Louder Than Words

Chapter 25

"Zayn, I don't know I haven't taken a test yet but Harry is taking me to hospital just incase." I tell him

The other end of the line is quiet. Meaning he doesn't know how to react, that he's going to a father. A father at only 19 and he's got his job behind him.

Fuck condoms.

"Zayn are you still there?"

"I- Yes."

"I'm at London Hospital, just incase you wanted to come."

"Why are you going to the hospital though?"

"I feel insanely sick, baby I'm sorry to do this to you."

He hung up. He actually hung up the phone. Are you kidding me?! He just left me hanging. Is this what it's going to be like with the baby, if it's even there? Will he just leave when times get rough? Can I count on him to be there for me? Harry has, he's always there. Whether it's coincidental or he just knows that something is wrong.

"What did he say?" Harry asks, tightly gripping the steering wheel with both hands.

"He hung up. And what are you so nervous about?"

"Nothing, just nervous for you and Zayn"

"What do you mean? No wait font tell me, I'm nervous enough"

As we arrive at the hospital, I'm rushed to the ER. Which is never good. They were worse now that there were two lives involved. Me and my baby.

I had accepted the fact that I would here the news soon enough that I was pregnant. I didn't want to be, but nature intended for this so I guess this is what I have to do. I have to deliver Zayn Malik's baby.

After the doctor did a couple of tests and then looked at my stomach multiple times he had finally come back with a clipboard, holding a thick pack of papers.

"Would you like to hear the news now?" the doctor asks looking at me and Harry, who sat next to me and clenched onto my hand, as nervous as I was.

"I'm ready."

"You're 3 months pregnant, and I'm guessing he's the father?" He says pointing to Harry, who lets go of my hand

"3 months?"

3 months? That could've been when I stared dating Zayn. Or when I was just breaking up with Nick. Zayn was going to be the father right?

"No I'm not the father, I'm just a friend." Harry says

"So I'm pregnant?"

"Yes ma'm, and here's a guide to nursing. Just incase"

"I'm going to be a mom?"

"Yes you will" the doctor says smiling, "were going to run more test just to make sure"

He wasn't catching my drift. I was in no way excited for this baby, I was petrified. I know that I prayed at Starbucks to 'make babies with One Direction' but I never meant it. Not at this time, not at this age.

I stare at the book that lay on my lap, gobsmacked.

"Boys!" Harry shouts as he gets up and greets the boys, who had come to visit, along with Andrea.

"How is she doing?" Louis asks

Zayn's P.O.V.

I stare at her from across the room, a parenting guide sat on her lap.

How could this happen to us? We were doing fine, great actually. How am I supposed to cope with a child if i can barely take care of my self. I'm not ready to be a father, I'm not ready to quit everything. I've just started living.

"Can I please talk you Kacey?" I ask the boys

"Yeah sure" Louis says, as the other boys quiet down.

"Alone.."

"OH, yeah of course. We'll be waiting outside" Harry adds, before walking out of the room with the rest of the boys and Andrea.

I take a seat next to Kacey, on the bed and hold her hand. We both look down at the book that lay on her lap. I notice her eyes start to become weary, so I bring her in for a hug. Well I was getting teary-eyed too.

"Are those happy tears, or tears of sorrow?" I ask her. I don't know how she feels about this. Does she want to have my baby or is she as freaked out as I am?

"Honestly, I don't know what to tell you Zayn" She says as she sits back down and lets go of me, "Maybe I'm just scared."

"Scared of what?"

"My parents have always wanted to be grandparents, but I'm not ready to tell them that their 19 year old daughter is pregnant. I don't mind having a baby, just not now. I've just started living. This is when I'm supposed to experience the drama all celebrities are supposed to over come, the outbreaks the fans have when they see me in person. I'm not ready to be a mother."

"I don't think either of us is ready..." I say as I hold her hand and kiss her knuckles.

This is what I warned her about, 2 ½ months ago, during our concert. Yet she refused to take a hint.

"Do we need to have this baby?" She asked, holding my rubbing her thumb against the palm of my hand.

"What do you mean?"

"Do we need to have this baby? Do we need to be parents? Does anyone need to know about this?"

"Kacey, what are you talking about?"

"I don't want to be a mother, not now at least."

"You want to give the baby away to adoption?"

"No way, if I do have this baby, I wouldn't give it away for anything. But that's what I'm pointing at; I don't want to give birth to this baby."

She was just nervous she didn't mean that. Did she? Did she want to abort the baby? It's not everyday that I get to become a father.

I was going to be a father.

"You want to abort the baby?"

"Well I'm not sure if I can. It's basically murder. I'm just scared."

I wrap my arms around her one more time, as I feel her tears on my neck, I tell her.

"I'm scared too."

Her face then brightens up, as if she just thought of something.

"What if we keep this a secret?" She suggests

"How are we supposed to hide your stomach?"

"Well for now it'll be easy to hide, but the bigger it gets, the less I'll go out. I wont tell management because surely they'd tell the paps and then the news will get out and I'll be finished. I'll just wear bigger shirts, and have a good friend go out to buy the baby's things. Isn't it cute, when you dress your baby up in little clothes?" She starts to smile at the thought of our baby, "when you kiss their little feet, and then watching them sleep. Like little angles."

"Kacey, I don't mind being the father of this baby anymore. I think I can make time for you and well we don't know if it's a girl or a boy, but what ever it turns out to be I'll be here. I've always wanted a baby girl."

"So were going to do this?" She ask her face lights up

"Yes, were going to be parents" I say as I smile and she does too.