Nialls POV

I begged for her to wake up, but silently prayed time would stop forever, that I'd never have to hear the reason she was anorexic, why she stopped eating and let her body become a graveyard. A graveyard of sadness and, lifelessness. "Sarah?" I asked quietly, everyone else asleep, with it being 5:00 in the morning. But how could I sleep? When this was more than likely my fault? "Why?" I asked, not actually wanting an answer. "Niall" her sweet, fragile, voice replied, her eyes still closed "why?" I asked, tears threatening to escape. Her eyes gently opened to reveal sad, lifeless, blue eyes. "S-sorry" she mumbled before readjusting her position the the bed. I sighed, she's still asleep, I stroked her dry hair. Finally mustering enough courage, I actually looked at her, her brittle nails, sickly skin, match sticks of arms. It all connected. She'd been eating much less, and probably only when I was there. I let loose tears escape. Exhaustion, emotionally and physically, had ran their course. I snuggled close to my princesse and fell asleep.

Zayns POV

"Zayn, I- I think I'm pregnant" Perrie mumbled, looking distant, stepping out of the bathroom. She looks down and grabs her stomach. Millions of thoughts ran through my mind, how? When? Yes we'd had sex before, but always protected. "Zayn?" She asked, tears in her pretty eyes, "say something" I was in shock, "that's great, that's really great babe" I smiled to reassure her, I walked towards her and placed a hand on her belly, my child was in there, tiny and unborn, but there.
I woke with a start, Perrie thought she was pregnant, the test showed up negative but she was having morning sickness and cravings. We decided that at some point we'd get a blood test. I had no idea how to feel about it, I've got the ring, I'm planing on proposing next concert, but damn am I worried.