His Pov
Zayn: I reached out my Iphone. It had been ringing loudly past minutes, not stopping even when I yelled at it. I was tucked under my bed covers, only legs pointing out under the cover. Last night I had a late night at the studio with boys. We had planned the new cd and tour all over. It was going to be perfect, if I could get a chance to sleep. "Hello", I answered grumpily, morning voice raspy just like my stubble. "Mr. Malik?" a woman voice asked through the phone, making me wake up a bit and sit up. "Yes this is him," I answered politely. She sounded really official. "Good. I'm Mary from you law firm," She answered firmily, like she'd noticed I just woke up. "Oh, is something wrong?" I asked, now a little panicked. Why would they call me? "Actually, there is. Could you possibly come to the office as soon as possible?" She said, voice still calm like ice. My heart stopped for a second. Shit, this can't be good. "Yea, I'm on my way," I answered in a second, closing the phone before starting to pull my pants on. Shit, shit, shit...This can't be good... I reached the lawyer's office in no time. I believe I got like ten speed tickets, but I was too nervous to care. All I could think was what the hell was going on... Mr. Lewis, my lawyer sat in front of me when I sat down to the big red chair. "Mr. Malik, I'm sorry to inform you that Y/N Y/L/N has passed away yesterday in a car crash," he said severe look on his face. I could feel my stomach drop. Y/N...My ex-girlfriend Y/N? Suddenly I saw her face on my mind. She was smiling and laughing...I remembered how I used to love her, or did still love her. I fought back my tears looking at Mr. Lewis in front of me. "I'm sorry to hear that," was all I got out. It sounded so lame... "There's more," Mr. Lewis continued, looking right at me. I could feel my hands sweat. "Did Y/N ever tell you she has a daughter?" I heard Mr. Lewis's words, but I didn't really know why he was talking to me... I mean we split up like...twelve years ago. "No she didn't," I answered, rising my eyebrows trying to signal that I had no idea what was going on. "Well, she has. Her parents or relatives aren't capable of taking care of her, so the court decided to give her custody to the closest relative who can." Mr. Lewis continued talking, but my brains slowed me down. I still didn't understand it..."So," Mr. Lewis started, looking at me with his scary brown eyes, "Custody of Ray Emily Y/L/N is ordered to his father. And that means you Mr. Malik"
Liam: I lay in my bed, staring at the wall next to me. I couldn't sleep; something didn't let me to sink in my much needed slumber. I didn't feel very good. I didn't know why, but I just didn't. The clock next to me showed the time. It was nearly midnight, and I had an early morning tomorrow. Boys and I had a meeting in a local radio center. It was finally time to start advertise our new album. A doorbell ring woke me up from my intense wall staring. Immediately jumping out of bed, only wearing my boxers and a t-shirt, I rushed to the door. No one usually came this late, unless there was something wrong. I opened the door, peaking my head to see who it was. For a second, I stared at a girl I knew years ago. She was Y/N's best friend. I opened the door fully when I saw the tears on her cheeks. Mascara ran black stripes to her white cheeks when she stared at me, not knowing what to say. "Y/BF/N, Come in," I said, not sure what to do myself. She practically ran into my apartment, looking at me before bursting in to more tears. "Hey, hey, hey..," I said, trying to calm her down. "Liam..," she said, voice breaking so badly I could hardly tell what was coming out of her mouth, "She died! She just died! One day she was there and then...They're taking him away! They'll give him to foster homes! You know how Y/N didn't have much family after her parents died, but they can't do that! They can't take him away to some shitty foster homes! Who knows what they'll do to him! Y/N didn't want that...shit..."She cried against her hands, when I stood in front of her, head spinning. What she was talking about? Y/N? Dead? And who is he? "I-I don't understand..," I said trying to sound calm, but I bet I didn't. "Liam, after you left her for Danielle, she found out she was pregnant. Now she's dead and they're giving him away! They're giving her son away! Just like he'd be some old toy! She's dead Liam, she's dead! And they won't let me have James! I don't know what to do..," she was crying against my shoulder now, but only things in my mind were that my beautiful Y/N was dead and I had a son.
