Stay High (Harry Styles Fanfic, possibly british 2)

Gaining weight(wait)

•Lana's pov•

What the heck is with these one direction boys and popping the big Q at the worst times.

My mind revved like an old mustang as i scraped the bottom of my heart for words. I searched for something, anything, for a good 5 seconds which felt like a life time, but there was nothing.

So I went with my gut.

"Yes." I blubbered. I don't know if I'm crying tears of regret or tears of joy. I choose to think of them as tears of joy for the moment at least.

Zayn slowly pulled a giant diamond ring out of the velvety black box. His hands were shaky and he slid the ring up my finger. He hugged me tight the moment the ring was in place.

"I can't believe your finally mine." he cried into my neck " I was going to ask you sooner but when you told me you needed to stay back in the states a while longer I was given the opportunity to actually prepare myself."

"This is amazing." those were the only words my mouth would speak, but I think they were all Zayn needed.

"Let's go back to my flat so we can be alone for a while."

I nodded and followed him to his car. My conscience screamed no but my heart screamed yes. I love Zayn with every single piece of my being, I can only pray he loves every single piece of mine right back, including this baby.

My baby bump will start showing soon, and by soon I mean within the next few weeks, days even. I have to tell him today. The longer I procrastinate the deeper a hole i'm digging for myself.

....

"You can sit on the couch or the bed or the floor. Or my lap, wherever is most comfortable for you." Zayn teased as I walked over the threshold of his flat. That's something I've missed these past few months without having Zayn around, his teasing I mean.

"Holy wow. Babe how much did you pay for this?" I was taken back by how well kept his flat looked. He probably paid an interior designer to come in and decorate it, and he probably has a maid that cleans the whole place every day.

"Not as much as you would think, I got it from a cousin so he gave me a discount."

"Oh."

Zayn walked toward what I'm assuming is his bedroom and my stomach literally flew into my throat. HE WANTS ME TO HAVE SEX WITH HIM, I CANNOT HAVE SEX WITH HIM. I CANNOT DO IT.

"Babe come here." Zayn called from the other room

Once again my mind said GIRL SIT DOWN NO but my heart said YOU AINT GOTTEN ANY IN 3 MONTHS, GO GET SOME.

The conflict within myself is almost too much to handle so I approach the scene slowly.

When I turn the corner my eyes catch a glimpse of ABsoulte heaven. sweet mother of baby Jesus how I've missed those abs.

Mr Malik was nonchalantly leaned against the head board of his enormous bed with the sheets covering from his waist down.

"Like what you see?" he smirked

"Your so cheeky, actually I love what I see."

"Hmm."

He stood up from under the sheets and my eyes were open once again to Gods gift to man kind. The 'heavenly sausage', the 'bread stick of life', 'Thors slammin' hammer'.

He walked over slowly, which is necessary because you can't walk very fast with that much mass having from your pelvic bone. when he reached me his hands traveled down my back and he pulled me into him.