Zayn's Maid

Chapter 52

Zayn's P.O.V

She watched as he quickly drove away, leaving the boys stranded in my house when I really needed to be alone. Niall's attitude towards Perrie had made me feel...jealous. I never noticed his feelings towards her and now he was acting like he wished that baby was his, even though he felt I had hurt Perrie.

"So...congratulations?" Louis said shyly.

I clenched my fists and stared at the ground to hide my embarrassment, Perrie shuffling around awkwardly beside me.

"Perrie, go upstairs," I mumbled.

"But-"

"I own you, now go upstairs!" I said firmly, shocked by my own words.

She looked taken aback and nodded very slowly, her eyes brimming with fresh tears.

"God Perrie, I-"

She slammed the door behind her and the patter of her feet as she ran upstairs filled the awkward silence.

"What was that..." Liam asked.

"Nothing," I snapped.

"You own her do you?" Harry smirked, "why didn't you tell us you had a slave?"

I glared at him and my gut twisted at the word "slave." I had never really seen Perrie as my slave, but as a friend who couldn't leave no matter what...because I owned her.

"I...I never-"

"You used her?" Louis cried, appalled.

"No I-"

"So you used her for sex..." Liam sighed.

"And now she's pregnant," Harry said with a laugh.

My fists were turning white with the pressure I had on them, trying to hold my frustration.

"I'm leaving, Im sorry Zayn," Louis whispered sadly.

The three of them stood up and looked at each other disappointedly before waking out, leaving me in the living room to despair. Liam patted me on the shoulder on his way out and smiled sadly, showing his "sympathy."

I could hear Perries muffled sniffs from upstairs as they left, the house suddenly completely still. A tear ran down my cheek and I flinched, wiping it away quickly.

"Perrie..." I whispered before rushing upstairs, her cries making me feel guiltier.

I burst through the door and saw her lying in a heap on the bed, her face buried into my pillow. She didn't look up when I sat beside her but flinched as reached my hand out.

"Perrie...I-"

"No," she snapped, "is that all I am to you? Some slave you can order around whenever you feel like it."

"No, no of course not!" I cried, slightly stung by her words.

I wrapped my arms round her suddenly and I felt her body tremble, crying into her hair as she tried to throw me off.

"I'm sorry," I whispered, "forgive me."

I slipped my hand under her shirt and felt her tiny cold belly on my palm, hoping I could soothe her...

Then she hit me.

Her hand hot against my wet cheek, the sharp sting turning it a deep pink, and the emptiness she left inside me.

"If you think... that I'll just forgive you after touching me like that then...your an idiot!" she screamed, falling into the bed again.

I cupped my cheek and stared at her sadly, she hated me and I could understand that.

But it hurt.

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