This Feels Like Falling in Love

Chapter Fifteen

Note: Okey sorry if I get some of the info wrong I don't want to research pregnancy on google okay.

It was a month and a week or so since I'd found out that I was pregnant with Zayn's child and I still hadn't said anything about it. I mean... what would Zayn think? Or worse... What would Liam think? They've both told me that they love me, in different ways obviously, but I mean I didn't want to lose either of them, I loved them both aswell. What would my parents think?! I only had a little bit of time before I would start to show and I'd have to tell Zayn. Maybe I could just try to hide it for a while... I mean I can't even imagine what will happen when this reaches management... fuck. I was supposed to break up with Zayn weeks ago... I admit that I just may have called the lady and told her that I'd broken up with him... oh well, not much I can do about that now. With all the drama about the baby and stuff going on, breaking up with Zayn was the least of my worries. 

I'd gone to two doctors appointments already, with Harry of course, and the doctor began to ask questions about the two of us. Were we together? Was Harry the father? We knew that he'd ask if we were 'friends with benefits' or something of the sort, so we decided to go with gay best friend. Okay. Harry was perfectly comfortable in the role, I mean he really wasn't the best actor, but he was fine with this particular assignment because he just had to act normal... They can't question you on your sexuality, so he got to do whatever he wanted. 

I stood in the mirror, pulling my shirt over the small bump that was starting to form. Ergh. Nothing fit right, and I had to try hard to make it look like I was just an average teen. 

"What is it, babe?" Zayn came up behind me and gave me a kiss on the side of my head.

"I feel like an elephant." I wasn't quite ready to reveal why, but I didn't mind letting him know about my insecurity.

"You're not fat. You're perfect." He wrapped his long arms around me and held me in a hug, both of us still looking in the mirror. But this wasn't one of those normal times Zayn looked in the mirror with the 'I'm lookin hawt' look in his eyes. This time there was something more. His dark chocolate brown orbs were filled with compassion and love. I couldn't do it anymore. It wasn't right. He had the right to know, it was his child just as much as it was mine.

"Zayn... I have to tell you something..."

"Anything, love." He grabbed my hand in his and stared deep into my hazel eyes.

"Zayn, I'm pregnant."

"Wh--" He opened his mouth, but no words came out. "I--Is it m--mine?"

"Yes..."

"I--I don't understand." Zayn was so dumstruck. 

"Remember that night--" I didn't even have to finish my sentence to see it on his face that he knew what I was talking about.

"Oh my god--I--I'm so sorry I did this to you!"

"It's not your fault! It's mine too..." My voice drifted off, I could see tears welling in his deep eyes.

"What's our plan?"

"Well, I haven't really told anyone yet, but I think I'm going to keep it." He smiled, letting the tear fall from his eye.

"I know the timing isn't ideal, but I promise, I promise I will try my absolute hardest to be the best father I could possibly be to this baby. There is nothing in the world I love more than this small bump growing on your body." I let a tear fall from my eyes as well. Well, he was taking this way better than I had expected. "How long have you known?" He slowly whispered.

"About a month or so..."  I bit my lip, not sure how he'd react. He furrowed his brows, but just held his hand tighter around mine.

"Okay. Promise me one thing, no more secrets."

"I promise."

"Okay, who else knows about this--do your parents know? Oh god, they're going to hate me, they don't even know me and I've already knocked up their daughter, oh god." He ran his fingers through his quiff, messing it up a bit. 

"The only people that know are you and H--Harry." Just sayng Harry's name was making me feel guilty enough. I didn't want to see Zayn hurt by the fact that I'd told another boy before him, the father. He stared into my eyes, and I thought he would get mad and start yelling, but instead he erupted into laughter.

"YOU TOLD HARRY?!" he finally managed to choke out between laughs. "Why would you tell Harry?!" His face was crimson. I gave him a little slap.

"He was the only one available okay!" I was so relieved that this situation went from awful to a complete joke, this was one of the reasons I loved Zayn so much.

"Pregnant or not, you're beautiful and perfect." He gave me a light peck. "So, how does room service sound??"