Zayn's Maid

Chapter 40

Perrie's P.O.V

I groaned in the streaming light that was coming from the window, rolling over to find the bed empty. My stomach was grumbling from the lack of food, the thing inside me jumping around like crazy.

"Morning fatty," Zayn teased, tickling my not so podgy tummy as he strolled into the room.

I screamed and tried to push him away but he pinned me down and laughed, licking my face.

"Your disgusting!" I cried, wiping the excess saliva with the back of my hand.

He chuckled sexily to myself and released me, dragging his finger along my body as he slid off the bed.

"Come down when your ready," he smirked.

I giggled and grudgingly jumped out of bed, pulling my hair into a messy ponytail. It was already eleven am, I had never slept this long. At the POG we were forced to get up at eight every single day, even during weekends. I wondered if I would ever have to get a job even though I was with Zayn who wasn't exactly short on money. I don't think I could cope getting up early anymore, all these long lies were making me lazier by the day...I guess it didn't help that I was pregnant.

Oh yeah...I'm pregnant.

I forget sometimes that there's a little creature inside me as most of the time I feel exactly the same apart from the few times it jolts or makes me vomit in awkward situations.

Zayn had made me a fruit concoction by the time I got down the stairs which I found a difficult task in the morning. He smiled at me even though I looked like a fat zombie with no make up on, my long-sleeved top hanging down one shoulder. I flopped down at the table and banged my head on the glass, sighing sleepily.

"Maybe I should bring you you're breakfast in bed-"

"Oh thank god," I cried, sprinting back up and practically flying into the covers again, face-palming the mattress.

He stood in the doorway holding my bowl of mixed fruits, my stomach gurgling. He placed it in front of me and sat at the end of the bed, watching as I sucked a banana to tease him.

"You dirty girl..."

I laughed and hugged my knees, enjoying the pleasure of eating properly for a change.

"You at the studio again?" I asked through a mouthful of strawberry.

"Yes, unfortunately," he sighed, "I would rather stay here and make up for...what I did to you last night."

He seemed awkward and distant, so I was kinda glad I had the day to myself.

"Zayn I've already told you this, it's fine. I'm fine."

He smiled sadly and kissed my forehead, pulling his leather jacket from the wardrobe. He did look rather sexy in black, his jumper drowning his small build.

"I don't wanna go," he whimpered as I walked him to the door, kissing me on the lips and huffing frustratedly.

"I know."

"So what will you be up to all day?" he asked curiously," its gonna be pretty boring without me here."

He grinned as I hit him playfully, rolling my eyes at his "modesty."

"I'm sure I'll find something to do," I smirked.

I already knew exactly what I was going to spend this long lonely day doing.

Research.

They never really taught us at the POG about pregnancy and abortion, all we ever did was cook and clean and learn how to do our fake tan with out any patching.

I had to know what was going on with my own body.