Zayn's P.O.V.
I wake up and stare at the ceiling for a while. I put my arm over my eyes as Rose walks in. "Get up, lazy." She smiles and sits right besides me. "I'm so tired." I whine. "You have your first concert since break. You've been taking breaks like every month." She rolls her eyes at me. "Whatever." I mumble and get out of bed. "I'll be leaving, with Niall." She stood up and left the room.
I looked for Rose everywhere. I couldn't find her. Niall. My mind drowned with thoughts. Does she want him? Am i nothing to her, anymore? I walked to Niall's room and knocked on the door. Rose opened up, her cheeks red and tear stained. "What's wrong?" Worry in my voice. "Zayn." She smiled. "We have to talk." She murmured and pulled me inside. What are we doing in Niall's room? She gave a nod to Niall and he left. Rose took a seat and smiled. "Go get me a bottle of water." She ordered.
I opened the fridge and i saw a baby bottle with a pregnancy test, inside it. It was positive. Oh my god. I pulled it out and my heart thumped in my chest. "Rose!" I shouted, excitement filling my veins.
She smiled and walked inside. "We made a production of our love." She smiled. I picked her up, and spun her around. Squeals escaped her pink plump lips. "Zayn." She kissed me, and smiled as i put her down. "No more, drinking for you." I told her. She was a heavy drinker in all honesty. She just pouted.
Rose's parents were so happy. My parents on the other side were upset. They were upset of the fact that she was eighteen, and i was twenty. I was a grown man and Rose was only a teenager. Leave her, alone. Your parents don't appreciate the fact of her being pregnant. I laid in bed while, Rose was in the restroom.
Let's mark off the good things and bad parts of Rose being pregnant.
Good: She has my first child, hormones so she'll want me as much as i want her, i get to see her stomach grow, we'll get to see our child grow.
Bad: Painful delivery, she'll have to spend sleepless nights, drama.
I let Rose cuddle into me, she's so small. "I want to play the name game." She said, her hot breath tickling my ear. I squeezed her butt. "Okay." I smiled, in the dark. "John. Jake, Marco, Kevin.." She whispered, her hands in my hair. "Jessica, Lynette, Lissete, Alieen, Jennifer, Miranda." My hands down to her hips, circling them. I know this turned her on. A soft moan escaping her lips. "Zayn, please." She whimpered and, sat on my torso. "Slow." I told her, my bulge forming. "Ride me." (A/N; I KNOW WHAT YOU GUYS ARE GONNA SAY. ) she undid her skirt and pushed her panties down. I felt her on my warm skin. I rubbed her, and a moan escaped her lips.
A knock on the hotel room door ruined the moment. "Be there in five!" I shouted. "Alright mate!" It was Harry. "Five minutes to, come?" She bit on her lip. "Bounce on my c*** baby." I told her, she lowered my jeans and boxers. She moaned as she slid herself on me. She began bouncing on my c*** i helped her, so she could climax quickly.
I groaned and came, she followed.
Rose looked pretty annoyed, when i came back inside the tour bus. "What's wrong?" I sat besides her. "Apperantly Sophia, dislikes the way i dress!" She exclaimed. I don't like the way she dressed either. It was too, covered up. She was always wearing jeans, and a long sleeved shirt. Her hair into a ponytail. Never let go. And if she does straighten it or curl it is because its a special occasion. Why am i talking about her?
