Stay High (Harry Styles Fanfic, possibly british 2)

The fetus can hear your thoughts

• Zayns pov •

"Zayn for heavens sake stop!I'm not having sex with you while there is a baby in there!" Lol what. I dropped my hands from her stomach and the top of her pants.

"Babe, stop joking." I forced a laugh

"I'm not joking Zayn, I was going to tell you in a more appropriate way but you forced me to do otherwise." Lana sighed

"Ok if your pregnant I want to see your baby bump. your stomach looks as flat and toned as ever. I felt it just a second ago."

Lana stood up off of the bed and pulled off her jacket. My insides are bursting with excitement to see how much more fit she's gotten. Her body is the most perfect one on this planet. Even if she were really pregnant I bet she has abs over her baby bump.

She breathed in sharply as she fiddled with the hem of her shirt. Her face fell and her expression turned to sadness. I could tell from that moment she wasn't lying to me.

I leaned over and pulled her into me. She fell apart in my arms as I scooted back and pulled her between my legs.

With her head in her hands she cried softly. I kissed the top of her head and tried to hush her; I tried to stay calm for her when, in all actuality, I'm nowhere near calm myself. The fact that I'm now a father hit me like a brick wall.

What the f*ck am I supposed to do now.

Lana pulled away from me and stood up. She took a few steps back as she wiped the tears from under her eyes. I didn't move, I don't think I can, my body is frozen still and I have never been more scared than I am in this moment.

She pulled up her shirt to reveal a small bump, and that's when I lost it.

Falling off the bed I hit my knees against the hardwood floor. I sound like a f*cking baby, bawling on the floor like this.

I meantally cut my own balls off for thinking a swear word. I bet the little fetus can hear my thoughts. I'm a terrible father and It's not even out of the womb yet!

I began to cry harder, causing my body to shake. Lana slowly crouched beside me and sniffled softly.

Were both trying to comfort eachother and hold our crap together, when neither of us even have crap to hold anymore. We've lost it all.

We were about to bring a baby into this world whether we wanted to or not. The world is ready for it, the baby is ready for it, however I am not. I'm not ready to be a dad, don't get me wrong I love the thought of being a father, but not now, I'm only 23 for gods sake.

"I'm going to be a daddy?" my heart skipped a beat as I spoke those words, Lana felt it.

"Yeah baby, you are." her eyes welled with tears as she put a soft hand on my cheek."and I'm going to be a mommy."

"You're gonna look sexy as f*ck in those mom jeans too."

"Zayn! the baby can hear you! My child will not grow up around those profanities!" she slapped my arm, that's my girl.

"Oops." I put a hand over my mouth.

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•Lana's pov•

I have to admit I really want to tell Zayn the baby may not be his. However, I don't think now is the right time. To be honest I don't even remember that night with Luke; I was so drunk he had to tell me what happened.

I wouldn't have even thought anything happened at all if I hadn't woken up in bed with him. I had to take his word on everything.

Zayn and I were currently sitting on the couch in his living room watching some Netflix movies.

"Babe I'm gonna step out of the balcony, I need to make a call." I said quietly removing myself from my blanket cocoon.

I tugged at the corners of the fluffy blanket I brought out here with me as I inhaled slowly. The cold European air almost felt good on my skin as I felt myself get flustered. I'm not angry I'm just upset and confused. My body is fueling an internal flame of emotions, but I guess that's just pregnancy for you.

I pulled my phone up to my ear and listened to it ring. Someone finally picked up just as I was about to hurl my phone off this balcony.

"Hello?" I said

"Lana? hey babe what's happening." my heart shattered at the use of the word babe.

"Uhm I just need some clarity on a new subject. where are you?"

"I'm in the UK right now, we might just have to Skype because I can't come to America for another month or so." He responded before I could even explain my whereabouts to him.

"Actually, I'm in the UK myself right now, I'm in London with Zayn. where are you again?"

"I'm in London too, me and the rest of the lads. do you want to meet up somewhere?"

"Yes!" I said a little too quickly "I mean yeah. Can you meet me at the bakery down the road from Zayns flat, say in half an hour."

"Sure. You really miss me don't ya?" he joked

"You could say that." I forced a laugh "ok I'll see you then, bye."

"Bye"

The phone beeped 3 times telling me he had hung up. I pulled the phone down from my ear, in what felt like slow motion, and returned to the living room.

"You good?" Zayn raised an eyebrow

"Yeah, I'm going to the bakery real quick though to pick up a cake I had made for us, I'll be back soon." I faked a smile and swallowed the knot in my throat. I tried to mentally untie the knot in my stomach but I just couldn't, nothing in the world could settle me down, not now. My whole body is like and intricately knitted sweater that got ripped up by a cat, and the yarn knotted up and looked like shat.

My nerves are building up like a f*cking skyscraper. god.

I imagined running over myself with a freight train when I cursed. ' the baby can hear my thoughts' I reminded myself.

Da*n, being a mom is hard already. oops.

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Hey I took a Benadryl and my eyes keep crossing if I don't blink rapidly so I'm gonna end this here.

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