Baby Steps (Z.M) Book One✔

~34~

"I'm talking about the father of your baby Sky" she asured me in a amused smirk.

"Exactly, Zayn Malik".

"The dad, tell me who he is".

"Zayn, Malik Emma".

"I think you are not understanding my question" she insisted to see how sure I was with my answer and made a hault to a red light, "Who is the father, the real father and not your erotic day dreams of your daddy celebrity".

"Zayn Malik" I repeated myself.

"Sky! Cut that out" she playfully smacked my arm.

"Cut what out?!"

"Stop stalling. I know what you are trying to do and it ain't gonna work hone so just give me a name!".

I took a deep breath as if I mentally counted to 10. It was then that I realized how frustrating this ended being since Emma clearly thought I was fooling around but I wasn't being sarcastic.

"Zayn, Malik Emma. Zayn Malik! I had sex with the same Zayn who sang pillow talk and who also use to be in the famous boy band, One direction!!"

"You're unbelievably insane, you know that!!" she bursted out laughing.

I shrugged in a very frustrated scowl. I was complete done in trying to sound serious but she just wouldn't believe me. I was now hungry for some french fries and at the same time, a little upset. I wanted so hard to grab her by the shirt and scream at the top of my loungs how I was telling the truth and convinced her once for all but unfortunately that was just all in my head.

"It happened the night you were going to interview him but instead you sent me, remember? His driver drove me to his hotel since Zayn had left early and well, I was drunk" I began to explain.

Emma only started at me, glancing at the rode as she drove who knows where because at this point I didn't really care and enjoying each word I pronounced. It simply just entertainment for her becaause she thought I was lieing, I could see in her eyes nothing but amusement. But I still tried.

"Apparently he had also been drinking and as soon we finished the interview, well you know what happened next" I told her, "I am telling you the truth Em, Zayn is the father".

Emma took a deep breath and smiled at me while shaking her head. This wasn't working and surprisingly I was running out of ideas. The only way I could convince her was to actually show her that he was the father and that was calling Zayn myself or presenting him. But the problem was thay he also didn't know so that was immediately crossed off.

"Alright Sky, I guess I'll let you off today but I'll crack you one day" she told me.

"Of for the love of God Emma!" I groaned, "I know this might of came out wrong but I am being 100% honest with you here!".

"How can I believe such thing if deep down I know you aren't that type of girl who would sleep around at the first opportunity they had and mostly with a pop star" Emma said and as soon she pronounced those words I felt like trash, "You cant pull this one off Sky"

It devastated me, I went in some sort of shock that froze me and made me think how I imature of myself in sleeping with Zayn the first day I ment him. I wasn't sure what it was but as soon my eyes laid eyes in him, that sudden impact I had to lock eyes, was some sort of click. I changed that minute, I couldn't recognize myself and the worse part was I still can't because when I am with him I am a different person. Why did I feel sad about it? I knew I didn't regret it, not one bit. Maybe the fact that my sister has a whole other expectations towards me that she just can't except that image of me.

"Emma please pull over.."

She turned to look at me, puzzled.

"What?"

"Pull over" I repeated myself.

I couldn't handle it anymore, much less hold it back but a wave of emotional tears were at the tip of my eyelides. I needed to some air, I felt suffocated inside the car. My heart ached of what felt some sort of a anxiety attack or depression. I felt terribly sad, disappointed in myself in such devastating way that I felt like sobing my eyes out.

"You feel like throwing up or something?" Emma sounded alarmed.

I couldn't look at her, I felt so embarrassed. I was ashamed at what I had turned into and at the same time I felt frustrated because I didnt know what the hell was wrong with me.

"Just, PULL THE DAMN CAR OVER EMMA!!" I pleaded in a choked cry.

It was then that Emma dropped her amused and joyful expression to see how upset I was. I had my eyes so glossy that I felt the tears pour out any minute.

She paniced and clumsly pulled over to see my unexpected expression. I didn't loose not one second to throw myself out of the car as soon as I felt the hault as she parked. I leaned against the car and finally letting out all the emotiones I had held for what felt ages. Emma got off and walked up to me concerned to see me cry so dramatically.

"Hey, what's going on?" Emma held me arms length and tried to scan my face but I only baried it in my hands as my hair fell on each side of it, completely covering my disgusting sob.

"I'm sorry" I tried to say between snot and cries.

"For what?" she asked me.

"You said you know me but you really don't. Not entirely".

"What on earth are you talking about?".

I sniffed and whipped all the trail of tears that had been left behind on my cheeks and looked up at her, shaking off my hair.

"When I said that I had sex with Zayn that night I interviewed him, I was being serious".

Emma only scanned my face extremely confused while I starred at her with hopefull eyes and smuged mascara. Every drop of tear that trailed off my cheeks were like each second that passed of Emma only blinking so puzzled.

"Why do you think I didn't arrived home that night and why do you think he gave me a ride home? Because I slept with him and he was nice enough to generously bring me home after what had happened"

She didn't even flinch, she held a blank face and held it ever so motionless that I wasn't sure if I was making any progress in convincing her.

"He is the father Emma, I swear on our parents grave that I am telling the truth" I mused while my voice cracked.

For a minute I thought I had failed because she only dropped her arms and shook her head as in disbelief. I looked down to my quivering hands and let out a couple more salty tears. It was such a terrifying feeling, it slowly killed me inside. I held my stomach because I also felt an boisterous ache there.

Before I knew it, it was Emma who wrapped her arms around my small person and I felt her let out a tiring sigh. I immediately embraced her and wrapped my arms so tightly that I felt every inch of her bones tense up. A mob of relief hit me like a slap across my face or letting out a wave of air that I had held for hours under watter. It finally felt good to feel something positive in the day, I absolutely needed it and especially from her.

"I believe you Sky" she mused against my hair, "now I do"...