A Night to Remember (Jerrie Fic AU) STORY ON EDIT MODE

Chapter One

"Babe, get up." I hear Zayn whisper, giving my side little nudges. "We're going to be late." I grunt, refusing to get up. I'm not much of a morning person, and Zayn is well aware of that. There's a reason that I'm a nighttime singer in a hotel.

Today was my doctor's appointment with my new doctor. The last doctor rubbed me the wrong way. Most of them do. I can never find one that I like. Zayn says I'm way too picky, so he took it upon himself to choose the next doctor. He says that she's a top notch doctor, but I doubt it. Most of them get good grades, and are book smart, but I need someone that can walk the walk and not just give me a bunch of bullcrap about them going to Yale or something.

"Perrie, please?" Zayn says, giving me a light peck on my cheek. "C'mon, it's in an hour."

I sigh, finally getting up from my warm inviting bed. "Okay, I'm up." I grumble. I rub my eyes, hoping to remove some of the sleep away. "What's the name of the doctor again?" I ask. I'm haven't been the best at remembering things lately. I don't know whether it's the raging hormones or something, but it's quite annoying.

"Doctor Thimhall, I think." Zayn said, clearly forgetting the name to our doctor. "Now, go put on some pants, love. Don't wanna be late."

I rolled my eyes at him, we're always late anyways. What difference does it make?

"Can I pick the music now?" I whine. We've been listening nonstop to Chris Brown. I don't think our baby and I could handle much more of it!

"Whatever you want, babe." He tells me. I smile, clapping with glee. I flipped through the radio until I landed on a Katy Perry song. Sadly it ended before I got a good feel on what the song actually was. The next song took me a bit by surprise. Now you were standing there right in front of me/I hold on, it's getting harder to breathe/All of a sudden these lights are blinding me

It was Harry, Zayn's best mate, on the radio!

"Oh my god! It's Harry, Zayn!" I pointed at the radio. "Since when did his songs play on the radio?" I asked curiously. Harry and Zayn went to primary school and secondary school together. I guess you can say they practically grew up together.

While Zayn later went on to university with his other mates, Harry took the route less traveled by, and worked on his music. After about three years of hard work, and many failed attempts, Harry finally found a record label that took him seriously, and made him a big hit.

Zayn just shrugged. "I don't really know, love. I haven't spoken to him in a while, so I can't really keep up. He is getting pretty popular fast, though." I nod in agreement as we listen to Harry's lovely voice.

"I never understood why you didn't pursue music, babe?" I thought out loud. "I mean, you have an amazing voice. I bet you would've gotten just as popular as Harry if you did." It's true. At one point in time, Zayn almost auditioned for the X Factor, but got cold feet, and bailed.

Zayn just shook his head at the idea. "I'm content with what I have." He says with a smile. "You, the baby, and teaching. I don't need anything else." I smile, taking his free hand in mine. He lifts the back of my hand to his lips, pressing them lightly against my hand. Zayn was always a simple man. From when my best friend, Leigh Anne introduced us to each other, to when he got down on his knee and proposed. I couldn't ask for a better husband. He was simply perfect. "I love you," I tell him, giving him a peck on the cheek. He smiled. "Love you too."