Your Love Is My Drug

Layla's the name, meeting him was amazayn, seeing him was amazayn, will loving him be amazayn too! Check out this story now to find out! C'mon at least read the first chapter! :)

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14. *Chapter Thirteen*

Layla's POV

My eyes flickered open but the streaming lights were coming from all over the room. I sat up with a massive headache. 

"You should lay back down." Someone said. I looked up to see it was Zayn. 

"Where am i? What am I doing here?" I asked.

"Your in the hospital. You-you had a miscarriage." He told me.

I was in total shock. "What, I wasn't pregnant?"

"You were for a month, why didn't you tell me?"

"I didn't even know that I was having a baby." My eyes started to water. I lost my first child that I didn't even know I had. It was my fault. I drank those shots at the bar that day. I killed my newborn. I started to cry. "It was my fault, I'm sorry I drank liquor one day, and I'm sorry." "Layla its okay, listen to me the doctor said there wasn't any way to save it."

"Its still my baby I didn't even know I had. I'm terrible."

"Its our baby, Layla, and you would've made the best mom."

I smiled and he leaned in to kiss my lips softly. 

"I love you," he said sweetly.

"I love you too."

The doctor said that I was free to go in a few hours. Zayn said he would pick me up then head over to his place. I sat in the hospital bed thinking what it would've been like to have a baby with Zayn. His or her little feet pitter pattering everywhere while Zayn chased them around. I may be young but maybe a family could be an option since I have no one. Zayn may have said he loved me but that doesn't mean were together. Besides I think a family can wait. At least til marriage.

Zayn picked me up and we pulled up to his flat. He placed his hand on my thigh.

"Look, I'm really sorry for everything, I just needed time-"

"Zayn, please not now. I really just want to lay down." He nodded and we walked up to his room. I laid on the bed cuddled up in a blanket with my back to Zayn. He laid beside me with his hands under his head.

"What would you had named it?" Zayn asked. I turned to face him.

"Caroline or Aiden." I smiled. I've always loved those names.

"Beautiful names." I listened to him go on about how life would've been with our baby. I fell asleep in his arms.

Zayn's POV

Wow. I can't even imagine what she's going through. Well I kind of have an idea, but this is probably getting to her. I really would've loved to be a dad. I love children. I think that's when they have the best imagination for art. I look over at Layla's tear stained cheeks. I hate to see her like this especially when she was going through the breakup. She probably thought I didn't see her but I did. She looked depressed and hurt, more than me. I suddenly got an idea. This is going to make her happy and mine again.

I gently got up from bed so I wouldn't wake her. I went downstairs grabbed my leather jacket and into my car to the florist. I got her some colorful carnations because I remembered that it was her favorite flower. I picked up a box of chocolates and a surprise gift. I went home and finished wrapping the gift. I walked upstairs and set the things on the table. I lightly shook her awake. She sat up with weary eyes. I sat next to her.

"How are you feeling?" I asked her.

"Alright." She said glumly.

"I got you something." I handed the flowers and the chocolates and the gift.

"Zayn you didn't have to do this."

"No, I wanted to."

"What's this?" She picked up the gift box.

"Open it." She slowly opened the box. 

"Oh my gosh Zayn." She gasped.

"Its not a wedding ring don't worry its a promise ring for us to stay faithful to one another for better or worse."

"Thank you Zayn, but I don't know like you said I screwed everything up. The baby, our relationship."

"No,no you didn't.  I was wrong. You made us stronger. And I love you for that. And the baby wasn't your fault. Now put it on." She slid the diamond ring on her ring finger and smiled at it. She wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me passionately. We fell back on the bed.

"Not so fast Missy," I sat up saying. "No baby making tonight." She giggled. "Well kissing doesn't make  babies does it?" She asked. "I suppose not." We kissed for quite awhile with frequent in between breaths. We then at a couple chocolates and we admired her flowers and ring. We talked about the most randomness things and laughed. She fell asleep in my arms, I kissed her forehead and dozed off into sleep.

 

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