Zayn's Maid

Chapter 48

Perrie's P.O.V

It was quite early but I felt so tired I fell asleep within seconds of baking in front of the fire, my skin feeling sore and red. I felt Zayn's arms slipping under me and I groaned sleepily as I clung to his t-shirt, feeling cold all of a sudden as he lifted me into the air.

He struggled to carry me up the stairs and placed me safely in bed, kissing me softly on the forehead. I whimpered and pulled him back as he went to slip away, grudgingly opening my eyes to make him feel guilty.

"Don't go," I whispered.

He laughed and kissed me on the lips, biting my bottom lip to give his tongue a way to enter. I made a little noise of appreciation and pulled him onto my body, separating my legs to wrap myself round his waist. My fingers slipped under his shirt but he stopped me quickly, breaking the kiss.

"No Perrie," he said sadly, "I want to, believe me I do, but I can't...not when your like this."

I pouted and released my grasp from his shirt, turning away with embarrassment. The baby hadn't arrived yet and it was already controlling my life.

"Sorry..."

"It's fine, it's kinda wrong I guess," I mumbled.

He chewed his lip and kissed my cheek briefly before leaving the room, looking over his shoulder at me and the tiny baby bump.

"Night babe," he sighed and closed the door, the room plunging into darkness.

I sighed and huddled into the cushions and quilts, wrapping my arms round my stomach. I stared up at the ceiling, remembering the first picture ever taken of the baby. My life flashed before my eyes and it scared me, the sound of a screaming child and dirty nappies. Fantastic.

I rolled over which I found strangely difficult as my bladder seemed to explode every time I moved. It felt like I had a permanent hot water bottle inside me and my skin was sticky with sweat. I groaned and threw the duvet off me, fanning my face with my hands frantically.

In the end I grudgingly tiptoed down the corridor and crashed through the bathroom door as I was blinded by the light, feeling rather sorry for myself.

"Fuck sake," I mumbled, hanging over the bathroom sink while splashing my face with cold water.

The door creaked open and Zayn peeked in awkwardly, staring at me as I dabbed at my face with relief.

"You okay...?"

I nodded and painted a fake smile, acting as normal as possible even though I felt like a melting zombie.

"I'm fine, honestly," I lied.

He narrowed his eyebrows and stepped closer, taking my hand and leading me towards the bedroom again. We lay down together and I rested my head on his chest, feeling instantly soothed as he rubbed my shoulders.

"I love you," he whispered, kissing the top of my head softly.

My eyes widened from the sudden comment, my heart pounding in my chest. It was the first time he had really said he loved me, the first time anyone had said they loved me.

And it felt good.

I sat up and looked at him, my eyes teary from my mixed emotions.

"What?"

He sat up with me and smiled, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear while moving closer.

"I. Love. You."

A tear ran down my cheek and he wiped it away with his thumb, leaning in closer as I whimpered, planting little kisses on my lips.

"I love you too."

And I meant it...

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