Protect

Chapter 26

KRIS'S POV

"Good morning."

I slowly lift my head up to find myself half asleep under many blankets on the couch with Zayn. We must have fallen asleep on here last night.

I stretch out my arms and take a deep yawn. This was the first night in many that I didn't have a single nightmare. I look up at Zayn who is slightly chuckling next to me with his dark hair slightly ruffled and his arms warm from me laying in them.

"Whats so funny?" I ask smiling with him.

He is smiling from ear to ear and his laugh is contagious. Either I look funny, or he is an extreme morning person.

"What?!" I ask again as he continues his laughter.

I playfully push his arm and still laughing, he jokes around and throws a couch pillow at me. Oh its on.

"You didn't." I say making him laugh more.

I join his laughter and pick up the pillow and hit him in the arm with it. He continues laughing.

"Is that all you got?" He teases.

I smile and take the pillow and repeatedly hit him playfully in the arm.

"Okay tough guy!" He holds onto my wrists preventing me from my attack and lowers me to lay back on the couch.

He is laying directly above me and we both laugh and smile as I stare into his dreamy brown eyes.

"What were you laughing about?" I ask as he lays semi on top of me to prevent me from hitting him.

He starts to chuckle again. "Nothing." He says smiling.

"Tell me!" I insist.

"You are so cute and funny the way you slept taking up the whole couch and using all the blankets, including me as a blanket, and you wake up stretching out your arms, and well your hair is an adorable mess. Its looks like you had a nice sleep!" He smiles.

"Don't make fun!" I smile and try to hit him but he holds me still.

Its true though, I had an excellent sleep. Once Zayn and I finished our conversation last night, we just passed out.

I join his smile and look up at him. For a moment I feel, at peace. Like everything is right in the world, like I'm happy. But its not right in the world. I am here because my murderous father escaped prison, and my boyfriend is millions of miles away while I am pregnant with his child. As I lay on the couch with another man..

Harry is probably so stressed and so overwhelmed with everything right now. My poor Harry, my innocent, sweet Harry, whom I love and trust and lust so much. Zayn just fills the empty hole in my chest with him gone, as a friend though, only a friend. My sub-conscience reminds me Harry was only a friend in the beginning too. God I hate my sub conscience.

I look back up at Zayn who is smiling away. An enormous pain of guilt hits me and I quickly sit up and stand from the couch, leaving a confused Zayn sitting on the comfortable couch. Here I am happy and laughing, while Harry is probably suffering. The thought of him alone in our big bed makes my heart bleed.

"I um, should go get dressed. Thanks for um keeping me company last night." I say quickly and head to the small bedroom.

"Sure um no problem." Zayn lifts his arm and scratches behind his head, an awkward tick I presume.

I shut the bedroom door behind me and take a minute to clear my head.

Zayn is just a friend. While I am here I have to have some sort of company, don't I? There is nothing to feel guilty about. I miss Harry terribly and I cant remove this picture of his confused face drained of color when I shouted I was pregnant. Maybe if I told Harry sooner about my past none of this would have happened. Harry could have had time to warn Liam and the police and they could have protected me. My father might have not come after me if I was protected. Harry doesn't keep anything from me, he is an open book and I should have told him sooner.

I quickly slip on a pair of black leggings and a pink sweatshirt. I don't feel as sick this morning as I did yesterday. I guess it comes and goes. I am startled when I hear a knock on the door.

"Who is it?" I shout.

"Its Zayn. Um my mum made breakfast, would you like some?" He shouts from behind the closed door.

I open the door and nod my head and follow him to the kitchen. I know I made things awkward between us by dissing him so suddenly. I just, my heart belongs to Harry and just Harry.

"Good morning sweet heart!" Trish says as we enter the kitchen.

The smell of pancakes overwhelms me and my pregnancy kicks in. My desire to eat everything in sight is insane.

"Good morning! Wow smells good!" I say as we take a seat at the table and Trish serves us pancakes. I thank her and begin to devour my plate.

I eat like a viscous animal who has been starved for days. I am so caught up in ripping through my breakfast I barley notice Trish and Zayn staring at me from across the table. Once my last bite is eaten, I look up and my cheeks blush full of embarrassment. I take a napkin and wipe the corners of my mouth trying to make up for the rude display they just witnessed.

These are the times I miss the privacy of my own home where I can eat like a pig and no one can judge me. Harry may tease me yes, but then he will eat even more ravenous than me, making it a contest of who can eat more. I usually win. Except when I went on my health kick. I filled a bowl full of all sorts of fruits and left it on the counter. I wonder if its still there?

"Well you can eat!" I am interrupted of my on going thoughts by Trish's embarrassing comment.

My cheeks blush harder. If Harry was here right now he would be pissed off for Trish embarrassing me. Even though it wasn't meant offensively, its one of Harry's protective instincts, an instinct I love about him the most.

"I'm sorry, I am so embarrassed. I really don't know what got into me."

Zayn laughs and looks at me with his dreamy eyes making me smile. No. Zayn's eyes are not dreamy. Harry. Harry. Harry.

"Don't be embarrassed dear! When I was pregnant I did the same thing!" She smiles and cleans off the table and starts to wash the dishes.

She is so sweet and so is Zayn. I am lucky to be with such a nice family.

Family. Something I will have of my own very soon. I am scared. And feel too young to have a baby. But after Zayn talked to me and calmed me last night, I feel ready.

"So um I was thinking maybe I can show you around town today? You cant stay locked up in here forever." Zayn says.

"Oh um ok. Sure." I don't really have anything else to do.

"If you go out. Don't make yourselves noticed too much and your name is Rachel dear. Zayn do not call her Kris in public." Trish warns.

Zayn nods his head and stands from his chair. I repeat his action and follow his lead out the door and into the some town in the middle East, with Zayn. Wow, two months ago if you told me I would be in the middle East with a boy named Zayn and pregnant with another man's baby, I would have laughed in your face.