Zayn's Maid

Chapter 43

Perrie's P.O.V

An elderly woman scanned the books that I guessed were for pensioners, illnesses I had never even heard of written on the spines. She looked down her nose at me, her glasses sliding down the large slope. I blushed and slammed the book shut, stuffing it in my bag as I was out of sight. The librarian never suspected a thing and I walked out, breathing a sigh of relief.

There was a crowd of people standing at the doors in a huddle, gasping suddenly and flashing cameras at me. I covered my eyes and stood there, frozen to the ground as my stomach squirmed and my legs trembled.They asked lots of questions as I tried to push past them, the answers spinning in my head.

"Is it true your in a relationship with Zayn Malik?"

"Are you going to announce a proposal any time soon?"

"Is it true your carrying his baby?"

I stopped in my tracks and turned to face the woman who was holding a microphone to my lips, a thousand things I wanted to say.

"Leave me alone," I mumbled, continuing my escape through the nosy group of paps.

"So it's true?" she pressed on, bubbling excitedly.

"I said...I said..."

My head started spinning, the unrecognisable faces a huge blur. I dropped, a huge gasp escaping from the crowd as they rushed towards me.

"HEY!" someone screamed, " give her some space!"

A pair of strong arms lifted me up and rushed off towards a large black car, shoving me in the back horizontally. I groaned and flickered my eyes open slowly, jumping as hands slammed against the blackened windows. I avoided clutching my stomach, what a story that would make.

"You okay?" asked the buff man, speeding away quickly and nearly squishing a handful of paparazzi.

I nodded and lay back in the leather interior, closing my eyes again as stars floated in my eyes.

"Who...who are you?" I asked awkwardly.

"The boys body guard," he sighed, "I was in town and noticed all the commotion. Those boys sure can eat."

I looked at the bags scattered all over the car, my own stomach rumbling.

He laughed and handed me a bar of chocolate, the Cadbury melting on my tongue.

"Ignore them," he continued, "the stuff they spout sometimes, I mean look at you? You don't look pregnant to me."

I choked on my last piece of chocolate, spluttering on the pristine white leather. He raised an eyebrow at me in the rear mirror, concentrating on the road.

I blushed and sank into my seat, staring out the window and praying the didn't catch a glimpse of my tiny baby bump. If this was what would happen every time I went out in public, I would go literally crazy.

"Yes, exactly," I mumbled.

"What were you doing out here on your own anyway?" he asked, "your miles away from home."

"I can't go out by myself?"

He cleared his throat at my dry question, frowning and cursing at a lunatic in front of him.

"Sorry. Well...no. When your in contact with one of the most famous boy bands in the world, your targeted. And that's not just the paparazzi, but the screaming fans and army of teenaged girls."

I chewed my lip and remembered how the paps looked at me, like I was something interesting. If they knew my past and where I came from, my life would be sprawled on every newspaper and magazine!

The body guard drew into the large driveway, pulling up at the front door.

"We really should get you checked out," he said, looking over his shoulder at me.

"What about Zayn?"

"Yes, we should call him. You go on inside and I'll let him know what's going on," he said kindly.

"I don't want to disturb him..." I mumbled.

"Your his girlfriend, am I right? He would be worried of he knew you had fainted in front of half the general public and a fandom of paparazzi."

I sighed with defeat and hopped out, running into the warmth of the mansion. I finally got to clutch my stomach in peace, no one watching or judging me to then scribble it down on a notepad to tell the whole world about my problems.

Zayn will be so angry with me...

The body guard didn't come in, his shadow falling over the living room. I opened the door to find him keeping watch, his arms folded across his crotch as he stared into the wilderness.

"You can come in you know?"

He shook his head and looked down at me, grinning to himself even though he was probably seriously hacked off and freezing.

"No, no I can't. I have to stand guard. It's my job," he said firmly.

I shrugged my shoulders and smirked,

"Fine, suit yourself. I'll just go snuggle up in front of the fire with a cup of tea...and I might even have a bath," I teased.

"Your just as stubborn as the boys."

I laughed and closed the door again, filling the kettle up and nearly spilling it everywhere as my stomach churned. I shook it off and poured myself a cuppa, grudgingly taking one out to the stout body guard. He smiled politely and thanked me, but didn't budge from his position on the front porch.

I lay in front of the fire and hoped Zayn wouldn't kick off, snuggling into the fuzzy blanket that usually sat on his bed. His musky scent filled my nose and I felt the desperation to see him walk through the door. After the day I had all I wanted was to feel his arms around me, reassuring me there wouldn't be pictures of my slowly deforming body on glossy front covers.