Our Moment

17 year old dancer Chloe moves from a small city called Portsmouth to London with her best friend Bonnie. Little did she know she lived two floors up from the famous Zayn Malik, who she is becoming to see a lot more of.


24. Oh no.

Zayn's P.O.V

I woke up to the sound of someone being sick, I looked next to me to find no Chloe. I hopped out of bed and walked into the bathroom where a poorly Chloe was sat cuddling the toilet, I reached down and pulled her hair round to the back of her neck and started rubbing her back, she spewed up a bit more sick and more and more thoughts kept running through my mind, food poisoning? A bug? Pregnant? NO she can't be pregnant, we always use protection, and the last time we had actual intercourse was... about four weeks ago, obviously we've done other stuff.  Then another thought hit me, I didn't have any condoms left. She's on the pill though right? 

"Babe" I finally speak up, suddenly feeling sick, she wiped her mouth and turned round to look at me

"Yeah?" she sounded rough, "do you think you might be... You know?" Her face suddenly turned more pale than it already was, "but I'm on the pill" her voice shaky and her hands trembling. 

"I'll drive to the chemist and get three pregnancy tests okay? Wait here, don't move" I jumped up and shoved some sweats and converse on and raced to the chemist. 

I reached the door and it wasn't open, I banged on the door and a little old lady came to the window "we're not open yet dear" she tried to shout through the window, I sighed.

"I know but please let me in, it's a huge emergency" I shouted back, and caught her smiling.

"Think she's pregnant? Come on in, we've just got some new tests in today" she chuntered on as she unlocked the door. I sighed a sigh of relief and pushed the door open, and instantly got handed three pregnancy tests. I reached in my pocket to find some money for the woman, but she stopped my hand and pulled it out of my pocket. Her fingers felt fragile and as if they were going to snap off onto my wrist. 

"I couldn't possibly" I started before she interrupted me 

"don't say no to me young man, now leave before I get in any trouble!" She sternly ushered me out of the door "thank you!" I smiled at her before I hopped into my car and sped home again. I got the lift, that had finally been fixed, to Chloe's flat and ran into the bathroom, she wasn't there. So I looked in the bedroom and she was laying down on the bed "I thought I told you not to move" I laughed and she rolled her eyes at me "I'm sorry but the smell of my own sick made me want to be sick and that would've made me even more sick than I already am!" she smiled at me with her eyes closed. Sometimes, she made no sense, for example, what she just said. "I got the best ones there" I looked at the floor and bit my lip while she got up and pecked my cheek, I could smell the mouthwash so she'd definitely brushed her teeth. She was all about cleanliness. 

The bathroom door slammed shut and I slumped myself against the wall outside. I waited what seemed like forever until finally the door lurked open. I stood up immediately "well?" a tear fell down her cheek as she did the dreaded nod. I felt my mouth drop open.

"I don't understand how" she whimpered, I gladly pulled her into my arms, I know for a fact that I'm not ready to be a father, but I'm prepared to do whatever Chloe wanted. She buried her head into my chest "let's go sit down and talk this through" I suggested and she nodded. We walked through into the living room and I went to make some hot chocolate. 

We sat down on the sofa and I cuddled her into my arms "what do you want to do?" she sniffled. 

"Whatever you want to do baby, I'll always be with you and support your decision no matter what" I felt her smile, and I think I knew what she was going to say next. I know I said I wasn't ready to be a dad, but I would never abort a baby. No way. 

"Shall we give it a go and keep it?" she chirped, and I smiled at her and put my hand on her belly "anything for my girl and little bump" she slowly turned around and kissed me softly on the lips "thank you" she said quietly. "I don't want to tell anyone until I really start showing though" she sighed and put her cups to her lips. I could understand why, with the paps everywhere and being judged by just about everyone. I just hope all this pressure isn't too much for her, but I'm going to be here for her, for our little baby.  

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