Changes | z.m.

Chapter 11

The past few weeks were difficult for me. It was becoming more and more evident that I was pregnant. Obviously, the fans knew, but I wasn't ready to have a bump, even if it was small.

I spent most of my time reading baby books, doing online research, watching movies and TV, and eating. The boys were doing interviews and going to meetings pretty often during the day, so I was home a lot. After about a week, Zayn and I went back to normal. Louis would always give me knowing smirks. I never got a chance to talk to him alone about my feelings for Zayn.

Danielle and Eleanor came over twice to keep me company. We made a really good batch of cookies, and we watched a whole bunch of chick flicks. They talked me into telling them about Zayn and I' s almost kiss. They were convinced that he liked me, but I didn't want to listen to them.

Zayn had been really sweet to me, always fetching me things as small as the remote control. He told me if I ever needed anything I could tell him. It was really sweet, and nice to have someone there for me. Obviously I had Liam and the rest of the boys, but Zayn really went the extra mile.

There I was, lying in bed after a long day of doing absolutely nothing but the usual. I stared at the ceiling, hoping my eyes would get tired but they didn't. All of the sudden, I had a sudden urge to eat a milkshake. Like I really wanted one.

My first ever craving.

I knew I wouldn't be able to sleep until I had one, but where was I supposed to find a milkshake?

Then I remembered Zayn offering to help me with ANYTHING I needed. This counted as one of those things, I suppose. I looked down at my small bump and sighed. I really didn't wanna bother Zayn, and I couldn't even make toast without creating a fire. So I just decided to ignore the fact that I really wanted a milkshake.

Suddenly, I had this reoccurring thought in my mind. 'My milkshake brings all the boys to the yard..' The entire song just played in my mind for what felt like hours until I hopped out of bed. I couldn't take it anymore. I would do anything to have one.

I tried not to make any noise as I tiptoed to Zayn's room. I silently opened the door and slipped in. I saw him sleeping like a peaceful baby, all snuggled up in his bed. And here I was, about to ruin it for him. I almost turned back, but I really wanted a milkshake.

Before I woke him up, though, I took in his features. Even though they weren't clear in the dark, I could still see his perfect lips forming a pout as his chest rose and fell. His hair was flat and his- wait! Milkshake! I wanted a milkshake!

"Zayn." I hissed, shaking him lightly. He didn't even budge.

"Zayn." I repeated, shoving him a lot harder.

"Zayn." I said at a normal volume. I whacked his arm with my palm and he stirred. Ugh.

As my cravings got stronger, I seemed to get stronger. I tried to wake him up for two minutes before I realized I needed to do something else. Apparently he was completely immune to violence.

That milkshake song by Kelis kept playing in my head, and an idea sparked in my head. I peeled the covers off of Zayn and ran my hand down his bare, toned, wonderful, chest, down to his equally wonderful abs. He seemed to respond a little bit more to that because he stirred in his sleep and took a deep breath.

I allowed my hand to keep going down onto his hips, where I trailed it across to the other side. He moved a little bit but kept sleeping. "Zayn." I whispered as I brushed my fingers across his lower stomach.

"Zayn." I repeated, but moved my hands down slightly lower. They were almost hitting that.. Uh.. Area.

"Zayn." I whispered again, and started to trickle my fingers further down-