This Feels Like Falling in Love

Chapter Sixteen

I eventually found the courage to call my parents and tell them the news. I sat on the floor in a circle with Harry and Zayn, my phone in hand.

"This is the right decision, okay?" Zayn patted my thigh. I'd just entered the second trimester a few days ago and I knew that I was starting to show. I inhaled deeply and typed in the familiar numbers that I'd been calling since I was a baby, although I was far from a baby now...

"Hello?" I heard my mom say. I broke down in tears. I couldn't do it, not now, not ever. My parents didn't need to know, I--I could just stay with the boys. I didn't want to disappoint my family. I looked into Zayn's eyes begging him not to make me to it. He gestured his hand towards the phone and I sighed reluctantly and took a breath so I would sound somewhat normal.

"Hi Mom..." 

"Oh! Honey! How have you been?"

"Um... well the reason I called was... well I mean I don't really know how to say it..."

"You can tell me anything, honey, anything'll be fine." Well I'm not so sure if this will be...

"Um, I'm kind of um... pregnant?"

"What?!?! Is this a joke?!"

"No...  mom..."

"Oh my god--but--but my darling--my sweet baby girl how--h--who?"

"Who did this?!" I heard my dad boom.

"I--I'm sorry it was a mistake we were drunk and we didn't know what we were doing I'm so sorry I--I," I blurted out.

"No. SEX IS NOT A MISTAKE. HOW DO YOU EVER HAVE ACCIDENTAL SEX?!" My dad was yelling into the phone now.

"I'm sorry!" I was sobbing now, not even trying to keep my voice normal.

"You know, since  you've had SOO much FUN on that tour with those boys, don't even bother coming home. Just go stay with them. I don't think I can see your face for a while without thinking of--I will find that little douchebag that did this to you he's going to get it!" My dad was pissed.

"No dad! Please! I'm sorry!!!" I pleaded. The line beeped. I fell into Zayn's arms, weeping. He held me tight, stroking my hair. 

"I'm so sorry... I love you." 

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The rest of the day was, well, hard. But  I got through it. It was finally time for the North Carolina show. I sat at my usual area far from the stage, watching the boys do the same old same old every as every day. Then came my favorite part, twitter questions. They were my favorite because all the questions were different and unique at every concert. First question,

"Do your best impressions of each other." I watched as my best friends and boyfriend walked goofily around the stage pretending to be each other. This was a commonly asked question, but I still got a good laugh out of it. 

The next two twitter questions were just normal, commonly asked questions, but then the third one came up. "Sing part of your favorite Ed Sheeran song." Now per usual, Niall and Liam sang A Team, Harry and Louis chose to sing Kiss Me, which left just Zayn. 

I heard the familiar guitar chords.

"You're just a small bump unborn, in four months you're brought to life. Might be left with my hair, but you'll have your mothers eyes. I'll hold your body in my hands, be as gentle as I can,  but now you're a scan of my unmade plans, a small bump in four months you're brought to life." He was singing small bump--making eye contact with me the whole time. I started to tear up at the thought of what a good father Zayn would be.

"I'll whisper quietly, give you nothing but truth. If you're not inside me, I'll put my future in you." I saw Zayn and I growing old together with this child, us playing with her or him, finally sending her off to college. It made me think of my own life decisions, I mean how would I feel if my daughter went and got knocked up?

You are my one and only.

You can wrap your fingers round my thumb and hold me tight.

Oh, you are my one and only.

You can wrap your fingers round my thumb and hold me tight.

And you'll be alright.

You're just a small bump unknown, you'll grow into your skin.

With a smile like hers and a dimple beneath your chin.

Finger nails the size of a half grain of rice,

And eyelids closed to be soon opened wide

A small bump, in four months you'll open your eyes.

The audience all assumed that it was just a number that Zayn enjoyed, but I knew it was so, so much more. He looked smack dab into my eyes, singing every lyric emotionally and truthfully. He was the man I wanted to watch my child grow up with.