Zayn's Maid

Chapter 51

Perrie's P.O.V

1 hour later...

The doorbell rang and I greeted them cheerfully, my face falling at the dull aura that seemed to travel around with Niall.

"H-hey..." I said cautiously, worried he may snap at me.

He surprisingly grinned and strolled in along with the rest of the boys, every one of them handing me some sort of alcohol or food.

"Hey Zayn, get me a drink will you?" sighed Harry, flopping onto the couch where Zayn and I had dry humped.

I blushed and went to the kitchen where Zayn was organising beers and vodka with cranberry. He smiled and sat them all on a tray, rolling his eyes as he placed it in front of them.

They jumped on the drinks and slurped them down, Niall staring into his empty glass.

"Not having any, Miss Perrie?" he said dryly.

My heart thumped in my chest as I searched for a believable answer, my lips opening and closing as no words came out.

"She's not drinking," Zayn butted in, "not after last time."

I breathed a sigh of relief which was cut off by Niall's harsh tone. He waved the vodka under my nose and I flinched, tempted to grab the bottle and take a swig. But I resisted.

"No Niall, I'm not drinking," I said firmly, not understanding why he was being so disrespectful.

"Maybe you'd care to explain why, Zayn?" he muttered, not looking into anyone's eyes.

"Come on Niall," Liam groaned.

"Yeah I came here to have a good time..." Louis laughed nervously.

"No. I want him to admit what he's done," he growled though gritted teeth, "what he's done to her!"

He suddenly grabbed my wrist and pulled me closer, our faces inches away.

"Niall..." I whispered, my eyes brimming with tears.

"Tell them," he said quietly, a little softer this time.

My stomach jolted again and squirmed as I panicked, feeling sick and lightheaded. I shook my head and his grasp tightened, pulling me even closer as he shook my shoulders.

"Tell them!" he shouted in my face.

I yelped and the tears slipped down my cheeks, everyone gobsmacked by the scene in front of them.

"Let her go Niall..." Zayn said calmly, reaching his hand out to me.

He winced and squeezed my wrists until they bled, my eyes glazed over as the room started spinning.

"Tell them," he cried again, his own tears forming in his blue eyes.

"Zayn!" I whimpered, "just do it..."

The boys looked at each other with confusion and Niall slipped his hands down my body, cupping my stomach in his palm. I gasped and squeezed my hands into tight fists as he rubbed slowly and gently.

"This should have been mine..." he whispered.

"Wait, so your..." Liam breathed.

"And it's-"

"Stop! Just stop okay!" Zayn cried frustratedly, "Niall, leave, and the rest of you! I don't want you here, this is my business!"

"But... why didn't you tell us?" Louis asked sadly.

I wretched and shoved Niall hard in the chest, running towards the bathroom and throwing up all over the floor. I cried hysterically and sat on all fours, the tears running down my nose. The commotion from downstairs was deafening and I cupped my ears to block it out, but it was no use.

I heard a loud crash and jumped, clutching my stomach protectively as if someone may hurt it. My body felt hot and a bead of sweet had appeared on my brow as I struggled to stand up, slowly swaying towards the door.

"Zayn..." I whispered, clinging to the banister for balance.

"Perrie!" Niall cried as I lost my footing, falling head-first into his chest. I noticed the large bruise on his left eye but was in too much of a state to comment.

He held me close and pulled me upright, Zayn catching my eye in the corner.

"Zayn..." I repeated and he rushed towards me, pulling me out of Niall's embrace.

He looked hurt and grunted, turning on his heel to walk out.

"I hope you can forgive me, Perrie," he said quietly, slamming the door behind him as I stood dazed in Zayn's arms.

I never really understood Niall's feelings towards me, but judging by his aggressive behaviour and the way he spoke of me...it was perfectly clear.