Tell Me a Lie

Chapter Three

I have just driven back from my parents place. I'm now lying in my bed, exahstead. It is 1:30am. The TV is blaring some crap about a skin product. I've been throwing up like every half and hour since I got back. My belly is so sore.

I check my phone sleepily. "You have 2 text messages and 3 voice messages."  it drones. I click on the texts. They're both from Zayn.

beb, r u ok?

pik up hun :(

I don't know why, but I diall his number. He picks up almost straight away.

"Ash? Oh-thank-god-babe-are-you-alright-where-are-you-I-need-to-see-you-honey-I-love-you-so-much..." he spits out. He always does that when he's anxious.

"Zayn, I'm fine..." I say quietly.

"Ash I'm coming over straight away," he says quickly before hanging up.

I sigh and look around. My place is a mess. I try make my messed up bed, but the duvet just falls off the bed. I go into the kitchen and get a bowl out of the cupboard. A whole stack of plates fly out of the cupboard and smash on the ground. There is a yell from the apartment below. 

"Sorry," I whisper under my breath, while I get a broom out to clean up the mess. That's when I hear the door fly open. Zayn rushes in and embraces me in a warm hug.

"Oh honey," he sighs. I just start crying uncontrollably. I cry and cry and cry untill there are no more tears left in my body.

~Zayn's POV~

"And Zayn, I'm really really sorry, I shouldn't done what I did and I don't know what I was thinking and I really really love you..." Ash is crying. Tears are falling from her cheeks like a current. I stroke her hair and try to calm her.

"Sssh, ssshh it's going to be OK, really, it's going to be fine..." I say.

"No, it's not OK, I'm not alright, Zayn! I am only 19 and I'm having a baby! It's not fair! I'm scared,  Zayn!" she yells, stepping away from me, her voice rigid with fear. "What am I meant to do?"

"I barely know what I'm going to do, let alone you!" I yell back. I soon as I let the words out I wish I could take them back. He face crumples up and she puts her head in her hands, rushing out of the room. 

I sigh and flop down onto her couch. Why did I have to do that? I feel like a massive jerk. She is the one having the baby.

I get up to walk out of the house. I can hear sobs coming from her bedroom. 

I am just about to walk out the front door when I stop myself. I am being an ass. Turn around NOW, I tell myself. Walk into that bedroom and apologise. Now. I do what my brain tells me.

I see her lying on her bed, face down in the pillows, her shoulders heaving with every sob.

"Oh Ash, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have blown my top - you're the one having the baby. I love you so, so much. I want to help you with this, but not unless you let me."

She sits up, wipes her eyes and looks at me.

"You really think I can do this?" she asks quietly.

"I really do," I say softly.