omfg niall in that gif is so adorable and I didn't notice him until I was editing
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His breathing was shaky as he was, what I assumed, taking in the information.
"Zayn?" I whispered.
"Yeah?" Was all that was said. I took in a deep breath, trying not to let my tears fall.
"I shouldn't have bothered you I'm so sorry. I can just get an-" I was interrupted abruptly from my babbling.
"Don't say that word. That's not what you should do at all. How do you know it's mine?" He said in a low voice, like he was with someone.
"Zayn, I was a virgin before I met you. It's not like I had sex the day we broke up. Are you busy?" I asked.
"Baby what's going on?" A voice in the background went off.
"Who is that? Did she hear me? Oh my god." I panicked.
"No, no, no she didn't hear you calm down, Rose." He reassured. I shook my head. I knew this was a bad idea.
"I'm leaving. I'm sorry I called. I'll get the 'a word' I guess. You don't need to worry." I quickly said, before I pulled the phone away from my ear.
"Wait, no, Rose!" He yelled before I pressed the end button. I took a deep breath and pulled my shirt up, looking in the mirror.
I rubbed my hands over my stomach and tilted my head to look at it. I couldn't believe that I had a child inside of me. Something that would grow up and look like Zayn, with his eyes and his hair colour and be as beautiful as him. Or maybe it would have the curse of my eyes and my awful, stringy hair.
Maybe having a baby wouldn't be so bad. Maybe I could just raise it here in my apartment and drop out of school until she's old enough to be gone at school while I am. Or I could take online courses and take care of her at the same time. That would work, wouldn't it? An urgent knock on the door brought me out of my thoughts. I skidded to the door in my socks and opened it without looking in the peephole -- a habit I really needed to learn.
"Zayn?" I asked in shock as he pulled his shirt down the rest of the way and then buttoning his jeans.
"Rose, don't get an," He physically flinched at the word. "Abortion. Please. I'm sorry we broke up for a stupid reason. But seriously don't get an abortion, please. I will be there for anything that my little princess or little rock star might need. I swear to it. And to make sure I keep my promise I'll let you move in with me. Please Rose." He begged. I looked him up and down taking him in.
"Zayn I just don't think-" I started.
"Rose I love you."
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"You love me?" I asked, for the millionth time. I hadn't moved from the doorway yet, but Zayn had shimmied his way under my arm and sat on the couch.
"I don't understand why you're so shocked about this, Rose. It kind of ruined the umph of the moment of me saying it. I kind of want to take it back now." He called, standing up and wandering into the kitchen. "Do you have any water?" He asked the stupidest question in the world. I shut the door and spun around.
"Of course I have water dumbass. And don't take it back. I just don't want you just to be saying that because you feel bad that you knocked me up." I explained sitting on a barstool and watching him reach up and grab a cup. His shirt went up barely enough for me to see the waistband of his boxers. I couldn't help but stare.
"Stop, you've already seen it all." He smirked. I blushed and looked down quickly. "Anyways. My offer still stands. Do you want to move in or not?" He asked me again. I stared at him for a few seconds.
"What about when people start to find out? What about when I drop out? You're going to be the base of all these rumors. Are you sure you want to be that?" I asked all my questions at once. Zayn's lips smashed into mine.
"Rose, I'm in it with you now. So either come with me and we can make this work, or you can have an abortion, I'd be there for that, and then we can go our seperate ways and the only times you would see me is when you're in my classroom. And I would never stop loving you, Rose. Every day I would see you I would remember why I was so in love with you. And I would realize that I would never be able to have you. And it would be all my fault." His little speech had me in tears. And I don't know if it was just the pregnancy hormones or the fact that I wanted to throw up and Zayn was right there and I couldn't run and go throw up, but either I had tears streaming down my face.
"Zayn, baby. I love you." I whispered. He looked at me with wide eyes before leaning in to kiss me. "Don't do that." I said, putting my finger on his lips. He looked at me quizzically.
"What's wrong?" He whispered.
"I need to throw up, like right now." I exclaimed, hopping off of my stool and running into the bathroom, while Zayn was left chuckling quietly.
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"We could name the baby, Geronimo!" He screeched. I was laughing so hard, I was afraid I was going to injure something. We were sitting on the couch with my legs draped over his lap and him giving off name ideas.
"I am not naming my baby after a mouse book!" I exclaimed, causing him to laugh. He chuckled softly and looked over at me lovingly. He leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to my forehead.
"I love you." He whispered. I reciprocated his words and pecked his lips lovingly. He smiled and laid me down on the couch.
"Isn't it dangerous to have sex when you're pregnant?" I looked at him quizzically.
"Baby we're not going to have sex. It'd be weird knowing that I already put my sperm into you and it's growing into a kid. Then I do it again. Oh my god if we had twins I'd flip my shit." He laughed, getting off of me. I smiled and looked at him excitedly. "What's wrong? You look high. Are you high baby?" He asked. I laughed.
"No I'm not high. I just know what we're going to be doing this weekend." I smirked. He looked at me with a raised eyebrow.
"And what is that?" He asked going back to his game on his phone.
"We're packing up boxes. I'm moving in baby."
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ew gross this chapter makes me want to cry I'm so sorry
