struggling with the hate | z.m b2

Chapter 31: Feeling Pain

Zayn's POV

There's a loud thud as I fell, it took me exactly a second to realise that it was my head hitting the floor. Automatically, I bring my hand where it hurts the most and I open my eyes as I hear Chelsea shout again.

"My water broke!"

"Too Soon...?" Isabella shouts too, running towards the stairs. Paul grabs my arm and pulls me up.

"Zayn you're bleeding," Jake points at my hand that was touching the back of my head a second ago. I look down at it, I am bleeding. I already have a headache and now that Chelsea is having a baby now makes me feel sick.

"Chelsea?" Paul helps me walk towards the staircase. Isabella is helping Chelsea walk down the stairs.

"She needs to go to the hospital," Isabella tells Paul, he nods and carries Chelsea outside. Isabella grabs the keys while Jake and I head towards Isabella's car.

"Zayn hit his head and he's bleeding," Paul says looking at Isabella who's sat in the passenger seat, she turns to me as he continues, "it's dangerous he might black out in any moment."

"I'm alright guys; can we all focus on this screaming girl?" I bring Chelsea to me but she pushes away, whimpering and spreading her legs, almost filling the space. Jake groans.

"This baby is going to come out, and when it does I'm going to fucking cut your balls, Zayn Malik!"

**

"Most cases like these ends terrible," The nurse informs me as she hands me a glass of water and two pills, "most people slips into coma, it's a good thing you were close to a hospital..." I swallow the pills with the water and sigh. I got stitches and my head still is pounding terribly.

The nurse leaves the room and I lie back in the bed, thinking. Thinking if I should go to the room where Chelsea is or stay here... I know I should go and see her, but it's my first time experiencing this. I'm going to be a father, and this is the first time I say this without smiling.

"Zayn?" The curtain next to me is removed, revealing Louis on the bed looking sick. "What happened?"

"You look pale," I stand up in surprise and walk towards him, "Are you dying?"

"No. Do you want me to?"

"No."

He chuckles, "You haven't answered my question."

"Chelsea is having a baby, right now," I cross my arms against my chest, shaking my head, his eyes are the size of beach balls, "I'm afraid, you know? Now I know what Harry felt."

"Zayn, this is not about you," He tells me, "This is about Chelsea right now, she's the one who's feeling the pain, who's scared and she needs you..." He takes a breath.

I hug Louis, realising what I just did as he hugs me back, "I love you man."

"I thought you were going to punch me."

"I will if you fucking try to put a damn finger on Chelsea again." I pull away, glaring at him.

"I'm sorry for being an asshole."

"Sorry for using violence with you,"

"Stop stalling; go with Chelsea before I do." He pretends to stand up.

"Hope you feel better, I'll be back."

**

Isabella points at the room Chelsea's in while Paul rubs her back. Jake asks if he can go in with me but Isabella tells him I need privacy.

As I open the door to the room, my eyes land on Chelsea who's groaning and crying while the nurse calms her down.

"The doctor is in his way here, I'll go search for him." The nurse says leaving us both alone.

"Go away Zayn, this is your fault!"

"My fault?" I smile, pulling a chair next to the bed. I hold her hand and kiss its top, "Do you now hate me, baby?" She looks at me and the hand I just kissed took a grip of my collar, almost choking me.

"This is no time for joking!"

"You're going to be okay," I assure her, leaning to kiss her forehead, "I'm here for you; I'm here to feel this pain too. I love you, Chelsea." I press my lips on her skin. "You make me the happiest man on the planet."

Her watery blue eyes meet mines; she brings her hand to my cheek.

"A doctor told me I was too young and I might have a problem, the baby wasn't supposed to-"

"I need you to be strong like you always are, Chelsea."

She shuts her eyes and shakes her head while her tears stream down her cheeks, "It hurts so much, Zayn." She sniffs. "I'm scared."

"Let's get this started," The doctor walks into the room.

"Stay with me?" Chelsea holds my hand.

"Always."

Wrote this like in 20 mins, I guess? Wattpad hates me bc it keeps deleting my drafts :( and... SCHOOL IS FUCKING MY LIFE. I DONT EVEN HAVE TIME TO BREATHE. And sorry for spelling mistakes!

DONT HATE ME GUYS I LOVE YOU SO MUCH, U GUYS R MY FRIENDS. LIKE IF WE WERE TOGETHER IN A SCHOOL, WE WOULD SIT IN A POPULAR TABLE!