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Chapter 21: Warm lips

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Chapter 21: Warm Lips

"This should make you feel better by tomorrow," Doctor Mathews, placed a pill under my tongue so it could melt, "don't drink liquid if you haven't eaten all day, it causes stomachache and it's even worse if you're pregnant." He states, "you have a little fever but it's normal, if by tomorrow you don't feel any better call me again. Make sure you rest, Moore."

"Thanks doctor," Zayn and I said simultaneously, he leaded him the way and closed the door when he left, "That means my baby's sick and needs some Zayn medicine, am I right?"

"No." I'm sweating; I manage to speak with the pill melting under my tongue, "What time is it?"

"Three in the afternoon" He answers after checking his watch.

He walked towards me and started unbuttoning my shirt out of nowhere.

"Zayn!"

"You're sweating."

"Yes but I'm cold." I pull the duvet up to my neck, "I wish you would hug me but I'm sick and sweaty."

He was now on top of me, sitting on my thighs but not letting all his weight on me. He grabs the cover and pulls it down, he keeps unbuttoning until the shirt is opened revealing my black bra.

"What are-"

"Come again?" He pressed his forehead against mines and softly kissed my lips, his hands were on my neck and he leaned down to kiss my jaw. I turned my face to the side and he took that as a chance to bite my neck with his lips, he kissed and bit my earlobe - his movements were slow as he licked all the way back to my neck. He bit quite hard my collarbones, probably leaving a mark. I let out a moan and he chuckled against my skin, sending my body warm shivers that spread out in a wave.

"I'm sweaty, Zayn. What the hell?"

"I love you anyways..." He put a finger on my lips, "I'm going to get you soup."

"No!" I whined, "Stay with me! I'm not hungry."

"You still have to eat. I'll tell Taylor to keep an eye on you while I'm back. I might be back in an hour; you know how New York is."

"Okay." He kissed my lips and grabbed his wallet and phone, before leaving.

I buttoned my shirt and closed my eyes, caressing my belly.

"You will have the best father in the world." I whispered and closed my eyes.

Maybe a nap can get rid of this pain.

**

Nope, this nap made my head heavier and twice the pain. My eyes were still closed; I felt that if open them it might hurt. I tried to speak but my lips were blocked.

My lips feel warm.

"Zayn..." The bed moves and I opened my eyes, finding Louis sat on the bed with his hands on his knees. His cheeks are flushed and he was chewing his bottom lip.

"Louis, what are you doing here?" I asked, "Where's Taylor?"

"She had things to do and told me you were sick so I came here. Hope Zayn doesn't mind?"

I sighed.

"He will mind."

Louis pulled a fake smile and I wondered why, "How are you feeling?"

"Good." I lied. "What time is it?" I asked for the second time.

"It's 4:44 pm; do you want me to leave?"