Little Bird (Ziall Horlik) M-preg

Chapter 12

Niall's POV

"Zayn, stop it!" I giggled as the black haired boy started kissing down my bare chest. To say we both forgive and forget quickly is an understatement. All I had to do last night was tell him sorry and he just held me back. We woke up this morning, giggling at everything that wasn't even funny and kissing like it was the first time. In other words, we were back to normal.

"Nialler, stop squirming!" He growled playfully at me, while kissing my belly and dipping his tongue into my belly button. I stopped moving around and just watched as Zayn hooked his fingers around my boxers and kissed around the band. I felt myself getting harder just watching his brown eyes scanning over my body. He moved one of his hands and rested it on my lower stomach, where I still had a tiny bit of fat that I haven't gotten rid of yet. Zayn looked up at me with a twinkle in his eyes and a questionable smirk on his swollen lips form kissing me so much.

"When can we make a baby?" He asked me quietly and kissed my tummy. I smiled and ran my hand through his thick hair.

"When the twins are a little older and when you... yeah." I said quietly at the end, referring to the blood test to come back clean. He looked at me sadly, then moved so he was laying next to me. I guess I was just going to be left with a boner for a while until I can fix it, but that's the least of my worries. Right now, that depressed disappointed look on Zayn's face is what I'm more worried about.

"Hey, it will be fine. You said so yourself it will be fine." I told him, while getting his hand in mine. He looked down at my fingers and smiled, but I saw right through it because I saw the dull look behind his beautiful eyes.

"What if it's not fine? What if this is how I die and I never see Christopher and Aliyah grow up? What if I'm never able to live my life because I'll be dying because I had sex with the wrong person? Is this a punishment for me because of how crazy I was in high school and college? What if this is all just to punish me because I was a bad kid?" He rambled on while I saw some tears gathering in his eyes. I kissed his cheek and squeezed his hand. For Zayn, actually saying his feelings out loud is a big deal so I just stay quiet until he asks me to comfort him with words.

"I always dreamed of having a family, and now I have one but I'm being ripped away from it. I finally love someone with all my heart, but because of one mistake I'm going to loose it." He whispered out as a tear fell. I knew he was done talking when he buried his face in my neck and rested his hand on my hip, making small circles with his thumb.

"You'll go crazy if you think of the what if's. Just live for what you have now and we'll get to what we have coming. That's all you can do, but even if you do have it, I'll be there by your side and love you forever and ever. Got it?" I told him he nodded and kissed my neck, making me shiver with delight.

"Do you mind if I go out to meet Harry for lunch today?" He asked me quietly. I felt my blood run cold at the sound of his name. I didn't want to tell Zayn what happened yesterday because I knew he would be mad. At who, I don't know. I just didn't want to tell him that Harry shoved his hand down my sweats and was talking bad about Zayn, who was supposedly his best friend.

"Yes, I kind of do mind." I said nervously, just wanting him to stay away from Harry. Zayn looked up at me and furrowed his eyebrows together.

"Why do you mind? You know he's my best mate, and I feel like we have some shit to talk about." He told me with a defensive edge to his tone. I took a deep breath and pecked his lips, but he didn't even try to kiss me back. He just looked at me trying to read me.

"I just do. It's weird for me, okay?" I told him. He moved away from me and climbed out of bed.

"Well that's why you're not going. It's me and Harry that need to make things less weird. I'm fine with it and I think you need to be too." He told me and took off his shirt he was wearing. I was about to get mad at him, but my words caught in my throat as I saw the multiple lines of stitches covering his stomach. He hadn't let me see the stitches because he told me they were ugly. Ugly wasn't the word, this was sickeningly frightening.