Dead (A Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Part 11

You wake up gradually, with Zayn sitting up, stroking your hair calmly.

"Zayn, you don't have to baby me," you say calmly, "I'm only pregnant."

He smirks and walks out of the room. Minutes later, he returns with a cup of tea and bowl of cereal.

He kisses you gently on the forehead, resting your neck in his hand, and then proceeds to feed you cereal gently with a spoon.

Suddenly, a ringing arises. Zayn gently sets the bowl down next to you and sits up. Once again, he kisses your forehead gently before standing up, getting his phone and leaving the room.

While he's gone, you feel your stomach. You run your hand over the bump and smile. You feel proud to be having Zayn's baby.

Zayn slowly enters the room with a half smile. He slowly sits down next to you.

"Hey, babe," he says sadly, "I have another interview to do tomorrow. I'm sorry, but you're going to have to go to the doctor alone."

Your smile fades. You lie down on your side and stay quiet for a minute. Then, Zayn lies down next to you and wraps his arms around your waist. You feel his breathing on your shoulder as you drift off to sleep, his large chest beating in time with yours.