Just Friends

Chapter 47

Periods were my least favorite part of being a woman. Did I really need a bloody surprise every month just to congratulate me on not being pregnant?

Guess so.

Unfortunately, my gift didn't come this month. So here I am, in line at a gas station buying a pregnancy test, possibly carrying Zayn Malik's baby in the midst of a cheating scandal.

"That will be $7.50 ma'am." The cashier collected my money, not even nothing to look up at my face.

"Thank you."

He suddenly looked up at me then paused.

"Hey, aren't you-" he paused mid sentence and reached down to grab something. A magazine. "Aren't you this girl?" He pointed his finger down towards the cover of the mag and sure enough it was me along side Zayn and Perrie. The headline was in big bold letters that read "BIGGEST POP STAR SCANDAL OF ALL TIME" on it.

This thing was going to haunt me forever.

"Uh, yeah." I mumbled. There was no use in lying to him with my own picture sitting right in front of him.

"I knew you looked familiar. Hey, can I get a picture? I promise it won't take long."

I hesitated at first but then agreed, taking a picture with the greasy man, pregnancy test in hand.

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I got to our hotel and headed upstairs to the floor Zayn was staying on. I had to tell him about this right now. I couldn't have this hanging over my conscious. So, when I got to his door, I swallowed my pride and knocked.

"Hello? Oh, hey." He was obviously still bitter from our argument.

"I know we are fighting right now but I really need to talk to you about something. It's important. Is Perrie here?" I whispered.

"No, come in."

I walked inside and slumped down on the couch, my face falling in my hands. I couldn't hold it together anymore.

"Megan, what's wrong?" Zayn asked, sitting down next to me and wrapping his arms around my shoulders.

"Everything is so fucked, Zayn." I cried.

"Babe, I know that. We both know that. Why are you crying?"

"I'm late on my period, Zayn. I might be pregnant." I choked out. His grip around me became ridged for a moment before pulling away from me.

"What do you mean might be? You don't know?"

"The test is in my bag right now. I couldn't bear to do it by myself." I whispered, continuing to sob.

"Okay. Well, let's not freak out until we know if you are or not okay? Go and take it."

I nodded and headed off to the bathroom, pulling out the small stick. Once I was done, I placed it on the counter and waited. And waited. And waited.

"So?" I heard Zayn say through the door.

"It hasn't been fifteen minuets."

"Can I come in?"

I reached over and opened the bathroom door for him. He walked in and sat down on the side of the bathtub, his eyes full of worry. I wanted to speak to him, comfort him, but I had no idea what to say.

"Uh, okay. It should be ready." I said once the time was up. Zayn stoop up and anxiously awaited the results. I took a deep breath and picked up the test and discovered that our already fucked up love was about to get even more fucked up. There were two lines on the testing strip.

I was pregnant.

"Oh my god." I sobbed.

"What? What is it?"

"It's positive, Zayn."

"No. No!" He yelled, throwing a punch at the wall. "How could this happen?"

"We didn't wear a condom last time."

"I pulled out!"

"Yeah, well sometimes that shit doesn't work." I choked out.

"Of all things life had to throw at me it had to be this! I can't believe-" Zayn stopped speaking and suddenly the atmosphere changed.

"Zayn?" I whispered.

"You." He growled.

"What?"

"You did this on purpose!" He spit. "You knew I wasn't going to break off the engagement so you did this!"

"What the fuck are you talking about?"

"You know exactly what I'm talking about. Don't act stupid. And if you think this is going to work then you're wrong!"

"Zayn, you're being ridiculous! Why would I do that and ruin my career as well in the process?"

"Get rid of it." He hissed.

"Excuse me?" I gasped.

"Want me to believe you? Then get rid of it."

"No! I'm not getting rid of our child."

"Your child, Megan! Your child."

I stared at him in shock, trying to fully comprehend what was happening but I couldn't. Of all things to think! Planning to get pregnant at 18 with somebody's fiancé? Yeah, my life goals were complete.

"Fuck this. I'm leaving." I said, grabbing my bag and the pregnancy test.

"Good. And don't talk to me again unless you plan on getting rid of it." I heard him say just before I slammed the door behind me.

I stormed down the hallway, tears pouring down my face making it almost impossible to see. I struggled, running in to walls and tripping over my own feet as I tried to make it to my room. But, I suddenly ran into something, someone rather, and fell down with them onto the floor. The components of my bag spilling everywhere.

"Megs? Baby are you okay? Here let me help you with this."

It was Niall. Just my luck.

"Uh, yeah. Just having a rough night."

"I'm sorry babe. Hey, what's this?"

I wiped my tears away to where I could see and looked at the item in his hand. It was the pregnancy test.

"Oh my god." The words slipped out of my mouth along with a sob.

"Megan, is this a pregnancy test?" Niall whispered. "It's positive."

"I'm pregnant Niall." I sobbed, unable to say anymore.

I had to tell him the truth now.

"Oh my god." He said, his voice full of concern and worry.

"Niall I can explain-"

"I can't believe the condom didn't work." He said almost in a panic. "I can't believe I got you pregnant."

(Hope you guys liked this update!!!! I told you those boring filler chapters would be worth it haha. So, what would you have done in this situation? Let me know. Vote and comment if you liked this chapter:) also, follow my vine for some edits!( ~ fangirl edits ~ )yay ok love you. Also, send me some messages so we can talk:) -Jenny