Forever Intertwined (A Zayn Malik Fan Fiction)

Chapter 25

“Please tell me. Are you?” Zayn asks.

“Am I pregnant?” I ask him.

“That was the question, yes. So are you?” he asks again.

“Pregnant?” I say stupidly.

“Look. It’s okay if you are. We can work through it. I’ll never leave your side, I promise.” he says, taking my hand and giving it a little squeeze.

What a sweetheart.

“That’s great and all Zayn, but I’m not actually pregnant.” I say, holding back a laugh.

“You’re not?” he asks.

“No, I’m not.”

“Oh. Ok.” he says giving a small sigh of relief.

“I can’t believe you thought I was pregnant.” I say, grinning.

“Well what else could you be hiding from me?” he says, frowning at me. Luckily, his phone rings, sparing me from having to answer his question.

“It’s Paul. I better take this.” he says, pressing the answer button. See? Fate doesn’t want me to answer that question.

No effing way.

I cannot believe I’m trying to use FATE as an excuse not to tell him. Ugh. How pathetic! Someone slap me now.

“Why do you want to be slapped?” Zayn asks. I hadn’t realized he had gotten off the phone.

Or that I said that out loud.

“What did Paul want?” I ask.

“Answer my question first.” he says.

“That would take too long.” I say.

“I’ve got time.” he says.

“Do you?” I challenge him. Paul doesn’t just call for no reason, and Zayn’s already checked the time on his phone twice. He sighs.

“No. Paul needs to go over a few things.”

“Oh. The Olympics, right?”

“Probably.” he says.

“So you need to leave now?” I ask.

“Yeah.”

“Ok then. Call me later?”

“What’s the point Jayd? It’s bound to be a one sided conversation.” he replies. Ouch.

“Don’t be like that.” I say. He looks me in the eye, his own expression unreadable. Definitely a look he’s never given me before, and it scares me. Not anger, or sadness, or even hurt. It’s a cold look, almost like he’s looking through me instead of at me.

“Goodnight Jayd.” he says finally. Well okay then. I guess this is my cue to leave. I grab my bag off of my seat and attempt to kiss him. He turns his head so that I kiss his cheek instead. Wow. He’s never done that before. I open the driver’s door and climb out of the car. Zayn turns on the engine, slams the door and pulls off.

Well then.

I walk up to the front door just as Liz comes out.

“Oh! You’re back early.” she says, surprised.

“Yeah, I know.” I say. She reads my expression for a moment and then sighs.

“Is he mad at you?” she asks.

“Yeah, I believe so.” I say, and then tell her everything that happened.

“Aww. I should call him.” she says when I finish.