Zayn's Maid

Chapter 37

Perrie's P.O.V

Savan led me into the house, standing in the hallway awkwardly and looking down at my gut. I squirmed under gaze uncomfortably and covered myself up, the box now safely back in my pocket.

"Do you need me to stay with you?" she asked.

I shook my head and smiled at her, I had to do this alone.

"No, thank you," I said, wrapping my arms round her.

She patted my back and slipped out the door, looking back at me sadly.

"I'm sorry this happened to you Perrie."

The door banged sending a ghostly echo through the house, the feeling of being alone finally hitting me. I turned to face the staircase and sighed, trying to pluck up some courage.

I reached the bathroom and started to cry, I didn't even know why I was crying yet. The box told me the steps (thank god as I had no I idea what I was doing), my fingers trembling as I pulled out the white stick. I followed the steps in hysterics, why me? Why is this happening?

I sat the plastic that could hold the key to my future on the sink and sank to the floor as I waited. My heart thumped in my ear and my body kept rocking back and forth, my nails getting shorter and shorter by the second. My hair was dangling in rats tails around my waist, my skin tingling from the cold.

The clock ticked by and I kept shrugging it off, telling myself everything would be okay. I willed to myself the little screen would give me the answer I wanted.

I promised myself I would never have kids after what happened to me, I couldn't cope with the thought of them crying for me like I did for my parents.

I finally reached up and picked the stick up, my hand shaking with nerves. I clutched it to my chest and prayed it would just be a big misunderstanding.

Zayn barged through the door, gasping for breath as I peeked at the screen. My heart sank and I burst into tears, the little piece of plastic I wanted to shatter slipping through my fingertips.

Pregnant.

"Fuck," Zayn breathed, falling to his knees beside me.

His shoulders trembled but no tears escaped from his eyelids, just a blank expression written across his face.

"Is that all you can say?" I whispered dryly, staring at the four walls that seemed to be closing in on me.

"I...I'm so sorry," he cried, squeezing his eyes tightly shut and shaking his head.

"What...what are we going to do."

The tears were streaming down my face and he crawled closer to me, one hand cupping my face, the other sliding over my stomach.

"Please don't."

I didn't want him touching it like it meant something to him, this is the last thing he would have wanted right now.

"But it's-"

"No! It's nothing!" I screamed, getting to my feet and stumbling slightly, feeling dizzy all of a sudden.

He caught me under my arms and supported me, pulling my body to his chest. I cried into him and squeezed his shirt between my fingers, the pregnancy test still lying on the ground.

"Don't baby...Don't say that," he whispered, " we made it, it's our problem and it will always be something."

I flinched from his words and clutched my stomach, my eyes widening at the little jolts inside me. I took his hand and placed it on my cold skin, his fingers stroking my belly gently. It's not what I wanted but I still felt like I had to feel these things, feel the love through his fingertips. But I just couldn't do it.