Imagines/Oneshots (One Direction, Ed Sheeran, etc.)

Zayn 3: Baby

The burning water tore down my face like a soldier into battle. How could he just leave like that? How could he leave after cheating on me? I forgave him for it, and he leaves. How could he do this to his girlfriend of two years and his unborn baby boy? How could he leave his family? I don't get it. I love him, he loves me, what could've gone wrong?

Sitting on our old bedroom floor, wearing the one varsity jacket he left, looking at my protruding belly. Thinking about all this, it isn't healthy. I need to call him. I need to find out what happened. I pick up my iPhone and type in his number, the contact is still there.

"Zayn, I just need you home. Please, I don't even know what went wrong. I love you, and your son does too. We both need you here. Please, come back. There's 5 more months I desperately need your help with. Please..." the dial beeps, alarming me to hang up. I throw the phone in his pocket and stand up, somewhat shakily. Putting on my maternity pants and a teeshirt, with his jacket over, I decide to go to Liam's. He'll know where Zayn is. I get there and Danielle opens the door.

"Y/N! Thank goodness your here, come with me!" I barely step inside when I smell the smoke already. His smell. His old smell. He stopped for me, he stopped for his son. I know where he is. I ran to the backyard, not caring when Liam told me to stop.

"Zayn!" I said screaming out the sliding glass door. He turned sharply, tears in his eyes. He looked pale, malnourished, almost dead.

"Zayn..." he stood there, cigarette in his fingers falling to the floor. A mix of shock, horror, and happiness on his face. Blue denim jacket and black skinny jeans, no shirt. I just ran to him. Not caring about the smell, or ash, or sadness that took over when I saw his face.

"I'm sorry Y/N. I'm so sorry. Please, I'm so sorry." he said over and over again. I pulled away and kissed him.

"Zayn wait, stop for a minute." I pulled his hand away from my back and put it on my stomach. The baby was kicking. He loved his daddy as much as I do.