Zayn's Maid

Chapter 64

Perrie's P.O.V

We didn't sleep in the same bed, which I was used to after being in hospital, alone. It was cold, I consumed less than a third of the king size, the other two thirds containing nothing but air and... well, nothingness. I wondered if Jade felt the same way.

The door creaked open and my body froze, a dim stream of light falling over my face while a dark silhouette approached my right side. He pulled back the perfectly tucked-in duvet and clambered in beside me, his body heat instantly circulating. I could smell wine, like the vinegar from a jar of beet root mixed with a few grapes. I scrunched my nose and felt my stomach churn.

"Zayn-"

"Ssh," he interrupted,"my head is killing me."

"Why am I not surprised," I muttered.

I felt a breathy laugh against my shoulder and a sleepy hand fell over my torso, pulling me into a pair of muscular but gentle arms. He squeezed me tight and released a sigh of relief.

"I'm sorry," I whispered," for messing up the nursery."

"It's not like we need it anymore," he said.

I flinched and he pulled me closer,"sorry."

I shook my head a buried into his chest, I missed his smell,and realised how much I had taken for granted since I arrived all that time ago.

"Have you been drinking?" I asked hesitantly.

"A bit," he mumbled,"Perrie?"

"Hm?"

He titled my chin and scanned my lips before placing a gentle kiss upon them, which confirmed that he had been drinking red wine, and quite a lot of it.

"Zayn I-"

"Ssh," he interrupted again," quiet..."

He brushed his fingers through my hair and I felt my eyes become heavy, every stroke sending a shiver down my spine.

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I woke to the sound of vomiting, something I was used to myself. The sound made me queazy and I covered my face with a pillow to block it out.

He strolled back in, slightly stumbling and tripping over his feet.

"No! You come near me and I'll be the one throwing up," I cried.

He groaned and fell into the bed anyway, rubbing his temple with one finger, the stench made me shudder. It only brought back bad memories.

Noah.

I thought of him back at the hospital, all alone yet among row after row of other babies.

"C-can we visit the hospital today?" I asked hesitantly.

It took him a while to respond," why, are you feeling ill?"

"No, I'm fine. I was just wondering if-"

"No."

"But you don't even know what I was about to say!" I shouted.

"Oh, but Perrie I do. I know you all too well," he said defensively," you want to go to that god awful place to see Noah. I won't let you get attached to a child that's not yours when you're only a child yourself."

"Well it didn't stop you from getting me pregnant in the first place did it?" I said.

"It was an accident!" he said loudly, sitting upright.

I threw the covers off me and marched out the door, Zayn reluctantly following suit, he was much faster.

"Perrie," he said firmly, grabbing me by the wrist.

"No, Zayn. I can't take it anymore, you and your mood swings and drinking."

"And you're any better?" he laughed sarcastically," I had to deal with you when you were pregnant and that wasn't exactly a joyful experience."

"Let me go!" I screamed.

I shook frantically and tried to fight him off, but long hours at the gym had paid off and his grip was strong," get off me Zayn, that hurts!"

He pinned me against the wall and furrowed his dark eyebrows at me," you can't leave, where would you go? I own you, you have no home...you only have me."

His words were paralysing, they went right through me and it was painful. But the thing is, he was right. Even if I did leave, I had no where to run. I could run, but there was no finishing line, it just went on forever. A never ending cycle. But I hated him for saying it, this wasn't the Zayn I knew. This was Zayn with blood shot eyes, red wine on his breath and a mean streak.

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(Sorry this is such a short chapter)