Little Bird (Ziall Horlik) M-preg

Chapter 13

Zayn's POV

I sat there looking at Harry in shock and in pain. That's why Niall smelt like him when he got home yesterday? That's why it took him so long to come back from his "walk"? How did I not notice the fact that he just had sex with someone who wasn't me? Am I that blinded by the love I have for that boy that I would never guess he would cheat on me?

"Zayn, I'm so-"

"I'm leaving now." I said standing up. "Don't bother to call me or text me, and stay away from Niall." I told him calmly, but felt my emotions get the best of me as I slammed my hands on the table.

"You could say stop! You could have known that he's my boyfriend and you shouldn't be banging him! Fuck you! I hope you rot in hell!" I yelled at him, then stormed out of the restaurant with everyone's eyes on me. I just ignored it and started walking to my car. Once I got in, my cell phone started ringing.

"What the hell do you want that you have to fucking damn call me?!" I screamed into the phone letting all my anger out on whoever was on the other line. Right now, I was angry. I knew later I would be hurting beyond repair, so may as well enjoy this while it lasts. The woman cleared her throat and started to speak softly.

"Sorry, I'm calling from the London Research Center and I was informed to call you immediately instead of waiting to send out a letter. We got your test results back from your blood work. I hope this makes you happier because you're completely clean. The system probably glitched from your transfusion you received. But, you have nothing to worry about." She told me. I felt like news took most of the stress I was feeling off my shoulders, but it did nothing for my betrayed heart.

"Thanks." I told her and hung up. I just sat in my car thinking over what Harry told me and knew I should probably talk to Niall about it first, before getting any angrier or hurt, but Harry is my best friend. He wouldn't lie to me about something this big.

How could Niall do this? Last night he apologized and cuddled up to me like he was the same Niall I love. Then this morning, we had our quick intimate moment, everything thing between us was completely the same. The touches, kisses, giggles and jokes were all the same.

I thought back to how he reacted to me saying I was going to meet with Harry for lunch, and he didn't want me to. He seemed nervous for me to even mention the name, which makes me believe what my best friend said is true. That they slept together, and Niall didn't want me finding out so he didn't want me to talk talk to Harry.

I started the car and drove aimlessly through London for hours. I didn't want to go home. I didn't want to see Niall ever again. I wanted him out of my house and my life forever. He made me fall in love with him so deeply that I can't see anything wrong with what he does, and now he cheats on me with my best friend. I know they have more history than I do with Niall, fuck, they have kids together! Of course Niall will want to go to Harry. I'm not good enough for him anyway. I've never been good enough for him. It's probably my fault he cheated on me. I'm old and boring.

The sky started turning to night, and I was running out of gas as well as strength. I found myself parked outside a bar and made a decision I was going to get shit faced to numb the pain in my heart that was starting to grow. I didn't want to feel that, I didn't want to have the images of Niall being with Harry in my mind, I didn't want anything to do with him. I just wanted to get drunk and numb the pain.

Before I got out of my car, my phone rang and it was Niall. He probably miss dialed me, instead of calling his fuck buddy. All I am is rich and a nice person to take him in, deliver his children, get stabbed by his father and help him raise his kids while putting a roof over his head. That's all I am to him, someone to use.