The One Night Stand (Zayn Malik Fan Fiction)

Chapter Sixteen - Life and Death

Ok so I'm sorry I'm cutting this fan-fic short. I've skipped it to the birth, I just ran out of Ideas to put inbetween it all and I really want to star working on my novel (link on my profile, please check it out!)

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- Taylor x

Six months later.

The last six months have been painful. Throwing up, back pain, heart burn, at least I had Zayn to help me through it all.

So far I've loved leaving in his house. Sure we sometimes fight and I nag him about how he should clear up after himself, but I wouldn't have it any other way. 

Ashley and Harry are living together. They seem happy as well, just living in the moment. My baby is due any day now, me and Zayn couldn't be happier! The only bad thing was that the boys were going on tour soon....

I felt a little jolt in my body that awoke me. I look past it and cuddle back into the duvet. Soon enough the sheets beneath me became wet and a little stabbing pain happened in my belly. I felt the sheets, they were wet and gunky I look over at Zayn - he was facing away from me and sound asleep.

"Zayn?" I shake him, no response. "Zayn!" I half yell, jolting him awake.

"Huh? What's-" He is half asleep, barley able to talk. "What's wrong?"

"I think my water broke...." I say, shaking a little.

"Are you sure?" He asks, turning to look at me. He soon feels the sheets and his face pulls back, repulsed.

"Either that or I just pee."

Suddenly a jolt of pain shots through me, like someone is stabbing a knife into my belly. I scream out in pain. Zayn's arms wrap around me as I cradle my belly.

"Ok, just take deep breaths!" Zayn says, more alarmed. The pain is killing me. I grab his hand and squeeze it tight.

"It shouldn't hurt this much!" I scream.

"I know, I know. Just keep taking deep breaths. I'll call the hospital and let them know we are on our way." Zayn rushed out of bed and grabbed the hospital bag prepared for this exact moment.

When Zayn came in front of me, the pain stopped and realisation hit me. I'm having a baby. I place both of my hand on his face and kiss him gently, tears streaming down my face. "We're having a baby." I chock out. 

Zayn kisses my temple, "I love you." 

I never thought the pain would be this bad. Even now lying in the hospital bed, surrounded by the people I love, I can not imagine a worse place to be. It was endless screaming. 

"Ok, I'm going to only need the father in here. It's time to have a baby!" Dr. Roberts was down at my legs, doing stuff I don't want to think about. The boys and the girls kissed my head and said "good luck"

I take deep breaths, and squeeze Zayn's hand so tight I might break his bones.

"Lea, I'm going to need to start pushing now." Dr. Roberts says.

That’s when it starts. I take in a deep breath and push. It's excruciating. My mind shuts off and all I can think about is the pain. It's like being stabbed over and over, never whiling to stop. Another push. Tears leak from the sockets of my eyes and burn my cheeks. My voice is strained from the amount of screaming.

Zayn tries to reassure, pushing the hair out of my sweaty face. I'm losing my breath, becoming weaker with every push.

"Come one Lea, one more push." The Dr encourages.