struggling with the hate | z.m b2

Chapter 19: Central Park

Note: I wrote this on my iPhone & I didn't edit. Kinda' bad... Please vote & comment :) I'm gonna end this soon :)
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--Next day--








Zayn's POV








Since this morning, Chelsea's been avoiding me.




It's tiring.




It's killing me.




It's unusual.




It's too damn annoying.




"Should I buy this shirt? I mean, I love New York, do you think is too much?" Amanda asked Chelsea, showing the shirt that said 'I heart NY'. Chelsea tilted her head and took it, she gave it back and shrugged.




"I wouldn't buy it. I don't like pink," She replied, "but if you like pink, buy it. You know I'm not too much of a girly girl."




"You're right. Maybe we can get this shirt in a another colour. How about blue?"




"Dark blue, like this one." She picked up a dark blue shirt for an example. I know she was just trying to make me annoyed, I can tell by the way she glanced at me and smirked. I think I can't stand pregnant women. They drive men insane. Harry used to warn me.




Liam and I were standing outside of the shop, closer to the door to make sure we were keeping an eye on the girls. The city was crowded as always, still haven't changed. The day wasn't hot as I expected, I curse myself for not bringing a jacket.




My hand was in my pocket while the other hand touched the wall, staring at the woman that was driving me crazy. Chelsea.




"Harry texted me that he's with Louis in Chinatown, and, eh, that we should bring the girls there." Liam said after reading a message on his iPhone.




"I had something else in mind, Chelsea and I are going to the Central Park." I asserted. Liam frowned.




"I thought we were going to stick together?"




"Niall and Taylor are visiting the Statue of Liberty, you didn't say anything to them"




"Because Niall bought our tickets, he can do whatever he wants," Liam raised an eyebrow, "you're being dick."




"I wouldn't be a dick if Chelsea was talking to me and not driving me insane." I almost shouted for her to hear. I rested my forehead on the wall.




"Why isn't she talking to you?"




"I don't know!" I groaned. He chuckled. "She's avoiding me since this morning and she didn't mind on kissing me."




"Women," He shook his head, rubbing his forehead with three fingers, "Harry had the same problem when Amanda was pregnant. Shit, he used to come over and spend the night with me when Amy used to kick him out for being nice."






"Nice?"






"Yup."






I sighed.






"I want Chelsea to have fun, not to have a bad time. I think she's mad because I felt jealous to see Louis and her together at the dinner. They were getting close and it worried me."






"Louis? No, Of course not. He will never like Chelsea, she's not his type. You know how he is."




"I know, but I'm afraid Chelsea will like someone else."




"You're all what Chelsea has, she's having a baby, you both are moving and getting married, believe me the least she wants is to leave you." Liam patted my back, "Have you tried to talk to her?"





"Yes. She won't answer! Take a look..." I walked inside with Liam following me.




Chelsea noticed me walking towards her and started walking away. I reached her hand and stopped her.






"We're going to the Central Park, so buy whatever you want and let's get going."




"Amanda and I are shopping, so you can go by yourself." She turned away, her ponytail slapping my cheek.




"At least she answered."




"You're not helping." I sighed.




"Sorry mate," He shrugged and turned to Amanda, "Amy, Harry's in ChinaTown do you want to come?"




"Yeah sure, are you coming, Chels?"




"I thought we were shopping?" She raised an eyebrow.






"We can do that later. We have today and tomorrow, please." She stroked her arm, pursing her lips.






"Whatever I'll just shop by myself." She rolled her eyes, walking towards the dressing room. Amanda gave up and left with Liam.






Chelsea gave me one last look before getting to the dressing room. I followed her without nobody noticing me.






"Show me when you're done."




"Go away." She spat.




"Why are you ignoring me?" I asked.




"You think I like Louis so it hurts me that you doubt my love for you."




"I don't. I wanted to know how you two became friends. Last time I checked, you two hated each other. How did you end up in his house?"




I heard Chelsea whine, "We saw each other in the bus stop, I felt sick and he told me that he wanted to take care of me, it just happened. Jesus."




"Take care of you?"




"Yeah, but not in that way."




"Fine. I'm sorry." I tried to not push her as Liam's words echoed in my mind.




She opened the door, "Move." She pushed me away, to look at the mirror behind me.






"Does this pants look too tight on me? My belly looks like exploding, shit I'm getting fatter."





I laughed, "You're overreacting, you look great."






"Great?" She raised an eyebrow, "Great? Great! Is that all you got? I look like a fucking whale!"






"No you don't, baby. Now take those pants off, your butt looks touchable."




Her cheeks turned bright red, "You're an idiot." She went back inside, before she closed the door I came inside.






"Z-Zayn, you shouldn't be here, and I am still mad at you." She couldn't hide the smile forming on her lips.






"Kiss me and I'll leave." I grinned.




"Just one kiss."




"Okay."




Her eyes closed, she tiptoed to reach my lips but I grabbed the back of her thighs and lifted up, to wrap my torso. She gasped and I wrapped my arms around her wrist, leaving her with no choice to do the same with my neck. She was getting heavy, but I didn't mind. I pushed her against the wall and pressed my lips against her. I licked her bottom lip and she didn't hesitate to let me in. Our kiss was getting heated and fast, my hand were slowly gliding under her shirt and that's when she hold it before it touched any further.




"That's enough, pretty boy." She interrupted.




"More."




"Not here." She smiled and I let her down.




"Tease. Just hurry up so we can go to the Central park."






-Chelsea's POV-






Zayn left the room for me to change. I didn't try anymore since all the size of the shirts I picked up were too little for me. I was getting anxious, my face was getting swollen and I know this was all part of my pregnancy. But still, what if Zayn finds me ugly?




"Babe, please hurry up."




"Shut the hell up, please." I zipped my pants and opened the door, putting the clothes in it's place.




He immediately grabbed my hand and intertwined our fingers.




"Are we going by ourselves?"




"Yeah, do you want someone to come with us?"




"Hm, maybe Louis-"




"Finish that sentence and I'll punish you."






I laughed and rested my head on his arm.






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"Wow, this is... beautiful." I stood on the middle of the bridge, admiring the view of the lake. The leafs from the trees were falling us, and Zayn were picking it up trying to look for one shaped as a heart.




"Harry and I came here by ourselves hours before our concert. Some people thought we were gays."




"This is way beautiful than Paris,"




"I can't agree with that."




"Remember when Emily appeared out of nowhere?"




"Hell," He chuckled, "You were going insane because I didn't see when she was being a bitch to you."




"I saw her last month. She visited me telling me she was sorry."




"'Sorry'? She almost killed you! Don't tell me you forgave her."




His brown eyes met mines, he was getting mad, "I did. She changed and she was so sweet. She wants to see you."




"You're being serious?"




"Yup." I grinned, "Anyways, let's keep walking."




I was glad he didn't keep talking about it. Emily was a psycho but she changed. It makes me doubt, what if she didn't? I know she did, but she was so sick it scared me.




We decided to sit down on the green lawn, away from the other people. We sat crossed legs, looking at the tall towers.




Zayn took of his shoes and placed them next to him, he stretched his legs and propped on his elbows.




"I have a question for you." He looked at me, dead serious.




"Yeah?"




"Before I ask, there are something that I don't know about you. And if I want to marry you, I need to know 100% about you, right?"




"Um, yes..."




"Okay..." He licked his lips and swallowed, "What happened to your parents?"