I decided to just be honest- after all, I trusted Zayn with my whole heart, even after only knowing him 12 hours, including when I was passed out. My love for him is only surpassed by how much I trust him.
"Zayn, I have something to tell you. Your music is trash."
The tension could have been cut with a knife. Finally, Zayn said, "Me too, baby. This was all a test. I needed to make sure that you're not like Other Girls™️ and actually appreciate good music, like Guns and Roses, Tom Petty, and N'Sync."
Oh. My. God. My body was overwhelmed with the most intense feelings of smut I've ever felt. Zayn grabbed me by the hips, I wrapped by legs around his waist, and he pinned me up against the sound booth, with the other boys staring entranced. "Get out!" He yelled at them, and I couldn't agree more.
30 minutes later, I threw up. At that moment, I knew; I'm preggers.
