The One Night Stand (Zayn Malik Fan Fiction)

Chapter Four - Happy Birthday

Hey guys, sorry its taken me ages to upload this chapter. But I'm back at school and in year 10 so I'm almost at my GCSEs and I have to work harder. Even though I hate school. But again, sorry about this chapter. I will try and upload as fast as I can!

- Taylor x

How could this happen to me? What did I do too deserve this? Getting pregnant at the age of nineteen, is not what I had planed. And for Zayn Malik to be the father. I can't even think about it. There are three things I can do.

1) Keep it.

2) Adoption.

3) Abortion.

I have no idea about what I'm going to do. I can't keep the child. I haven't got the money, skills or time to look after it. And I defiantly do not do Abortion. I could never kill a child, even an unborn one. I guess this leaves me with Adoption.

I place my hands over my stomach and look at it. I have to tell someone. If I don't people will start to notice. But I can't tell Zayn. I can not even imagine what it will do to his life. The press, the fans and the band. It will all fall apart, because of me.

"I know you don't want to go to this party, but there is no need to pull that face." I look to my right and see Ashley, taking glances at me then back at the road. I didn't want to go to this party, but she insisted it would be good for me. I don't know how it will be though.

I haven't told her that I'm pregnant. And I don't really want to, at least not yet. How am I supposed to explain this to anyone?

"It's not about the party." I say.

"Then what's it about?" Ashley pushes.

"Nothing." I reply, resting my head on the window to look out of it. Everything is running through my mind, and it won't leave.

We soon reach the club. Ashley parks the car and we get out. Ashley is wearing a dark blue, one shoulder dress, and heels. I didn't want to dress to fancy so I'm just wearing jeans, a lose white top and a leather jacket with converse. I have no idea how I'm going to stop Ashley buying me a drink.

I take a deep breath before stepping through the doors. I was here two weeks ago. This is where I met Zayn. This is where I spent New Years Eve. This is where my life turned upside down.

The place is less crowed that the last time I was here, but it's still quite full. The music is loud, and the lights are bright, hurting my eyes. Me and Ashley soon found the boys in this crowd, they are over at the bar. On our way there, I look around and see a load of banners and balloons saying 'Happy 20th Birthday" The year is 2013 after all.

As soon as we reach the boys, Ashley was straight in Harry's arms. I stood there looking at the ground. I don't think I can bring myself to look at him. And by him, I mean Zayn.

"Lea," I look up slowly so I meet Liam's eyes. I don't let my eyes leave his. "These our are mates, Andy and Maz." I look to his left and see a tall guy with brown hair and thick blonde highlights. He is the definition of hot. He has gorgeous blue eyes and think black eyelashes. Next to him, is a dark skinned, slightly smaller but still quite tall guy. Brown stringy afro is the best way to describe his hair. His eyes are a chocolaty brown and he has snake bites.

"It's nice to meet you." I say while shaking their hands. "I'm going to go get a drink." I say and walk over to the bar. I'm not in the mood to talk to anyone, but it's too loud to think. I sit down at the bar and ask for a glass of water.

On the dance floor, I spot Harry and Ashley. They seem to be hitting their relationship off pretty well. Unlike me and Zayn. I didn't ever expect to see him again after that night. But here I am, at his 20th birthday party. And pregnant with his child.