Further On (Zayn Malik)

Chapter 31

Chapter 31;

-Arielle's POV-

As I'm driving, my phone rings. Rolling my eyes, I press the button on the steering wheel to answer it.

"Hello," I answer.

"Where the fuck are you going?"

"Nowhere I-"

"Come back, turn around right the fuck now."

"Ugh! Zayn just let me get something to eat first!"

Why does he know everything?!

He hesitates. "We'll get you something to eat once you pick me up. I know a good place."

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"What the hell were you thinking?!" Zayn shouts at me as I roll my eyes and towel dry my hair.

It's the next morning and he's still yelling at me for planning on going to Olivia's.

"I'll answer that question for you. You weren't. You simply just weren't thinking!" He stands against the dresser with no shirt and just his gray sweatpants on while his arms are crossed.

He looks hot.

"I honestly can not believe you would do that. She tripped Noah! She tripped him and-"

"Daddy!" Noah runs into our room and screeches at Zayn. "Sut up."

I stifle a laugh as I slip on some pants.

"That's right Noah, tell him." I find a big enough shirt to wear then sit down on the bed.

"Go wait in the bathroom daddy will be there in a bit." He tells him.

He walks out, wearing no shirt and grey pants just like Zayn, with a pout and his arms crossed.

"All I'm saying is you have to be careful when it comes to the baby and her Arielle." Zayn gets quiet. "That's all I'm saying."

I nod with a huff and put my hair up in a bummy bun.

"Okay." I fiddle with my rings. "But can I ask you a favor?"

"What?"

"Do you mind helping me up? If I stand up by myself I'm going to pee and I just took a shower."

He chuckles and takes my hand.

"Up you go," he says while I stand.

"Thanks," I smooth out my shirt.

"Fuck, I'm sorry for shouting." He instantly apologizes.

"Yeah dude my stomach was getting tight the whole entire time."

"Oh, shit. Really?"

I nod then I see Romeo walking down the steps.

"Why didn't you say anything?"

"Because," I shrug. "She does that sometimes so I didn't think anything of it, but it never lasted as long as it did when you were yelling."

"Is that bad?" He asks while we walk out of our room.

"I don't know."