Zayn was on top of the world as a rockstar, loving his life completely carefree in a world full of his fans, drugs after a new girl in his tour bus after every concert.

Zayn loved every second of it. The rush of the crowd’s screams and the thrill of a new girl in his bed after every concert, it was the life he’d always dreamed of.

He also had a kid when he was just in his early twenties, with a woman who baby trapped him. He loved her even when he refused to let anything tie him down. That was the reason why he was never there for her and only saw her when he really had to.

She lived with her mother in LA, in a penthouse Zayn paid for. But she was still bitter with him after him disappointing her every time.

Today he came over after a really long time when he happened to be in LA.

“I know I missed your birthday, but this should cover it,” Zayn said, handing her a stack of cash carelessly stuffed into an envelope before ruffling her hair. He didn’t ask what she wanted, didn’t even think about it.