struggling with the hate | z.m b2

Chapter 22: Midnight Walk

I'm going to be inactive guys, ugh, today I saw my results and I'm failing... so I have to study more and get off the internet before my parents kill me so yeah... Not edited. Oh and this story can't be rated anymore, it's RATED R. fuck yeah lol

Chapter 22: Midnight Walk

Zayn should know me better than that. I'm getting married with him; does he really think I might leave him for Louis? It sounds so wrong - he is so wrong. I had all the opportunities to be with Louis and I didn't take them, because I don't love Louis. I love Zayn. I'm having his baby, there's no way I'd be with Louis. I don't think Louis would like me though, maybe a bit but as a friendship, a weird friendship but I know he doesn't have feelings for me.

It's four in the morning and I'm awake on the bed, wishing this hell of the headache could just leave me the heck alone. My phone's is on the nightstand and I want to take it to check my Twitter but I'm afraid to see what they're saying about me. I know it's not about whitebxtch17, I know it doesn't have to do with me having a hate account. The hate is because Zayn lying to be with Perrie, and wanting to marry a girl who was a tomboy, suicidal girl. But I changed, I might not be good enough for Zayn but I can make him happy.

I know it's because of that. In the airport the fans saw Zayn and I holding hands, by now they should know he was never with Perrie. What would happen when the fans find out One Direction is unmanaged? They would say it's my fault.

"Baby..." Zayn's raspy voice startles me, his eyes are still closed and his lips are forming a smile, "I love you."

"I love you too." I said back and he opened his eyes.

"You're awake?"

"Yeah."

He pulled me to his chest and wrapped his arms around me, his legs tangling with mines and he kissed the top of my head, "Are you still feeling sick?"

"No." I lied. "I'm not sleepy; I slept all the afternoon..."

"Hm," He breathed and caressed my cheek, "Do you want to go for a walk?"

"No, no," I shook my head, "It's four in the morning, you should sleep."

"I only sleep, if you sleep." He kissed my nose, "Get into something warm, its cold outside."

"But Zayn..." I whined guilty.

"Now." He demanded and I sighed, getting out from the bed.

**

Zayn and I walked out of the hotel, hand in hand, he was wearing a black coat and I was wearing his jacket.

"Where are we going?"

"Do you want to go to the bridge again? It's peaceful there and yesterday we didn't have time alone since the paparazzi came to ruin everything."

"Yeah okay." I shrug, I didn't want to go for a walk, and my back's hurting.

This was going to be a long walk, the bridge is far from here, and I didn't realize I let out a groan.

"Is something wrong?"

"No." I quickly answered. Zayn frowned, his brown eyes meeting my blue ones and I only gave him an assuring smile.

"You're still sick, aren't you?" He asked.

"Yes. My back is hurting."

"Come..." He stepped in front of me, giving me his back.