struggling with the hate | z.m b2

Chapter 18: New York

Chapter 18: New York

I drew a happy face on the calendar as I counted the days to move from the flat. Zayn was behind me, holding me in his arms, rubbing my belly and whispering into my ear lovely words and promising many things for our future. He's still hasn't mention about the wedding, and I'm afraid to ask him when we will get married, but we just got back together after all the mess. I don't want to sound desperate to Zayn and I think we should be ready for it.

The next day we went to Isabella's house and tell her about everything, including the contract. We spend hours trying to explain our complicated life and we ended up by telling her I was pregnant. She almost had a heart attack and yelled at Jake to hurry up with her glass of water and her pills. We found out that Paul quitted, taking care of my family so that's why he didn't know what was going on. He was disappointed about Modest being a total ass with us.

In these past days I can see how Zayn is missing his job. He was helping me do my uni works to distract himself, I can tell he does by the way he takes his toothbrush and follows me around singing one of his songs, how he interviews himself while he's shaving in the bathroom and how he logs on Twitter to check if his fans all alright. And they are. They have no idea about One Direction getting fired because Modest haven't told to the public, I wonder why...

Finally the day arrived. We were landing to NYC; I slept the whole flight.

"I feel nauseous." I said as we step onto the airport. Amanda and Taylor walked towards me, taking me to the bathroom a second later. I knelt on front of the toilet and let it all out. Amanda rubbed my back while Taylor gripped my hair.

"Baby, you're okay?" I heard worry in Zayn's voice, standing in the door.

"Yes." I stood up and wiped my lips with the top of my hand. I walked to the sink and washed my mouth.

When I felt better I walked outside, Zayn quickly pulled me into his arms as we walked towards the exit. Securities led us the way to the van and made it through the screaming fans. For the very first time, I didn't hear our names being called or no hate.

"You're tired, eh?" Niall asked me as we got into the van. I nodded and closed my eyes. Zayn pulled closer to him and kissed the top of my head. Soon enough I was falling asleep on his shoulders again.

The next time I woke up, everyone's leaving the van and I caught Zayn almost trying to carry me. "Its fine, I'm awake." I said pushing myself off the van. I spun around as I see those lights surrounding me. That's when it hit me; I'm in freaking NEW YORK.

"You girls seem surprised." Louis said and Liam laughed, "Never been here before, I see."

"This is like a world here." Taylor said in awe, "When are we getting the chance to tour around?"

"Maybe tomorrow, it's almost 9 and my eyes are closing." Liam stated, helping Zayn and Harry take out the suitcases in the back.

"Oh god I can't wait." I groaned. I found Louis staring at me with a smile. I smiled back and heard Zayn clear his throat.

The hotel employees greeted us and took the suitcases where our rooms are supposed to be. There's a room for two, Liam with Louis, Amanda and Harry, Taylor and Niall, and, Zayn and me. The employee placed the suitcases in our room and Zayn's tipped him before he left.

"I can't wait to hit the bed." I said taking my shirt off on front of the mirror.

"Hit the bed? Or hit someone else?" Zayn scoffed and I turned around in confusion.

"What's your problem?" I asked, pushing my pants down. I took out my pajamas from the suitcase. I raised an eyebrow when Zayn was looking up and down at me, and turned away - his cheeks turning red.

"Oh come on, don't play dumb, you seriously like Louis, don't you?" He kicked off his shoes along with his socks. I laughed and pulled the pajamas over my head, and pulling them down.

"You're kidding right?" I rolled my eyes. He stayed serious and my eyes went wide, "Oh, you are serious. Why would you think that?"

"You were smiling at each other." I opened my mouth to say something, but he continues, "What happened between you two while I was with Perrie? He told me you stayed in his house for a couple of times... did you two... have something?"

Did we? I know nothing happened between us, but our friendship was a little bit romantic. The way he got so close to me and comforted me, took care of me while Zayn wasn't here with me, how we stared at each other - but no, I was just needy, I wanted to forget about Zayn. I could never fall in love with someone else.

"Chelsea..." He warned.

"No, nothing happened. Well - almost - but Jesus, nothing you should worry about."

"Almost?" He asked, raising his voice, "Almost? What does this mean?"

"Why are you bringing this up now?" I whined, walking towards the bathroom but he caught my arm and pulled me back.

"Answer me, Chelsea. Did he kiss you?" He made me face him.

"No, no of course not! Nothing was going to happen anyways because both knew the only person that I love is you!"

"Did you sleep in his bedroom?"

"Jesus Christ! No I didn't! He had a guest room and I stayed there. He's your friend; he wouldn't do that to you."

"I'm sorry, I just..." He sat on the edge of the bed, "I'm just afraid you find someone better than me, someone who wouldn't hurt you like I did..."

"Zayn," I sat next to him, "Stop worrying. We're in New York, don't let nothing ruin this weekend." I caressed his face and slowly turned his face for a kiss.

This was horrible, someone take me out of writer's block, comment some ideas and suggestions idk. I'm just working with a story and I like it more than this one UGH. I'm so sleepy my eyes are closing so I didn't proof read/ I love you