Zayn Imagines

pregnant and fighting

Your 7 month pregnant, and filled with hormones. Today your friends had a surprise-baby shower for you and you had a blast but right now all you wanted was Zayn to cuddle with. You were exhausted and had a headache. You just wanted to get off your feet and not being surrounded by sounds. But five minutes after you’d gotten home Zayn walks in and slams the door shot and makes a lot of sounds around him. “Zayn please, chill a bit,” you whimper from the couch as Zayn walk towards you. “What the matter with you?” He said and you could hear clearly on the sound of his voice that he wasn’t on such a good mood. “I’m exhausted and just want to cuddle,” you plead and pat the place next to you on the sofa. Zayn rolled his eyes and mumbled something you didn’t hear, as he sat down next to you. You cuddled closer to him, expecting him to take his arm around you – but he didn’t. “Is something wrong?” “No,” “Yes, I can tell you’re mad at something. Talk to me, did something happen at work? Is it somethi-“ “I SAID NO,” Zayn yelled standing up facing you. You stood up to, pointing your finger against him. “Don’t you dare scream at me, I’m just trying to help!” “What if I don’t need help? The person here that needs help is you!” “And how is that?” You said, crossing your arms and raising an eyebrow. “Because you can’t control your temper! I’m sick of constantly taking care of a moody wife. Can’t you just be happy for once? You either cry or is mad. All the time!” “Zayn I’m sorry I’m moody but if you haven’t noticed I’m pregnant. It’s hormones! And I am happy as long as you listen to what I’m saying so we don’t have to fight every week,” you argued, feeling a bit offended. “Hormones yeah? Then control your fucking whoremones, then!” He yelled. You’ve never seen him this mad before. His face was red and you could see a vein in his neck whenever he shouted at you. You had enough of this. “What if I take my ‘whoremones’ and leave instead?” You said, walking away from him towards the door. You didn’t want to fight with Zayn, you didn’t want to leave but it seemed like he was going to let you go. As the tears felled down your eyes, you felt a hand take your arm and pull you backwards and turn you around at the same time. Your body against somebody else; Zayn’s. You started crying and Zayn took his arms around you. “Sch, babe I’m so sorry. Don’t cry love, I’m sorry. I didn’t sleep well this night so I’m a bit cranky. I’m so sorry, I love you lots. I didn’t mean a words of what I said. I don’t know what flew in with me. I’m sorry,” Zayn cooed. “It’s okay. I’m sorry too for being moody,” you said, smiling at him with tear streamed cheeks. Zayn just smiled at you and hugged you again. 

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