Pinky Promises

"Well tell me something. Tell me a lie." I asked him. He thought to himself for a moment and then smiled. "I hate you." He wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed my forehead. I turned to face him. "Now tell me something true." I whispered. "I love you. I could never hurt you and I never will." He finally spoke. I giggled to myself. "Promise?" I stuck my pinky up at him. He intertwined his pinky with mine and leaned in next to my ear. "Promise."


31. Morning Sickness

It has been a few weeks now that we were in New York and I had just experienced my first morning sickness. I laid now in the bathroom on the floor, waiting for someone to find me. I felt sick to my stomach. I must of catched more than this. I must of caught a sickness because being this nauseous couldn't be from pregnancy. Zayn walked in with a glass of water and some pain killers. I thanked him and took a sip. He bent down and smiled.

"How have you been?" he asked me. I shrugged.

"I've managed."

"Are you going to come out and hang with us?" he asked me. I leaned over the toilet and puked once more, wiping my face on the towel.

"probably not."

"Oh come on! You have to come soon. Besides, tomorrow we can't hang. We have a concert."

"I can't."

"Is it because of Harry?" why does he always ask this, I shook my head.

"I've been puking all morning. I'm not going out like this." I explained. He shrugged and got up.

"Okay I guess, but hey, maybe we can order you some food?"

"Zayn, I just possibly puked the medicine back up. I'm just going to puke the food back up later." I giggled. He nodded, going for the door.

"Well I guess we'll be seeing you later?" I nodded and watched as everyone's sound slowly vanished out the door and into the lobby. I sighed and laid back down on the ground. I closed my eyes and when I opened them, I noticed that I was on the couch. I looked up and saw him. Ryan. He was here.

"What the hell are you doing here?" I shouted. He didn't answer. Instead, he pushed me off the couch and into a table. I yelped in pain, looking at him.

"I just escaped prison. I needed to finish off my job." he mumbled, pushing me to the ground. He had my hands tied to the legs of the table. In the corner, he was slowly stripping.

"Oh my god." I mumbled, trying to free myself. He then pulled himself over me and kissed my neck.

"I know you've been waiting for this moment." he whispered in my ear.

That's when I jerked up, screaming. I quickly opened my eyes, noticing I was in my bedroom. Well, Zayns. I've been staying at Zayn's ever since Harry and I broke things off. I looked around and saw no one in sight. I got up and walked into the living room area. No one was here. I locked the door even tighter, hoping no one would come in.

"It was just a dream." I whispered, sitting onto the couch. I calmed myself down and watched some tv. Everyone would be gone for the next hour, might as well get some stuff done.I watched a little tv, folded some laundry, and cleaned the place up. It seems that Liam and Zayn make the biggest mess of man kind. After cleaning a but, I order some Chinese to the hotel room. I was feeling a lot better, since I got some rest. When the Chinese came, I gave the guy his money and tip and walked back into the living room area to finish an episode of Family Guy, one of the most popular shows to watch if you were with the boys. An hour had passed and the everyone came back. Olivia, Niall, Danielle, Liam, Zayn, Louis, Eleanor, and Harry. Harry looked at me, and then away. We haven't really talked for awhile. Niall, Olivia, and Danielle joined me in the living room area, Niall went to the bathroom in Danielle and Liam's room, and Louis, Harry, and Zayn went to the kitchen area. I smiled and walked into the kitchen.

"Hey Zayn." I smiled, walking over to him. He gave me a fresh smile.

"I see you're feeling better."

"Yes, I guess I needed some sleep. In the bed if I may add."

"That's good. You were actually healthy enough to pick yourself up and walk your way over to the bed or did you crawl?" he smiled, grabbing a sandwich.

"You're so funny."

"What do you mean?" he asked me.

"Well I guess thank you for putting me in the bed. I feel so much better because of it."

"Kaylie, I didn't put you in my bed. I left, remember. Maybe you just don't remember getting up and walking over to the bed." he smiled and walked away. I noticed Harry looked at me, but he quickly looked away. I could tell there was something on his mind. Wait, was he the one who put me in Zayn's bed? He looked up at me, gave me a shy smile, and walked back into the living area with Louis and the others.

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