Zayn's Maid

Chapter 42

Zayn's P.O.V

I knew I would be attacked with questions from the boys about the whole slap from the other day. But I just wasn't ready to answer them. I had hardly come to terms with the whole situation myself, never mind explaining it to them.

Niall watched suspiciously as I moped into the lobby, flopping onto the sofa. The rest of the boys hadn't arrived yet and I could feel the awkwardness between us.

"So...how's your face?" he asked, laughing nervously.

I rubbed the back of my neck and gulped, remembering how pissed of Savan was with me and the satisfying crack her hand against my cheek made.

"Um...fine I guess."

"So where have you been sticking your dick now, hm?"

My face flushed and I couldn't look him in the eye.

"Oh my god..."

"Niall!"

"Perrie?"

I nodded and he made a growling sound like he was angry with me too.

"God Zayn! I thought you would have been smarter than this? She's fifteen!"

"I know, I know," I sighed, rolling my eyes frustratedly," I like her Niall."

"A little too much," he muttered as the other boys strolled in, rubbing their eyes sleepily.

"Hey guys...what's with the tension in the air?" Harry asked, laughing awkwardly.

"It's nothing," we said, our voices in sinc.

Liam, Louis and Harry looked at each other oddly, not believing us for a second.

"Where's Perrie?" Louis asked, looking around as if she might be hiding somewhere.

"She's...not well," I said, not lying yet not quite telling the truth,"she's at home."

Niall chuckled sarcastically to himself, making the agitation build inside me. Why was he so protective over Perrie? Why should he care?

Savan glared at me as she walked in, pulling me aside quickly.

Well?" she whispered firmly, "Is she okay? Is she..."

"Savan, not now."

"Don't take that tone with me Zayn," she snapped,"she's too fragile for this, you're teenagers."

I looked away and nodded, feeling ashamed for what I had done.

"I know...and that's what scaresme," I muttered.

She smiled sadly and wrapped her arms round me awkwardly, patting my back.

"Do the boys know?"

I shook my head and sighed, I mean how are you supposed to tell four teenagers that you've got a fifteen year old girl pregnant?

"I don't know how to-"

"Don't," she said sharply, holding me out at arms length.

"What? Why-"

"She's not keeping it, is she? Why embarrass yourself?"

She had a point, I didn't know if we were keeping the baby, Perrie didn't want kids. I wasn't ready.

I nodded again and pushed away from her, the boys staring oddly but not saying anything to avoid awkwardness. I smiled casually and sat down again, waiting for instruction. Niall looked tense, biting his nails and staring at the walls around him.

"I was surprised to see you alive," Louis joked, no one laughing except Harry.

"So what did you do to offend her?," he asked, "did you call her fat or make fun of her dress sense?"

Savan was an "odd" person, she wore dull and depressing outfits yet clashed it extravagant jewellery. I worried she might strangle me with her long chains and brightly coloured scarfs.

"Something like that," I lied.

Liam chuckled to himself and bit into a cookie from the food pile in the corner, which was surprisingly full considering the five hungry teenagers in the room. Niall's eyebrows narrowed but he didn't look at me, just stared into nothingness.

He knew I was lying, he knew something wasn't right...and that scared me.