struggling with the hate | z.m b2

Chapter 15: The Sofa

Chapter 15: The Sofa

-'One day later'-

"Chelsea Moore!"

I scowled in frustration when I hear Zayn call with an annoying voice. That meant he wanted something, and I wasn't in a mood for nobody. I plugged my headphones on, continuing to listen/watch a video my professor sent me to see what I missed at the uni. He talked absolute shit.

Zayn's calling got even louder, and I groaned closing the laptop.

I put the laptop on a table beside me and unplugged my headphones.

"What!"

Zayn walked to the backyard, finding me sat on a chair; my bare toes playing with the grass. He had the best smile today, he looked relaxed and carefree. He finally shaved. A little cut on his cheek, possibly by the razor.

He was wearing nothing but short sweat pants, revealing the wolf tattoo on his leg. He was holding a plastic rose and he sheepishly walked towards me.

"To my loving girlfriend, Chelsea Moore. Because she understands me and loves me like I love her."

"You interrupted me for that?" I grabbed the rose and put it on my lap, shooing him with my hand, "Go get me something to eat, would ya?"

"Hm, someone's cranky because of their pregnancy." He knelt on front of me, pulling my T-shirt up to my breasts. Breezy air hit my stomach, making chills run down my whole body. He caressed my growing belly and kissed it, his lips were soft making my sensible skin feel ticklish.

"Yeah, and if you don't get me something to eat I'll burn you down."

"If you keep eating you're going to get fat. Look at Amanda, Harry can't even carry her anymore." He asserted, standing up.

"That means you won't love me because I'm gonna get fat?" I started crying and he laughed.

"Oh God, I forgot pregnant ladies can get emotional." He slapped his forehead.

"Why are you being so mean to me?" I cried harder.

"Fine! I'll order some pizza!"

"Make it two boxes, both with cheese, mushrooms and pepperoni." I grinned.

"Anything for my beautiful woman." He forced a smile, rolling his eyes and walking inside.

I smirked, and stared down at the lovely rose. He forgot to take the price off, it only costed 69 cents. I chuckled.

I love Zayn so much.

**

Finally, the deliver guy knocked on our door and I screamed at Zayn to hurry to open the door. He threw a cushion at my face for me to shut up. He stood up, walking slowly on purpose to make me mad. When he got the door, he paid the man and grabbed the two boxes with one arm.

He walked back to he family room, placing the boxes on the table. He opened them and went to take one, but I slapped his hand.

"Who said these are for you? Hope you are taking one to feed me..."

"Are you serious?" He asked, "Am I now your slave?"

"Yes."

"Sex slave?"

"That too."

"Can I at least get one pizza?"

"One. Just one."

We leaned back, eating our pizza and watching the telly. Nothing good was on, to the News we changed it to Spongebob. It was still in the afternoon, and I was feeling like if this was the best day ever. Zayn and I were together having a normal day with no preoccupations at all.