Little Bird (Ziall Horlik) M-preg

Chapter 9

Niall's POV

"Now, the real results will come back in two  weeks so don't make this as an official confirmation. We just got one partial test back positive and-"

"I need to get tested, right now." I cut the doctor off and stood from my seat. My walls were closing in on me as I thought of how many times Zayn and I have had sex, how many times we did things that involved transferring the disease. Zayn and I have two babies at home that need both their parents, what if we both have it? What if I gave it to him?

"We actually were going to recommend you get tested, but we also need you to answer a few questions too. We'll go set up the station in the back and be out in a few minutes. Remember, our tests here are very shitty and aren't always one hundred percent. Just keep that in mind and don't worry too much about it." The doctor told me and pat my shoulder one more time before leaving.

I sat back down in my chair and wrapped my arms around myself wishing I had strong arms to hold me because, fuck, I'm terrified. My Zayn might have HIV, I might have it too, but not only that, he was stabbed thirteen times and I don't know how he's doing.

How could someone do that to him? I don't even know who did this, how it happened or why it would happen. No one has told me anything, and I doubt they will anytime soon. Never in my life have I felt so much uncertainty and confusion. Not even when I was sleeping outside at that park when I was three months pregnant did I feel like this because I knew I had my small bump that I would take care of. Now taking all this new information in and this horrible pain of someone actually hurting the man I love, leaves me in the dark and so alone.

I shut my eyes and tried to think of the way Zayn smiles with his tongue poking out between his perfect teeth, how he looks when he's painting with his brown eyes lit up with creativity, the way he holds me at night like he's afraid I'm going somewhere, even just the way he smells. I thought of all these little things to comfort myself from the long road we had ahead of us. I just hope we're ready for it.

I felt a hand rest on my check and opened my eyes to meet big green ones and soft dimples. Harry was kneeling down in front of where I was sitting on the chair, just looking at me with those eyes that started to comfort me because they reminded me of my children.

"I heard and came here as fast as I could. They have the whole hospital surrounded with security and there's a huge investigation at the crime scene looking for clues. How is he?" Harry asked, pulling my arms from where they were around me and holding my hands in his. It felt nice to have human touch right now.

"He's, uh, he's in recovery but they won't let me see him because he's under close watch. I want to see him so bad. I want to see that he's alright and that-" I couldn't keep holding myself together anymore. I'm a sixteen year old kid that just got told all this bad news and my brain is trying to decide which is worse. The fact Zayn nearly got killed, or that he might have HIVs.

I broke down in tears and let my head drop to my chest. How can I hold myself together while there are so many reasons to fall apart? How came I keep my tears in when eveything around me is screaming to let them fall?

Harry jumped foward and picked me up in a bridle style, then sat in a chair with me on his lap. I leaned into him and sobbed loudly and hard, not even caring if people were looking at me. Harry just held me close, like Zayn would, and ran his hands over my arms and back.

"I'm here, it's alright." He whispered to me and kissed my forehead. I snuggled into him, tired of this pain I'm feeling because I can't see the one I truly love. I can't touch him and I can't be with him no matter how much I wanted to, that hurts more than thirteen stab wounds ever could.