My Best Friend's Brother

Chapter 11

-Javadd

I kiss Niall goodbye and walk to my car. When I get in, I see Zayn looking out like always.

"How did it go with Harry? Did he find out?" He looks back at me as I start up the car.

"He almost found out, I had to lie and say that they were science test scores!" He looks worriedly at me. I rub his leg with my free hand.

"It will be alright, at least he doesn't know!" He nods and looks back out as I drive down our street and see Harry checking his mail. I honk my horn and he waves, Zayn just slouches in his seat. I get out and he makes his way across the street to where I am.

"Wanna hang today?" I look back at Zayn who's already gotten out and has rushed inside.

"Sure, why not? Let me just put my bag down." He nods and I jog inside.

"I'm gonna hang with Harry for a couple hours. I'll be back before sundown." As I'm about to walk back out Zayn grabs my wrist and turns me around.

"Make sure not to tell. I know how you are with secrets, Javadd." He warns me. He is right about the secret thing, I couldn't keep a secret to save my life but I must keep this one if I want to keep my brother's trust.

"Okay, I will. I promise." He lets go of my wrist and walks out of the room. I walk outside and meet Harry.

"What do you wanna do?"

"Footy?" He nods and we go to his yard and start kicking it back and forth.

"How have you been mate?" I shrug again and kick the ball back to Harry.

"Pretty good." He nods and traps the ball with his foot.

"Same. Do have any idea what's up with Zayn?" He kicks it back to me and I raise my eyebrow.

"What do you mean?"

"I found these pictures in his pocket. I didn't see much of it because he grabbed it out of my hands but they sure didn't look like 'test scores'." I bite my lip to keep from saying Oh! They aren't test scores you doof! It's your baby! I smile at him and kick the ball hard so it passes him. He chases after it and I sit on the grass then run my hand through my hair.

"Don't tell him. No matter how much you want to. Don't tell!" I whisper to myself. He runs back and lays on the grass with me.

"Tired all ready, Malik?"

"Only a little." He gets up then helps me up and pats me on the back.

"How about we go to my house for snacks?" I offer and he laughs.

"Only if they're chips and not that healthy shit you try to feed me to get me."

"So what if I've tried to sneak a carrot or some celery in the popcorn bowl. It's so you could be a little healthier."

"I can be healthy on my own."

"Fine." We walk over to my house and I turn on the telly. He grabs the chips and comes back out. He sits next to me on the couch.

-Zayn

I walk to the mirror next to my closet and look at my stomach. I have a baby inside of me.

My baby.

Harry's baby.

Our baby.

This is unbelievable. I look back at the pamphlets that the nurse gave me. She gave 3 different ones: Abortion, Adoption, and Teen Pregnancy. I pull my sweater down and look at the different ones. I hear door closing and I look up.