Zayn Malik Imagines [COMPLETE]

Zayn's Birthday

(Republished & Edited)

It was 12th January, Zayn's Birthday today. Of course you were really happy and excited. You had arranged a small get together party for him as he didn't allow you to throw a big bash for him in that condition of yours.

Which Condition?

You and Zayn were going to become parents. It was your ninth month.

In the small party, you had just invited Zayn's family and your family, also the boys .

"Where's the cake?!" You shouted from the living room, as you weren't allowed to roam around here and there to do any work.

"Coming. Niall is bringing it and he's on his way," Harry answered as he came out of the kitchen.

"What about the food?" You asked him, standing up from the couch but Louis grabbed your arm and pulled you back to the couch.

"Liam will take care of it. You just sit here and relax, also let the baby Malik have some rest." Louis said, smiling towards you.

"Baby Malik has nothing, but to rest all day. But I have to do the preparations for tonight. How are things going to be managed?" You said, placing your hand on your sweaty forehead.

"I liked you, when you weren't pregnant." Louis said, chuckling.

"Just put a small human being inside you for nine months, and then I'll say the same thing to you eh?" You snapped at him, which made Harry burst into laughter.

"Stop Laughing! Did you check the drinks?" You sternly asked Harry. He quickly got up from the couch, and stood still.

"Which drinks?" He asked, his eyes widening.

"HARRY! What do you mean, which Drinks?!"

"Uh..u." He scratched the back of his neck.

"HARRY EDWARD STYLES! I'LL KICK YOU IN THE ASS IF DRINKS AREN'T HERE IN FIFTEEN MINUTES!" You yelled at him. He quickly nodded and ran out of the living room.

Louis shifted to the edge of the couch, as soon as he saw you getting angry.

"Why are you scooting away? I am not gonna eat you," You said, glaring at him. He said nothing but passed you a sheepish smile.

"Where is the birthday boy? Is he Ready or not? I can't see him anywhere?" You asked Louis a little later, your eyes searching around for Zayn.

"I'm in the room, Babe!" He yelled from your shared bedroom.

"What are you doing?" You yelled back.

"Getting ready!"

"Why is it taking you so long to get ready? Are you becoming a bride? Come out fast and help in some preparations for the dinner!" You ordered, and heard a loud groan from your room.

"Louis, I'm not a three year old that you're sitting by my side and having a watch on me," You said to Louis, facing him.

"You're worse than a three year old." He said, laughing at you.

"May God make you Preggie, than you'll know, how it feels to carry a freaking baby inside you." You angrily said.

"I like the word 'Preggie', it's cute." He said, chuckling at you.

"But you're really bad, when it comes to Mood swings, you know?" He added, again chuckling.

"I know," You slightly flinched, as soon as you felt a sharp pain shot in your stomach.