Second Chances

I woke up today to morning sickness, as usual.

Getting up around eight AM, after mom had left for work, and throwing up was my new routine.

I was now sitting in biology, and my stomach was churning.

I felt like I was going to throw up again.

I don't know why they called it 'morning sickness'.

I felt sick every second of the day.

"Can I go to the toilet, please?" I asked the teacher, and she nodded.

I grabbed my bag and rushed out, needing some fresh air.

I wondered to the back of the science building, where nobody ever went.

I dropped my bag to the cement floor, and sat down, leaning against the brick wall for support.

My head tipped back, and I closed my eyes.

Why did the condom not work?

Did I want to keep the baby?

Do I need to go to the doctors?

How do I tell Mom?

How do I tell Tony?

If I choose to keep the baby, how am I going to support it?

The thoughts rushing through my brain was making me sicker and giving me a headache.

"Well, well, well. What do we have here?" A voice asked.

Fuck my life.

I squinted my eyes, looking at his figure standing to the left of me.

"Get lost."

"That's no way to talk to a friend, Princess." He smirked, looking down at me.

I took a second to observe him.

He was wearing a black hoodie, dark wash skinny jeans and Jordans.

He looked good.

"You're not my friend."

I physically shook the thoughts away from my head.

"Whoa, Princess. Don't go crazy on me, I don't deal with that shit."

"Don't call me that." I snarled, standing up and grabbing my bag.

I started to walk away from the ignorant douchebag, not wanting to spend a second longer with him.

He did get me pregnant.

Zayn grabbed my arm before I could get too far.

"You didn't mind me calling it you two months ago." He said lowly, speaking into my ear.

"Fuck you." I growled, pulling my arm away.

"You already have, we can do it again if you want to. My place or yours? Or right here?" He grinned, showing his perfect teeth.

I wanted to scream at him and tell him I was carrying his child, but I refrained.

Instead, I looked him dead in the eyes.

"In your dreams, asshole." And with that, I simply walked away.

I left a stunned Zayn behind.

I walked back into science class with a shit eating grin on my face.

~~~

"I spoke to Zayn earlier." I said quietly, picking a blade of grass and running it between my fingers.

Kat and I were sat outside under a large tree, letting it shield us from the sun.

Normally, we'd sit in the cafeteria for lunch, but the smell of the greasy food was making my morning sickness worse.

"Yeah? What did he say when you told him about baby Malik?" She asked, filing her nails.

"Oh no, I didn't say anything about that. He cornered me behind the science building; I basically flipped out on him."

"You can't go shouting at him, Rosie. He's the father of your child; you can't keep it from him forever."

"Yes I can, he's an asshole." I muttered.

"Who's an asshole?"

Kat and I jumped when two figures appeared from behind us.

Can you guess who it was?

Well, I'll tell you anyway.

It was Zayn and his wingman, Harry.

"I think you're the asshole, Zayn." Harry chuckled, sitting down by Kat.

She blushed slightly.

She was obviously thinking back to the night of the party, where she had sex with him too.

It was kind of weird thinking about it actually.

Harry and Kat slept together.

Zayn and I slept together.

Zayn and Harry are best friends.

Kat and I are best friends.

"Whatcha doin'?" Zayn asked in a childlike voice, leaning next to me.

"Leaving." I answered, prepared to walk away from him for the second time today.

"I'll come with you." Zayn said, getting up too.

"Ha, no way." I scoffed, putting my bag over my shoulder.

I made a mental note to watch how much I was putting in my bag, as it was getting heavy.

"I'll see you after school, wait for me." I told Kat.

"O-" Zayn cut her off before she could reply.

"Don't worry about her; I'll give her a lift home." He informed her, nodding slightly at Harry.

"I'll drive you home." Harry said to Kat, and I eyed them suspiciously.

"Well enjoy your time together, Harry and Kat, because there's no way I'm getting in a car with you." I told Zayn, turning on my heels and walking towards the building.

I still had half an hour to kill before my next class.

I heard Zayn jogging to catch up with me.

I groaned in annoyance.

"Why do you hate me?" He asked, walking at a pace to match mine.

I hate you because you got me pregnant.

"Why don't I hate you?" I smartly replied, opening the door to the art corridor.

Zayn followed too.

"Is it because I slept with you and never called?"

"Shush!" I hissed, although nobody was around and all the classrooms were empty.

"Don't be such a prude, Miss Anastasia. You had sex with me, big deal." Zayn rolled his eyes.

I chose to ignore his comment and went into one of the empty rooms, hoping he'd go away once he grasped the concept of 'wanting to be alone.

Of course, he didn't.

I took a seat at the desk, and Zayn came to sit by me.

"You're not going to give up, are you?"

"No." I chuckled slightly at his reply, and Zayn cracked a small smile.

"You're so irritating."

"I just want to talk to you." He shrugged, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Why are you suddenly interested in me?"

Zayn stared at me.

I tugged my jumper down, starting to feel as if he knew I was pregnant.

"I'm sorry about what happened at the party, well, actually, I'm not. It was good sex, you can’t deny that."

"And there you go again." I sighed.

"What?" He asked, confused.

"You're so full of yourself, Zayn! You're a douchebag to everyone!" I exclaimed, throwing my hands in the air.

"I'm not!" He gasped.

"Yes, you are!"

"Alright, at least I'm not a prude like you, Princess."

"Call me that one more time." I threatened, already pissed off with him to the max.

First, he gets me pregnant.

Secondly, he calls me a stupid name.

Lastly, he just has a face that pisses me off.

Zayn smirked and leaned forward, so our faces were only a centimeter apart.

My eyes flickered to lips, then back to his eyes.

"Sorry...Princess."

I growled and reached up to smack him, but before I knew what was happening, Zayn's lips were on mine.

He was kissing me for the second time.

Me, being me, kissed back.

I'm such an idiot!

Why the hell was I doing this?!

I was making out with the father of my baby!

The baby he didn't even know about!

I'd only known for a week myself!

I pushed on his chest, and he pulled away from me.

"What's wrong? Are you not into it?" He frowned, looking hurt.

Zayn Malik looking hurt?

That must be a first.

"It's complicated." I sighed, looking at the clock on the wall.

Time had passed quicker than I thought, and I now only had five minutes until my next class.

"Where are you going?" He wondered, noticing that I was grabbing my bag.

"I need to get to class." I muttered, pulling down my jumper again.

Zayn nodded and walked out the door with me, his hands in his hoodie pockets.

"Can I drive you home? I promise to be on my best behavior." He smiled, making me roll my eyes.

"I'll think about it." I chuckled.

"I'll take that as a yes!" He called, just as I entered the now busy hallway.

I shook my head and made my way to class, thoughts of Zayn clouding my mind.

I needed to tell him, and soon.

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