struggling with the hate | z.m b2

Chapter 14: The man from the market

[Not edited, I HAD TO REUPLOAD THIS BC WATTPAD WAS BEING A LIL SHIT :(]

Chapter 14: The man from the market

"Is okay, Louis. We're alright, goodnight."

I hung up making sure that Louis wouldn't worry about me and Zayn. By now, Zayn and I are fine, he was on the bed still unconscious. I didn't know he would react to find out he was going to be a father. Was that too much in one day? I should've waited a bit to tell him.

I placed the phone on the nightstand, making a light noise. Zayn's nose twitched, and his eyes fluttered opened. His brown eyes searched me, and when our eyes met he smiled. I sat next to him, putting the back of my hand on his forehead.

"Are you alright?" I asked him. He closed his eyes and nodded.

"Best thing that ever happened to me in this hard time. I'm so much more than alright." He sat up, "Sorry I reacted this way, it was just a shock."

"You hit your head pretty bad with the wall when you fainted." I laughed. He licked his lips and laughed.

"Ah, now that's why my head throbs." He brought his hand to my cheek and caressed me, "How about you? Are you okay?"

"Yes" I hugged him, "Just don't this kind of stuff again"

"I swear I won't." He pressed his lips on my forehead. "I'm very sorry."

He threw his legs off the bed and stood up, "I'm gonna shower and going to sleep. But on the sofa."

"Why on the sofa?"

"Because that's my punishment." He grinned. "You should punish me for what I've done."

"But,"

"Goodnight." He walked into the bathroom and finished his shower after thirty minutes. He took his pillow and walked downstairs. I showered also, brushed my teeth and got into my pyjamas, and finally got into the duvets.

I didn't know what to do next. I couldn't sleep, it didn't feel right. I felt alone and I could hear Zayn's snores. I rolled on the bed and shut my eyes closed to sleep, but no avail.

I decided to get him, the sofa is uncomfortable and he should be sleeping with me. I tiptoed to the living room and found him lay on the sofa. He was laying with his chest facing the ceiling, his right hand was touching the floor while his left arm was covering his forehead. His lips were parted, low snores coming from them. His bare chest raised and fell slowly.

"Zayn" I patted his chest. "Come sleep with me."

"Hm" He opened his eyes and closed them again. "What baby?"

"Come sleep with me." I repeated.

"No" His lips curved into a smile. He gently held my hand, pulling me to rest my body on his. "Come sleep with me."

"I'm heavy Zayn" I giggled.

"No, you're warm" He sounded sleepy. I didn't complain and closed my eyes.

He started rubbing my back in circles. Soon he stopped, he has fallen asleep.

I missed this. I missed him.

**

"Oh my, you look mature!" Louis exclaimed as he took a look from my heels to my khaki pants, then to my button up-long sleeve shirt and to my eyes.

"I told her to dress up like the woman she is." Zayn snaked an arm around my shoulder and kissed my cheek. He placed his hand on my belly and gave me a toothy grin. He seemed happy today, and really close to me. This morning I went to the loo and he had to come in with me because he 'didn't want to let me go'.