Sober.

Fifteen.

I woke up to Zayn snoring his face off, I tried to roll him over but it was no use. I got up walking in to the kitchen before putting a kcup in the coffee machine and watching as my tea came out. The aroma made my mouth water, tea was my weakness. I felt Zayn walk up behind me and nuzzle his face in to my neck. "Why'd you leave?" "You were snoring." "Oh really?" He laughed and turned me towards him. "I love you, you little stinker." I giggled as he started to chase me around the kitchen, "Zayn no." He laughed and grabbed me from behind before spinning me around. I felt it coming as soon as he stopped spinning me, he put me down and I ran towards the bathroom. I sat down in front of the toilet and puked up everything I had in me, I felt Zayn pull my hair as I threw up. Zayn helped me up before I brushed my teeth from the nasty taste. I hated morning sickness, it definitely wasn't my friend. I laid down on our bed before closing my eyes and holding on to Zayn. "I'm sorry I made you sick baby." "It's okay baby it would of happened anyways." He kissed my forehead lightly while holding on to me. God I loved this man.