Chloe's P.O.V.
Zayn helps me put all of the groceries into the trunk and we get back into the car. I look over at him and smile while starting the car and putting the radio on. My heart twists as the familiar tune comes on to me and Zayn's song. I look over at him and he is flashing his perfect winning smile at me. I rip my eyes off of him and I focus on the road. Thoughts run through my head and I think about to the last time I saw him and that's when I got home. Zayn used to be the one that I would always go to when I needed to get away and he was always there to comfort me.
It hurts my heart that I know that he has hurt me so much that I probably will never be able to forgive him and I wish everyday that I could. He was my first love and the one that took my virginity back when I was fourteen years old. I loved him so much that it physically hurt when I didn't see him all that time and it hurts now because I am so deeply in love with Harry and I want to build a life with Harry and I am having his child...our child. Harry was my dream guy since I met Amy and he still is.
He makes me feel like a princess and protected every day. He is the stars to my night and the sun to my day. He makes me feel wanted but not recently. I have this feeling in my gut that he is doing something that he shouldn't be and that I'm not enough for him any more. That's the confusing part.
I push those thoughts to the back of my mind as we pull up to the house and I don't see Harry's black range rover...what a shocker. I park my car and we both get out and carry in the groceries. Zayn sets them on the counter and he looks around.
Me: Would you like a tour?
Zayn: Yeah.
I begin to show Zayn the entire house and the last room I show him is the nursery.
Zayn: Hove you picked a name?
Me: Not yet. I haven't decided.
Zayn: Well I have one.
Me: You do? What is it?
Zayn: I think Savannah is pretty.
Me: I like that! I'll talk to Harry.
Zayn half smiles and we head back downstairs. I begin making dinner which is hamburgers and Zayn helps me and I smile and laugh at his silly jokes. This is what I've missed about Zayn. He knows how I am and he makes me forget all of my worries. Deep down I will always have love for him but I love Harry more than anything even though everything he has done to me.
My phone vibrates and it's a text from Harry.
Harry: Hey babe. I'll be home in twenty minutes.
Me: Okay.
I tell Zayn the news and he nods while grabbing his leather jacket.
Me: Do you want me to take you anywhere?
Zayn: No, I'll be okay. Can I have a hug though?
I smile at his request and I pull him into a hug. He holds me tight and I take in his minty but smoky scent. I've missed that. I let go of him and he smiles while walking out the front door. Ugh, this is so confusing.
Soon enough, Harry comes home and he stumbles through the door and I can tell that he is...drunk.
