struggling with the hate | z.m b2

Chapter 32: New Malik

Chelsea is now sweating, and so am I. Everything seems to go in slow motion... as the doctor walks inside along with a few nurses. Chelsea tightens her grip in my hand.

A nurse puts a cap, covering all of her hair and wipes her sweat with something I don't even know. I'm focused on Chelsea. She looks weak. She screams and I shut my eyes, bringing her hand to my lips.

I open my eyes again to see Chelsea Moore.

Chelsea Moore...

"Well, I'm going to sleep." I said as I walked into the bathroom to change, leaving Chelsea in the room while she changed too. I brushed my teeth and changed my boxers. I opened the door, and see Chelsea half naked. My mouth literally drops as I see her wearing boxers. It shouldn't surprise me; my best friend is a tomboy.

"You wear boxers?"

"GET THE HELL OUT!" She yelled making me get inside the bathroom again. That should be weird, but I see it so sexy. "I'm done!"

"Okaaaaaay." I said awkwardly getting out of the bathroom.

We get under the covers, and I feel her turn around giving me her back, I roll my eyes as she mutters, "You're such a pervert."

"Oh! Am I?" I laughed and hugged her, caressing the back of her neck with my nose.

"Yes, you're a pervert."

"You know that girls wear panties not boxers, right?"

"Obviously."

"You're weird." And with that she pushed me to the floor.

"You're sleeping on the floor!"

"You're sleeping with me!" I pulled her with me.

Seems that going to France with her was one of the greatest ideas I ever had.

"Oh God!" Chelsea gasps for air and looks at me.

"I'm fine." Her voice became a whisper.

I stopped the car as we arrived to the Chinese restaurant. I locked the doors so she couldn't get out yet. She looks down to her hand as I hold it.

"I know you're not." I whispered. I caressed her chin with my thumb, meeting her eyes, "Are you hiding something?"

"Just miss my parents." There was a hint of lie in her words, but she's hiding something from me, "C-Can we buy dinner now?" She hesitated, taking her seatbelt off, without getting her eyes away from my eyes.

There was a moment of silence, and I smiled, nodding softly. I didn't believe her. My eyes and hers are still glued; her body shakes as I lean to press my lips with hers. And it didn't happen. It wasn't the right time, I guess... I pulled away, biting my bottom lip.

"Oh."

She starts shrinking on the seat as I let her hand go. I looked away hurt. She doesn't love me, and I know she doesn't because she doesn't love herself.

"Zayn, I'm s-sorry."

"Don't worry its okay." I kissed her forehead.

"Zayn, you're pale." Jake tells me.

"Push honey, push..." Isabella supports Chelsea. She throws her head back and screams.

"You can do this, Chelsea." I whisper.

I see Chelsea walking down the stairs, biting her thumb. The way she walks tells me I was too rough on her last night. I made love to her, for the first time, I was her first.

She blushes.

If her aunt finds out she lost her virginity when she's just only seventeen, she's going to kill me.

Chelsea sits on the armrest.

"Morning, babe" I whispered, kissing her hand.

She stands up, like she doesn't want me to touch her.

"Zayn..."

"What's wrong?"

"I've been hiding from you and from millions of people, something that I regret."

She starts crying.

"You know that twitter account WhiteBxtch17? Which almost break One Direction apart, who leaked the songs from your album, who took her own jokes serious, who bullied hundreds of people... Do you remember?"

Emily was right.

"Perfectly."

"That was me."

I let out a breath.

"Why?" I ask, normally... it's not like she killed someone.

"Hmmm..." Chelsea moans, "Zayn.."

"I'm here baby."

"This is your fault." She whispers.

"All mine, love."

She shuts her eyes.

"I love you." I kiss her hand.

"One more push, Moore!"

"Oh God," I swallow.

"She's going to hurt me again."

"Of course not. Come here... I won't let anyone hurt you; you're perfectly safe in my arms."

"I love you."

I hear a baby cry and I'm afraid to look up.

The nurse returns with the baby, my baby, Chelsea and I's baby, cleaned and wrapped with a white blanket. Chelsea lazily opens her mouth and carries it, I hug them both pressing my lips on her temple.

"The baby needs to stay here for a few days." The doctor says, "We're going to do some examinations..."

"Is he going to be okay?" I ask.

"Yes." He smiles.

"He's so little." Chelsea sniffs. She looks up at me, "Have you thought of a name yet?"

"Bob." I blurt out. She rolls her eyes.

**

"Hey mate, how's she?" Louis asks as I walk into the room he's resting.

"She's... tired." I reply, "How are you feeling?"

"Better, actually," He smiles, "Do you think if I could see Chelsea... for a second?"

"Yes... I... I'm going with Paul to move Chelsea's stuff - along with my stuff to our new house."

Louis smile faded away and nodded.

Chelsea's POV

"Zachary, Ali, Cody..." Isabella starts helping me pick up a name, "Luke... What should we name him?"

"Louis." Louis walks into the room.

"That's an ugly na- LOUIS!" I shout and Isabella turns around, "Isabella, would you leave us-"

"Yes darling." She says and greets at Louis before leaving.

"How are you? It's been awhile, I missed you so much!"

He quietly sits down next to me, on the bed and hugs me by surprise.

Guys I'm sorry I just woke up and wrote this. I haven't been on since forever bc school works and competitions. Those paragraphs that are in italics mean a flashback. Those flashbacks are from Hate Account (the first book). Thanks to everyone who waited and to the people who sent me hate haha fuck u.

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