struggling with the hate | z.m b2

Chapter 17: House Shopping

[I wrote this story about Zayn getting married and blablabla, and BOOM he's getting married in real life! Damn, I used to ship Zelsea hahaha! Hop you enjoy this short chapter. More fillers to come lol!]

Chapter 17: House Shopping

"Baby," I whined as Zayn hugged me from behind, interrupting my sleep. I was the other side of the bed, almost falling to the floor, "let me sleep."

"Oh so you're gonna act like if last night nothing happened?" He bit my shoulder softly and then tightened his arms over my waist - if he tightens even more I might be left out of air.

"I'm tired; I can't even feel my legs thanks to you." I nudged him with my elbow. He laughed loudly close to my ear. He loved to make me fragile after a good sex. I pushed him off me with my bum on his stomach, "Leave me alone."

"No good morning kiss for your lover Zayn Malik?" He faked a gasp, and left me completely. Suddenly I feel cold and Zayn's body was keeping me warm. When I turned around to hug him, he's already off the bed walking towards his closet.

"Get back to bed." I threw him a pillow. It hits the back of his head; he looked at me over his shoulder and looked back at the closet.

"I have a surprise to you today, so get your ass up and get ready."

"Kiss me first." I closed my eyes and pursed my lips. I only received a pillow on my face. "Hey!"

"It doesn't feel good when you do it to me either." He said and grabbed a shirt off the closet, throwing it over his head.

"I'm just an emotional pregnant woman!"

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"What's the surprise?" Zayn held my hand, intertwining our fingers. We were both wearing - proudly our rings, "You haven't told me."

"It's a surprise obviously." He rolled his eyes.

"Give me a hint."

"It will make you really happy."

I gave him a questioning look, but it didn't matter because he wasn't looking at me. He had a grin on his face like if this was exciting for him too.

We were walking across the streets and into a place that had a sign saying House Shopping. I didn't know we were coming inside until Zayn opened the door for me. I stepped inside and saw each two people sat in two seats in every office. Opened offices, like where you can see on banks and when you're buying a car.

Buying.

"Zayn, wait..."

"You must be Zayn!" A man walked towards us and shook hands with Zayn. Um, when did these two meet?

"Chelsea this is Dan, I was talking to him the other day about buying a house."

"What?"

This was shocking. A house! This hit me hard right on my face, fucking Zayn please warn before you give me a heart attack. I'm not exaggerating; I lived in a house before duh! But I only lived with Zayn in a little flat... and right now, Zayn wants to buy a house. He has freaking money, he might buy a mansion or something, and I'm panicking.

"Follow me..." Dan said gesturing with his hand and he leaded us to his office. Zayn sat on a seat and I sat next to him. Dan sat on his desk and took out a book and placed it on his desk, "This is the book of previews. Here you can see the house that we're selling and how much it cost."

"Sweet!" Zayn smiled and opened the book, "I can't wait to get one."

"What do you have in mind? Big? Small? Expensive? Low Price?" Dan shot questions at Zayn. I was still shocked.

"Big, expensive, exaggerating! What do you think Chelsea?"

"I don't know" I said cleaning my sweat from my forehead, "I didn't expect this."

Zayn laughed, "Well Dan, I'm living in a cheap flat. Chelsea and I moved there for starters. We're getting married..." he looked at me and smiled, "really soon," he looked at Dan who was smiling, "and we're having a baby and we want a room for the baby. I want a comfortable - fun house."

"Oh God" I almost forgot that Zayn was a freaking millionaire. Wait a minute, I was just a girl with an account how the fuck I ended up here?

"And your fiancé?" Dan asked, "What does she wants?"

"I want a normal house."

"We're getting a mansion."

"No we're not"

"Yes we are."

"No."

"A mansion, Chelsea."

"A big house!"

"A big house it is, Dan." Zayn stated, Dan looked at us a bit irritated as in 'It's the same fucking shit.', but I didn't want to sound like a jerk by calling it mansion.

"Okay, I have this house it has four rooms, two bathrooms, baths, Jacuzzi, game room, a theater, besides pool, three floors, dining room, a main entrance, a study, living room and etc... in Manchester"

He showed us a picture of the mansion, I coughed.

"How much does it costs?"

"2 millions."

"TWO FUCKING MILLIONS?" I shouted. Zayn raised an eyebrow at me.

"Deal" Zayn shrugged as if it wasn't a big deal.

"I think I have asthma, where's my inhaler," I started hyperventilating, "I'm so dizzy."

"Chelsea, are you not happy?"

"I'm fucking overwhelmed."

"Um," Zayn looked back at Dan, "I'm gonna buy it."

"Don't you want to check anymore?"

"Nope. When will we be moving?"

"Next week."

"I need to throw up" I'm breathless.

I was excited, I swear.

"Hell yeah!" Zayn stood up to pay.

This was going too fast, I think I just died.

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A'N: Happy Birthday Liam! BTW, I have so many things to talk about the boys and 5 seconds of Summer. I want to explode!

Guess the song for a dedication :)

"Kiss me out of the bearded barley

Nightly, beside the green, green grass

Swing, swing, swing the spinning step

You wear those shoes and I will wear that dress.

Oh, kiss me beneath the milky twilight

Lead me out on the moonlit floor

Lift your open hand

Strike up the band and make the fireflies dance

Silver moon's sparkling

So kiss me"