Zayn's Maid

Chapter 35

Zayn's P.O.V

I insisted that she came with me to the studio, worried that she would faint or choke on her own vomit if I left her alone. She nodded and pulled on her jeans and a jumper, shivering even though I had placed her in front of the fire with the heating turned up. Her face was a pale shade of green and her eyes were lined with dark circles, she looked exhausted.

"Come on," I whispered, picking her up and running out to the car," the boys will be glad to see you!"

She smiled sadly and buckled her seat belt, turning the radio on and wincing at the heavy metal music. I watched her turn it down and sigh with relief, starting up the car and reversing down the driveway....

It took at least half and hour to get to the studio but I guessed it would be a good opportunity to discuss what was wrong with her.

"So...what kinda symptoms do you have?" I asked awkwardly, not really sure how to deal with situations like this.

"Zayn, honestly I'm fine! It will be one of those 24 hour things," she sighed.

"It's been more than 24 hours."

She glared at me with her bloodshot eyes and laughed, staring out the window at the pouring rain.

"I'm taking you to the doctors whether you like it or not."

"No! I mean...I will, but ill go alone," she said, laughing nervously.

I looked at her suspiciously like she was hiding something from me and pulled into the studio, noticing the other guys cars.

"Fine, it's not far from here," I said, "I'll make you an appointment."

"Okayyy," she moaned, stepping out and sprinting towards the entrance.

What was she so afraid of?

The boys grinned at her as she came into the lounge, Niall glancing up at her white face.

"Hey Perrie," he said oddly, "you feeling...okay?"

"Just a sickness bug," she said quickly before I could answer for her.

She sat and chatted away with the boys, ignoring the fact that she could throw up at any moment.

"So you'll get a preview of our new single!" cheered Harry, giving Perrie a huge grin.

She laughed softly and smiled, sipping at the diet coke I got for her.

"What's it called," she asked curiously.

"Story of my life!" Louis said which he had been humming all morning.

"Niall has two solos," Liam smirked.

"Hey!"

Niall threw a cushion at him as our vocal coach, Savan, walked in the room, giggling at out lack of maturity.

"You ready boys?" she asked, grinning at Perrie, " and who's this?"

"Perrie," I said, "Savan."

I introduced them to each other and they shook hands politely, laughing through the awkwardness.

"Well hello, Perrie. Zayn's never brought a girl here before," she said, making my face flush, "aw look at you."

She pinched my cheeks and dragged us into the glass panelled room one at a time to sing our solos. Perrie watched from outside, smiling at me as I sang my verse to her.

I finally escaped from the tiny room and rushed out to her, my mobile in hand. She looked at it nervously and chewed her lip, knowing exactly what I was going to do.

Doctors.