The bartender asked us, we both nodded our heads and he filled our glasses up. "So what you're saying is?" Zayn tipped his glass back, chugging half the glass back before putting it back down on the counter. "What I'm saying is." He paused to burp. "Braelynn's not a pussy. She'd punch you and not think anything of it. She'd make you hear her scream bloody murder before she even allowed you to nod your head. Piss her off and it would be like doing community service for the rest of your life. Ruin your trust with her, nnow that's a totally different topic." "What should I do then? Because I've done everything you've just said." I sniffed, the air in this club was thick. "Honestly. I'm not sure." He scratched his head. "Perried just cried whenever I came home and told her what she read on twitter and shit was true. I fucked up, I owned up to it, maybe that's why she's still with me. Thank fuck too, I don;t know what I would do if I wasn't with her." He shook his head. "And that is something I never want to do again, the look on her fucking face." He made a sour face again, "haunts ya, mate. I'm telling ya right now, it never leaves your head." He knocked on the top of his forehead to make a statement. "I know what you mean." I nodded. "Except with Braeynn, it took almost three fully grown, six foot something, over 200 pound men to get her and keep her off you." We both laughed. "Women eh?" He raised his glass and downed the rest. "Eh, think I could tell you something?" I asked, getting back to being serious. He raised an eyebrow at me and winked. "The baby isn't mine." "Figured." He said. "And I don't think the twins are either." I coughed out. Zayn spit his beer all over the table. "I love my kids to death, they're my fucking everything. You know this." I pointed to him. I could feel all the alochol slipping the oxygen from my brain, making me a little light-headed. "The older and bigger Ciara gets, the more she looks like him." I pointed to Harry. "Alec is talking like Harry, slow and steady, like he's dragging his words out." My hands found my hair. "You're fucking drunk." Zayn laughed at me. "Listen to me, mate. Before I flew her to Ireland, she was staying with Harry." I tried to explain. "From what I rememeber, they hated each other." "But they were together for almost two weeks straight, something had to have happen. Harry didn't have a spare room." I said. "Niall, you're jealous, you're not thinking clearly." He said to me. "What if they're not?" I asked, my head looking down and a painful sigh coming out of my sore chest. "Listen to me when I say this." Zayn got closer to me. "Even if those two aren't yours by blood, they're still yours. You raised them and they call you daddy, not him. But if it's bothering you that much, yeah? Maybe you should get checked. Only way you'll be able to sleep at night." He shurgged. There was a scream of laughter coming from behind me and I looked over to see Harry wrapped up in Braelynn. She was crying she was laughing so hard. It was like slow motion, watching her with another man. Is this what she felt when she had to watch me with Tessa? "Ugh fuck." I whispered. I got up from the stool I had made an ass print in and walked over to them, they stopped and starred at me. I felt complegtely out of place, like I'm not wanted, my own wife doesn't want me. The worst part is, she's looking at Harry the way she use to look at me. I'm starring at him, he needs to get out of here. Or I do, which ever one is about to come first. "Papers aren't signed yet." I bit my bottom lip and Harry whipped his hands off the small in Braelynn's back. "Hmm." I said and I pulled her hand towards me, she fell into my side, cursing at me. "Where's your rings?" I took her hand up to my eyes, inspecting them. "You're not wearing them?" She looked away from me. "Are you drunk?" She asked, her voice so sweet that it made my eyes swell up. "You should go back to the hotel?" She suggested. "Come with me." I pleaded. The music was starting to make my head pound. "Please." I asked her. She looked to Harry and then nodded her head, pulling me outside and calling a cab. Every time I tried to touch her, she moved away, pushing my hands off her. "How come," I burped. " 'Cuse me. How come he gets to touch you, but I can't? Hmm?" I asked her, she just ignored me. It was a quiet ride back to the hotel and she didn't even say a word when we got back upstairs. "HEY!" I screamed to her, causing her to jump against the door whenever she closed it. "I asked a fucking question!" I shouted. She shuttered, I don't mean to scare her but I'm scared myself. "I don't know what you want me to say, Niall." She whispered. "I want you to tell me you love me!" I pointed to my chest. "Yeah! Wouldn't that be nice to hear!" She screamed back. Her tears were flooding her vision, her face was getting red and she was about to blow her top. Oddly, I wanted that, I wanted her to scream at me, push me, that way I'll at least be able to feel something from her. "It would be, actually." I tested her. "Fuck you!" She spat. "You don't know shit! You don't know what I've been feeling!" She screamed. "I fucking hate you for making me feel like this!" "Feel like what?!" "Like fucking shit! Like I'm fucking worthless, like I mean nothing to you! Like your family means -nothing- to you!" She seethed. "You're a fucking bastard and it's a goddamn shame that when we go home I have to pack up OUR kids stuff, tell Ciara she has to leave her new room and that we're moving some place else. That her 'All mighty' daddy isn't as mighty as he plays out to be! You know what that's going to do to her? To Alec? You sat those kids down and told them that nothing happened, now I have to explain that you fucking lied and now they're going to be expecting another baby. TWO!" "You'll say nothing!" I warned her. "Oh yeah? And what the hell are you to do about it?" She tested me. "A full baby brother or sister and a half." She smirked an evil smirk at me. "I'm fucking done with your lies, Niall." "I want a test done." I rushed out. "Test for what?" She asked. "Ciara and Alec."