I'm...what?! (Ziall au Mpreg)

Chapter 6

Niall's pov.

"You're pregnant!" I froze. I'm pregnant. I have a baby, growing inside me. I'm pregnant. I'm a boy! Why the fuck didn't my parents tell me this?!

"O-Okay." I was shaking. Really badly. Liam was sitting there, looking like a confused puppy.

"You're about 3 weeks along. Do you want pictures of the ultrasound?" I nodded, not able to speak. Zayn....I'm gonna kill that bastard! Making me fucking pregnant! "How many?" I held up seven fingers. One for me, Zayn, Liam, Louis, Perrie, Jade, and me mum. "Have a nice day you two!" I grabbed the pictures and ran out, tears in my eyes.

"Niall wait!" I didn't wait, I just ran. Just kept running. Until I bloody bumped into someone. Happens all the fucking time. Just guess who I bumped into? Zayn bloody Malik.

"Oh, hi." He said darkly, and I got up, glaring at him.

"You did this to me!" I screamed in his face, and he stepped back, confused.

"Woah, I don't know what you're talking about. Calm down there little fella." He chuckled, and I growled. I stomped my foot, and shoved one of the pictures at him. He scanned over it, confused. "What's this?" He held it up, and I lost it.

"You wanna know what that is? That's an ultrasound of your babies! That's right, you fucking got me pregnant!" I pulled at my hair, and he scanned over it.

"Wait, slow down. I never had sex with you. Never would I have sex with you." He spat, and it took all of me not to punch him.

"It was a drunken mistake and I'm not fucking lying! I don't even like it meself! I have to tell you because you're the father and all, and, and, I'm so confused!" I groaned, sitting on the edge of a curb, putting a hand on my stomach. My baby. Zayn sat next to me, pulling his hair.

"So you're pregnant?" I nodded, out of tears. "Also they're mine." I nodded again. What happened next I didn't expect. He picked me up, spinning me around. "I've always wanted to be a dad! Not this young but, who cares!" He pulled me into a hug, and I just hung my arms low, shocked.

"B-Bu y-you....wah?" I was so confused. He pulled away, smiling. I saw a tear go down his cheek, and he quickly wiped it away.

"I'm gonna raise this baby. I'm gonna make it up to you from all the years of hate. I'm gonna spoil the shit out of you." He grabbed my hands, kissing them. I pulled them back, and he looked confused.

"But we're not even together. Also, we can't just become boyfriends. Our social circle won't let us." I glared at him.

"I don't care what people think. As long as I have you and my baby, I'm okay." I smiled a sad smile. This is a whole different Zayn. A caring Zayn. Not the old bastard Zayn I used to know.