I walked into my flat after a long, exhausting day at work. I stepped into the kitchen sighing heavily out of annoyance to see it was still a mess. I had asked Zayn if he would clean up the house for me (We had a party a few nights ago, and we still needed the kitchen to be cleaned up) while I was gone he said he would, but he clearly didn’t. I set my bags down by the door, kicked off my heels and made my way into the living room; Zayn laid on the couch his nose in his phone while the TV was incredibly loud. I rolled my eyes and stood in front of Zayn with my face smug and my hands on my hips. He looked up to me from his phone and smiled “Hi baby”

“Don’t baby me” I rolled my eyes again, shutting off the TV.

“What do you mean ‘Don’t Baby Me?’ And why did you shut the TV off!?” He asked, a bit of anger in his voice.

I crossed my arms “What did I ask you to do today?” I flicked my head towards the kitchen. He turned around looking through the doorway.

“Awe shit, Baby. I’m gonna get to it..” He gave me puppy dog eyes.

“No” I huffed a bit aggravated; I walked back into the messy area. Still in my work clothes, I grabbed a garbage bag and started picking up some of the cups and garbage that lied around. Zayn came walking in with his head facing the floor. “I’m sorry” He said quietly.

I rolled my eyes again and ignored him, picking up the garbage. “Let me help you” he reached for the bag. “No” I pulled it away, glaring at him. “You clearly didn’t want to do it. So let me finish” I yelled. I was really pissed at him; he said he was going to do it. And now he wants to help because I reminded him and started doing the job myself?

He huffed and started picking up the items, throwing them into my bag. He pulled the bag from my hand lightly, and I reluctantly let him have it. He went to kiss my cheek, but I walked away quickly shaking my head. I paced into the bedroom we shared, shedding my work clothes, and putting on shorts before Zayn walked in. I quickly threw on a tank top, and stared at him angrily. “I’m sorry, please don’t be upset with me” He said sadly. He sat on the end of our bed, twiddling his thumbs. I ignored him, sitting at my desk, removing the make-up I had put on for the day.
“I’m sorry” He said again. I ignored him, yet again. I let my hair down, letting it sit free. “Come on, you can’t keep ignoring me” He asked a bit upset.

“Zayn, what did you do today after I left for work?” I felt like I was talking to a child.

He shook his head and gulped lightly “Nothing” He said very quietly.

“What?” I asked.

“Nothing” He said a bit louder.

I shook my head, standing and walking towards the door, before I could reach it I was pushed up against the wall. Zayn staring hungrily down at me, eyes glimmering with lust. “Zayn, let me go” I said angrily. His one hand was against the wall trapping me from trying to escape, and his other hand gripping my hip.

He moved hair out of my eyes, licking those precious lips of his. He kissed along my neck, leaving little licks here and there up to my ear.

“You’re so….. Fuckin’ stubborn” he grunted. I bit my lip, just from the look in his eyes, the way his voice sounded; I could tell he was definitely turned on. My breath hitched as he started to move his fingers ever so slightly into my shorts, hitting my sensitive skin. Turning me on every passing second, I moaned lightly. He chuckled happily “Mmm, am I getting to you?” He questioned sensually. I bit my lip nodding my head yes.

“Good” He whispered. He removed his hand from my shorts, pulling away from the wall and walking out of the room. I steadied my breathing, touching my neck to feel the tingling sensation he had left on me. Did he just walk out after what we were about to do? What we could have done? I searched my mind for a reason. He never just leaves from something like that, he doesn’t tease me. He just continues. I kept thinking these thoughts in my mind. Then it hit me “Payback” I whispered.

He was going to leave me turned on and completely aroused without finishing what he had started? I don’t think so. I walked out of the bedroom, heading into the living room. Zayn sat back on the couch, watching the TV but this time it was really low. When he heard me coming he shifted in his seat biting his lip, raising an eyebrow towards me. He smiled sensually, and I smiled back playfully. Two can play at this game. I walked right past him, into the now clean kitchen that still needed to be swept and mopped. I ignored it for now and opened the freezer, grabbing the vanilla ice cream that Zayn had bought for me when I had my monthly ‘friend’.
I scooped some out, and plopped it in a bowl. I put the cream back in the fridge, grabbed a spoon and went back to the living room. Zayn eyed me suspiciously as I sat on the opposite couch of him, lying down and eating my ice cream. After 10 minutes of watching the show, and eating my ice cream ever so slowly and a ‘bit’ seductively. Zayn stood and left the room, looking a bit annoyed.

I chuckled lightly to myself; He was close to his breaking point. I took less bites of my ice cream and waited for him to return. 5 minutes went by and he finally came back, but this time he was shirtless. He wore nothing but basketball shorts. Once seeing him I got wet between my legs. His muscles perfectly toned, His skin going perfect with his body shape. I bit my lip, and watched him cautiously.

He walked over, looking me up and down before sitting beside me. I took a bite of my ice cream and watched him oddly. He smiled then turned towards the TV, not even touching me. He was making this tension between us even more difficult for me to handle. He then looked at me, bending down opening his mouth “Ah” Sounding childlike wanting a bite of my food. I chuckled and scooped some, setting it in his mouth. “Mmmm” He said happily licking his lips.
I licked the spoon sensually, set it back in the half empty bowl and put it aside. Zayn watching my every move looking ever so innocent. When truthfully, there was a beast ready to be unleashed inside. I stretched my legs along the couch, resting my hands on my belly. After he ignored me once again he lifted my legs, sitting and putting my legs back on his lap. His hand resting on my knee. I watched him unnoticingly as he tapped his foot lightly on the carpeted floor.

I gritted my teeth, when was he going to give in? I couldn’t keep waiting for him to make a move. Being deep in thought I felt tickling on my legs, looking down Zayn had started trailing his fingers lightly along my legs. Moving higher and higher on my thighs caressing them ever so gently. I watched him needingly, my heartbeat quickening. After many minutes of him caressing me he grabbed my hand, pulling me up lightly. I sat up smiling and moving onto his lap, straddling him. He looked up to me happily and brushed hair out of my face like he did earlier.
He held my chin with his thumb, making me look at him. “You’re so beautiful” He said before kissing my lips lightly. I deepened our kiss, I wanted so much more from him. He bit my lip, and then slipped his tongue into my mouth asking for entrance, I let him in. He relaxed into the couch as we sat, readjusting our position. I felt him harden a bit more underneath me and I giggled into the kiss. Our make out session became a bit more heated as I palmed him lightly over his basketball shorts, a pleasured moan escaping his lips.

His hands crept up my shirt, massaging, rubbing and playing with my chest. I gasped happily and arched back. Zayn trailing kisses along my neck, our breathing heavily in sync together. I wrapped my hand around his nape as I palmed him even more. I started to pull my shirt over my head; he had helped by finishing the job. Once it was removed I covered myself feeling the insecurity falling in. He grunted and removed my hands lightly, licking one of my erect nipples. I whimpered in appreciation, he placed his hands around my hips and sucked on my nipples once again.

I couldn’t take the tenderness any longer; I pulled on the waistband of his shorts hoping he would get my plea. He smirked and pulled them down, his length hitting his stomach pleasingly. I smiled and wrapped my hand around him, pumping him slowly at first but picking up the pace. Moans and grunts escaping his lips against my breasts that he still licked and played with. I repositioned myself on his side, leaning down and licking his tip that now leaked with pre-cum.
He leant back staggering in breaths as I took in bit by bit sucking him dry. He caressed my back lovingly while I worked him. I pulled him out licking my lips, smiling happily. I turned back, grabbing the bowl of ice cream that was almost melted into a liquid, dipping my fingers into it and rubbing it up and down his length “Baby it’s cold” he whined.

“I know” I hushed before pecking his lips quickly. After a fine coat of the cream was around him, I leant down licking a stripe up his erection. He held in his breath, rubbing his hands on his face in frustration. His fingers moved hair out of the way that curtained my face. Wanting a full view of the show he was receiving. “Baby.. Baby..Baby..” He kept repeating quietly and I popped him out of my mouth. I licked the remaining ice cream from my lips before leaning up to kiss him, then I felt his liquids shooting onto my stomach.

His breathing slowed and he caressed my cheek. I fluttered my eyelashes a few times after receiving a few kisses back. He pulled his shorts off the rest of the way, throwing them to the side and he laid me back down on the couch as I bit my curled finger sensually. He kissed me on my lips and trailed the kisses down the valley of my chest, down my belly, and along my hips before stopping at the rim of my shorts.

“Hmm.. I think these need to come off” He looked up questioningly. I still bit my curled finger, I giggled and nodded yes. He kissed my hip again and pulled off my shorts and panties in one sly motion. Revealing my already wet heat, I blushed looking away embarrassed.
I looked into his beautiful brown eyes, he kissed me for reassurance and licked his lips hungrily. Before I knew it he spread my legs a bit farther apart and dipped his warm tongue inside of me, licking lovingly in every area. I searched desperately for his hand, needing something to grasp onto. He reached his hand up and grabbed it, entwining our fingers tightly. He stopped and looked up to me happily, I rose an eyebrow in confusion. He reached over and grabbed the bowl of the now melted ice cream, dipping his fingers in and swirling it around them, showing me how much he wanted to add. He smiled lightly and put the cold liquids inside, dipping his fingers in and out of me slowly. I whimpered sadly at how cold it actually was, adding it all over the areas he intended to clean up.

He squeezed my hand again in reassurance and dipped inside, licking me clean once again. I moaned when he hit the most pleasurable areas, I enjoyed every moment of what I was receiving. I let go of the sofa that I was clenching with my other hand and grabbed a fistful of his hair. He chuckled into my heat making me groan from the vibrations, he had pushed me over the edge. “Zayn.. Zayn.. Zayn..” I kept whispering under my breath. He lifted his head smiling “Yes?” He questioned. He knew exactly what he had done; I moaned in happiness and let my orgasm go. My fluids leaked out and I lied back in pleasure. I closed my eyes, my chest rising up and down heavily.

I then felt breathing crawling up my body, then hitting my ear, nibbling my earlobe lightly. I smiled and wrapped my arms around his nape. I opened my eyes to a wide eyed happy Mr. Malik. I giggled and pushed him down to the other side of the sofa where I straddled him. He smirked and held my hands in his own, rubbing his thumbs into my palms. “Didn’t you top last time?” He smirked raising an eyebrow.

“I don’t think you deserve to because you didn’t do what I asked” I said kissing him. He chuckled and watched me in pure ecstasy. I kept my eyes on him as I adjusted myself, sitting gently onto his hard member. I groaned, once adjusted happily I bounced a few times. Zayn moaned gratefully and licked his lips, he sat up and I wrapped my legs around his waist to keep myself steady while he was biting my neck playfully. He rested his hands on my hips and started to nibble and suck on my nipples hungrily. I smiled happily and he tickled me quickly on my sides making me fidget, twist and turn on him. We both moaned and groaned in the pleasure that Zayn caused.

“That’s it” he groaned and stood up. I was still wrapped around him, himself still buried inside me. “Zayn, what are you doing?” I asked questionly. He groaned and walked down the hall to our room, pushing the door open with his hand. We stepped in and laid me down lightly on the bed “We need more room” he said huskily. He hovered over me, licking his lips. His arms held him up, while I was still wrapped around him. He thrusted quickly making me moan again. He thrusted a few more times kissing me up and down my body “God, I love you so much. I love you.. I love you..” He repeated a few times.

His thrusts became faster and deeper into me, I dug my nails into his back enjoying every moment of this. I came close to his ear and whispered “I love you too Zayn. I love you with all my heart” Once I said it he became happier and thrusted more carefully. “You’re so amazingly beautiful.. I love you” He said again. “God I.. Please don’t stop” I moaned scratching up his back even more. From that point on he thrusted and we kissed nonstop until we both were close. He became sloppy and I didn’t know how much longer I could hold it in “Please go first” He asked into my ear. “O" He thrusted again "Okay” I hushed. After 2 more thrusts I released myself onto him, screaming into a loud moan. He sighed happily and shot his seed into my heat.

He lay on top of me lightly, trying not to squish my small frame underneath him. Our breathing was in sync, our chests rising heavily up and down. His head laid on my chest his breath tickling my skin. I played with his now messy hair, smiling. His beautiful face towards me, but his eyes closed in happiness. I still had my legs wrapped tightly around his waist holding myself close to him, I didn’t want to let go. I closed my eyes smiling, thinking of all the love Zayn had made to me. I felt myself starting to drift off to sleep but was awoken by Zayn lifting his head from my chest, smiling up to me. I smiled back but looked at him longingly, unsure of what he was doing.

“I’m sorry” He said quietly.

“It’s fine” I said ruffling my hand through his hair a few times.

“No, it’s not fine. I don’t like when you’re upset with me” He pouted a bit.

“Zayn, please. It’s fine” I reassured him.

He huffed and looked down between us, seeing that we were still attached to each other. He wriggled his body a bit and pulled out, my body instantly aching. I groaned a bit, feeling very tired. I scooted closer to the pillows, propping myself up and getting under the covers.
Zayn got up, putting on some shorts. “Do you need anything?” He asked at the end of the bed.
“Mm mm” I shook my head. He nodded and got under the covers next to me. “I want to ask you something?” He asked, his fingers caressing my hips.

“Mmm?” I asked tiredly. His face went blank for a second. He took a deep breath and turned over, reaching into the nightstand next to him. He fumbled in it for a minute, once he found what he was looking for he turned back over, smiling to me. He propped his hand to his cheek, holding himself up. His hand slipped a small red box in between us, I widened my eyes to him.
“Zayn?” I questioned. He smirked and opened it to reveal a beautiful heart shaped diamond ring that was to die for. I sat up (Naked flesh and all) looking at him in awe.

“I want you to marry me, I want to spend the rest of my life with you” Tears brimmed my eyes, I held my hand over my mouth unsure of what to say. I looked into his beautiful hazel eyes as he continued.

“You mean absolutely everything to me, I want you to be my wife and I love you with all my heart” He finished. Tears fell down my cheeks, I smiled to him and picked up the little box, admiring the ring inside.

“What do you say?” He shrugged, smiling.

I continued to bite my lip, but smiled. “What happens If I say no?” I asked playfully.
He chuckled, taking the small box from my hand and slipping the ring onto my ring finger. “I guess I’d have to force you then” He snickered. I laughed at his reply and admired the ring on my finger.

“Of course” I hushed, wrapping my arms around his nape. He kissed my lips, then trailing kisses down my neck. We went into a spooning position and he held my body close to his and we cuddled until the next morning.

~5 weeks later~

“Okay, I’m a week past my period. I’m just late, that’s all” I kept repeating to myself. I bit my fingernails, unsure of what to do with myself. Zayn was at work and I haven’t had my period in a week, It always comes on time. I called my two best friends who happened to be sisters.
It rang a few times before Andrea picked up “Hey, what’s up!?” She asked happily. “Who is it?” Amber asked in the back ground. “It’s (y/n)” She said back.

“Listen, can you guys please come over? It’s urgent” I bit my lip.

“Sure, we’ll be over in a minute” She said before hanging up.

~10 minutes later~

The door swung open “Okay, what is it!?” Amber’s red hair flailing behind her. Andrea walked in behind her, rolling her eyes to Amber. They both sat on each side of the couch, staring intently towards me.

“I umm..” I gulped.

“Tell us bby” Andrea crinkled her nose, her cat nose ring moving up and down.

“I think.. I think I may be pregnant” I bit my fingernails again.

Amber’s mouth dropped open.

“No way!” Andrea said hitting me in the arm.

“I mean… I.. I think I am..”

“Does Zayn know?” Andrea asked quickly, furrowing her eyebrows.

“No… And I’m afraid to tell him..” I trailed off.

“Well, you’re gonna have to tell him sometime” Andrea said again.

“Well, like I said. I think I am” I sighed.

“Take a test” Amber offered.

“I don’t have any..” I laid my head on the back of the couch.

“I’ll go get you some” Amber smiled happily.

I perked my head up “Would you?”

“Of course” She replied.

~~~~
After getting Amber money from my purse, she left to the store. Andrea and I were the only ones in the silent house. We sat on the couch once more, Andrea fixing her hair and I biting my nails out of nervousness. All of the thoughts of Zayn’s reaction turning out incredibly bad kept running through my mind. I mean I want kids, but not yet! I’ve always dreamed of Zayn being the father of my children, but we’re not ready to be parents just yet. I glanced down at the beautiful ring Zayn had given to me. Bursting into tears, Andrea instantly came to my aid, wrapping her arms around me “What’s wrong? Please don’t cry” She cooed. “The love of my life is probably going to leave me because the bastard didn’t wear a condom” I choked out. “He’s not gonna wanna marry me” I showed her the ring again. I was so pleased of it once I received it, always admiring it. Twisting and turning it making sure it was always there, knowing that Zayn did love me. He was everything to me, and now this whole ‘engagement’ thing is going to be canceled.

“Andrea, you don’t understand… I love him” I eyeballed her. She replied with a saddened look, she knew what I was thinking. She squeezed me into a comfortable hug “If he cares for you enough to give you a ring, he won’t leave you” She said confidently. I opened my mouth to say something but quickly shut it when the door swung open. I stopped breathing for a moment, thinking it was Zayn. But luckily, it was only Amber carrying a little brown bag that obviously had the tests in it.

“So the stupid skank at the counter, gave me the most disgusted look ever. And I wanted to curb stomp the bitch” She said handing me the bag, trying to cheer me up but to no avail. “Thanks” I sniffled and snatched the bag from her. I walked into the bathroom, closing the door slowly behind me. I stood in front of the toilet, wiped the tears from my eyes, and sat on the toilet.

I had set the two tests I had just taken on the sink, pulling out the third one and started to pee. “Oh hey Zayn!” I heard Amber say ever so loudly. My mouth dropped, Zayn wasn’t supposed to be back yet.

*Zayn’s P.O.V*

“Baby?” I said walking through the door, throwing my keys on the counter and making my way into the living room. “Oh hey Zayn!” An all too familiar voice said. It was Amber and Andrea, they both stood near the bathroom door. “Where’s (y/n)?” I asked raising an eyebrow. ‘She… Ughh.. She’s in the bathroom” Andrea nodded her head towards the door. I walked towards it, but was blocked from the two. “You can’t go in there” Amber pushed me away slowly.

“‘I can’t go in there?’” I mimicked. “She’s my fiancée, I’ve seen her naked plenty of times” I said a bit frustrated. They looked towards at each other than to me “We’ll see you later (y/n)” they said flicking there chins toward the door. Andrea gave me an evil look, while Amber gave me a saddened look while brushing past me. Something was up. Once they left I opened the bathroom door slowly “Babe?” I asked peeking my head in. (y/n) sat on the toilet, peeing like the other two had said.

She smiled “How was work?”

I smirked “It was okay, but I’m glad I’m home now” I bent down giving her a kiss. I stepped in front of the sink, turning on the cool water and washing my hands. “So why were the two girls here?” I asked nonchalantly. I looked over to (y/n) who stared dead into space, not answering my question. She shook her head “Oh.. they.. they were just stopping by” She said a little too quickly. Yup, something was definitely up; I know when she is lying and when she isn’t. “mhmm” I replied back wiping my hands on the towel next to the sink.

(y/n) wiped, flushed the toilet and walked out the door. I followed her slowly, into the kitchen. “Is there anything I can make you?” She asked opening the fridge. “Mmm no” I shook my head even though she didn’t look at me.

I leant on the kitchen table, taking a deep breath. She moved her way around me to the counter, her back towards me. She started chopping some lettuce she grabbed from the fridge. I clapped my hands together, came from behind her, and wrapped my arms around her stomach area. “What’s wrong babe?” I asked into her ear, squeezing her a bit. She stopped chopping for a moment then continued, not answering my question. I asked her again “Babe, what’s the matter?” I squeezed her a bit harder this time. “Ow!” She yelped, throwing the knife down and squirming out of my arms.

*Your P.O.V*

“Zayn, you’re gonna hurt the God damn baby if you keep doing that!” Before I knew what I was saying it blurted out of my lips. I covered my mouth, tears starting to run down my face.
Zayn’s jaw dropped “The… The baby?” He swallowed hard. “I’m… I’m pregnant” I stuttered. He didn’t move, his eyes searched the room trying to look any where’s but to me.

Tears kept running down my face, my lips pursed into a straight line. “Zayn, Say something. Do something please, anything” I pleaded. His eyes locked onto mine, stepped closer to me. But brushed right by me and walked out of the kitchen. I slid to the floor, curling up into a ball. The expected happened, he walked away. He didn’t want to be in this baby’s life, he’s going to do what he did now. He’s going to walk out, leave me, thinking he had a choice.

Flustered in my thoughts I heard a door slam, the bathroom door. ‘What is he doing?’ I thought. I got up from the floor, running past the bathroom and into our bedroom, slamming the door behind myself.

*Zayn’s P.O.V*

“Anything” she pleaded. I can’t believe she’s pregnant. Is it even mine? Has she been screwing around with some other guy that I don’t know about? I have been so loyal to her, so she turns around and fucks some other guy? Maybe she didn’t though, maybe it is mine. I needed to clear my head; I walked past her without saying a word. Rushing into the bathroom, slamming the door and locking it quickly. I sat on the edge of the tub, ruffling my hands through my hair. I sniffled; tears ran down my face, Is it mine? How could she do this to me? I needed to talk to someone, anyone. I pulled out my phone, unlocked it and scrolled through my contacts. I hit the call button, after the second ring my best friend Liam picked up.

“Hey Zayn!” He said happily.

I sniffled “Hey”

Instant concern filled his voice “What’s wrong? Everything okay?”

“Kind of” I pushed my hand through my hair again.

“Did you two fight?”

(y/n) and I rarely ever fight, sometimes it gets pretty bad so her and I take time from each other,
kind of like we are now. I always talk to Liam about my problems, he helps me through it.
“She’s umm…” I tapped my foot. “She’s pregnant” I stood up from the tub, walking towards the sink.

“Congratulations!” He cheered. “But are you sure? Has she taken any tests?” He asked quickly. Right on queue I noticed a brown little bag barely hidden behind the toilet. How did I not notice it before? “Hold on” I said quickly, then set the phone down. I hunched over and grabbed the little bag, opening it and pulling out three little tubes. Pregnancy tests. I checked each one out carefully “+ + +” They were all positive.

*Your P.O.V*

I had cried into the pillows of our bed ‘He’s going to leave’ ‘He doesn’t want me or the baby’ The bedroom door swung open and in walked Zayn, ever so slowly. His face shaded bits of pink Was he crying? I sat up doing criss cross apple sauce, rubbing my eyes quickly. He sat slowly at the edge of the bed, setting the little brown bag in between us. I gulped, staring at my entwined fingers. He scooted a bit closer to me “Whose is it?” he asked almost breaking into tears.

Notes

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