the girls of the boys

perrie probs and bad dreams

NEXT DAY:

Harry still had Kirsten in his arms when he woke up. Her limp sleeping frame resting on his chest, He gently pushed her up and laid her body down on the bed where she continued to slumber. He got up and stretched as he looked at her perfect figure curled in fetal position on his comforter. He smiled and rounded the bed gently kissing her forehead before turning and walking into the brightly lit living room. Blinking a few times he let his eyes get used to the light that was streaming in from all sides. He shuffled into the kitchen and looked for something to eat or something to drink, anything edible. He heard a yawn and glanced up from inside the fridge at Kirsten who had just woken up.

"Good morning, lovely" he smiled and closed the fridge as he sauntered over to her. He enveloped her in a rib crushing hug and she deeply inhaled his scent. She buried her face in his cotton tshirt and he gently rested his chin on her forehead.

"Harry, I-I had a dream, well a nightmare . .  and I . . ." her voice caught in her throat and he let go of her instantly. He cupped her cheeks and held her face close to his as he stared into her eyes intently.

"Baby, what's wrong? What happened?" he asked concern had washed over his face and he waited for her reply.

"I-just, I mean you, Harry . . . somebody tried to kill me, they climbed into your bedroom . . ." she said her voice fading out as she looked up at him. His face had shifted to a look of determination. "Did they hurt you?"

"Yeah but it doesn't matter," she said as she saw his eyes darting around the home.

"And I didn't get there in time to save you?" he whispered as he rested his forehead against hers.

"No, but Harry that doesn't matter, I-"

"Hey!" his voice coming out louder than he'd expected, "don't say that, it does matter and I'll always be here to protect you. Always." he said softening his tone as he pulled her head close to his chest again. She smiled as she tightened her grip around his midsection and laid her head against his chest hearing the constant thump of his heart.

Meanwhile at Zayn's flat:

Becca fluffed a throw pillow causing a cloud of dust to billow up as she coughed and dispersed the dust with her hand.

"Are you sure you want me to be here?" she asked hesitantly as she returned the pillow to it's corner on the couch.

"Yes, I'm sure, just hang in the bedroom, yeah?" he asked as he looked up at her. He was hunched over the glass coffee table and straightening up some Sports Illustrated magazines that had gotten disarrayed. Becca bit her lip but continued to make final adjustments to the house to make it presentable. She heard the chime of the doorbell and took a step to answer it. She halted and looked at Zayn sheepishly.

"Oops, I'll just be in here," she said jerking her thumb in the direction of the bedroom. She turned quickly and silently scampered into the refuge of the room and closed the door behind her. She sat down on his bed and her feet fidgeted with her gray slipper boots. She heard a laugh and Zayn's muffled voice and assumed their guest had arrived. She paced quietly up and down the width of the bedroom, occasionally stopping to look at her worried reflection in the mirror and smooth down some stray curls. She heard more laughter and more sounds of people talking. She pressed her cheek against the cool white wood door and listened as hard as she could for any distinguishable words, but to no avail. She sat ont he edge of the bed and threw herself backwards in frustration. She lay there with her arms outstretched and her body flopped out, covering the majority of the bed and she stared at the ceiling.

Becca!" she heard a female voice call, "I know you're in there, come on out! I won't bite!" A light laugh followed and Becca poked her head out the door cautiously. She spied Zayn in the kitchen with a teapot in his hand. She waited further instruction from Zayn as to whether to come fully out or retreat to the safety of the bedroom. Zayn nodded and pulled a tea bag from the cupboard and Becca stepped the rest of the way out. She walked over the the couch and hastily sat down next to Perrie.

"Hey Perrie" she said politely avoiding her eyes.

"Hey Becca, did Zayn tell you?" She asked cocking her head and puckerng her lips.

"He wouldn't have had time to tell me anything in the time you've seen him to the time I have," she snapped and rolled her eyes looking at Perrie.

"Becca," she glanced up when Zayn re-entered with her tea. "Ooh, chamomile, thanks boo," she smiled at his completely ignoring Becca. Becca bit her tongue and felt blood in her mouth. She glanced at Zayn and could tell he was uncomfortable too. Zayn took a step backwards and slowly exited the libing room.

"Becca, Perrie has something to tell you, I need to get some fresh air." he said backing up and grabbing his coat off the hook before leaving and closing the door. Becca looked at Perrie with flat eyes of disgust and annoyance evident. Perrie smiled sweetly and looked at Becca like a child.

"Becca, well, Zayn is going to be a daddy! Congratulations!" she smiled pulling Becca in for a hug. Becca remained stiff and her blood boiled.

"What?" she said through clenched teeth once Perrie released her.

"Well, I was late, and I'm never late, so I got three tests and all three were pink pluses! Zayn's a daddy!" she smiled looking at her stomach.

"What?" Becca repeated but eerily quieter.

"Look honey, Zayn and I fucked. Now I'm knocked up. And it's Zayn's, deal." Perrie said flatly as she rolled her eyes at Becca.

"How are you pregnant? I know Zayn uses condoms." she hissed through gritted teeth.

"Yes, but I was on the pill." she said as though it was obvious.

"You said 'was'" Becca inquired warily.

"Well, I knew our flame was slowly dying, and I knew there was someone else, a.k.a. you. So a few times before we stopped . . . fucking, I got off the pill, and now Zayn's mine," she stated as if it was a simple decision.

"Wait, what, what the hell, are you serious right now?" Becca asked as she shot up from her seat so she was towering over Perrie. Perrie bowed her head and looked at her hands in shame.

"I wanted to keep Zayn and was willing to do whatever possible, besides, you're not from this world, you don't have the guts to tell him and start a scandal that will literally shatter his career, his life. And anyway Zayn will care about his family and this baby more than he ever cared about you." Perrie spat, the words tumbling out almost faster than Becca could comprehend.

"Thank God I'm not apart of your twisted world, you are a horrible human being." She said wrinkling her eyebrows in a mixture of shock and confusion. "How can you do this to Zayn? All he's ever done is care and love you, you're a conniving little bitch," she sneered as she crinkled her nose at her.

"Watch it there little miss goody two shoes, wait until you start to see people's real personalities, the tables will turn and the only true bitch left, will be you." Perrie snorted as she stood up and wrapped her tan trench coat around herself. She triumphantly strode past Becca, hitting her with her shoulder before coming to the door and slamming it, giving Becca a wicked smile.