Safe Than Sorry (A Zayn Malik fan fiction)

We Can Go From Here I guess...

Zayn's POV:

I need to stay with my boys. I can't believe what has been going on with Liam. I feel terrible. He's mentally unstable. He can't deal with the stuff going on right now alone. He needs me and I need him. If we are going to be runaways with the rest of the group, we need to cut off the people that we love. As harsh as it sounds, it needs to happen. I won't let Courtney get hurt by Harry. It will happen if I don't leave her for good.

**calls Courtney**

"Hello?"

"Hey, it's Zayn"

"oh, hi. have you made your mind up?"

"Yeah, I have, I'm going to stay with my pals. I don't want to be a father and I don't wanna be in any relationships either. I'm sorry."

I can't believe I just said that. I lied. I want to be a part of this kid's life and I want to have a loving relationship with her. She's the one for me. I need to let her go, if it;s real love then she will come back to me, if not then were not meant to be.

"What? I really thought you were different" she says but I can hear the sadness in her words

"You and I just need to keep our distance, you aren't the one for me and I'm sure you can find another guy to care for you and our baby um I mean the baby" I correct myself

"Zayn it's not that easy, you can't just leave me." She's broken inside I can hear it in her voice

"I'm sorry, I gotta go" I hang up the phone immediately and go check on Liam.

Liam is peacefully resting in some shitty motel bed, I wish I could help him more but I honestly don't know what to do anymore.

I can't get Courtney off my mind either, I can't understand what she is going through. I'm such an asshole, I don't know if I should apologize to her or just not contact her. She hasn't called or texted me since the phone call. I need rest. I hop into the shitty bed with Liam. I hate sharing these beds, they are way too small.

Courtney's POV:

When he hung up that phone, my heart dropped down to my stomach. Hearing the words that he was saying, it just broke my heart and I don't know how I'm gonna support this baby, there are other options though. I might give my doctor a call and get some information on abortion. I don't want to get an abortion but I don't know how I can support this baby.

When I spoke to Zayn at McDonalds, I wished kissed him. Or maybe I wanted him to kiss me. I miss his kisses. He always had a faded taste of mint on the tip of his tongue. I just want him to hold me in his arms like he used to. What am I suppose to do now. I'm pregnant. He is part of some gang and he's worried I'm gonna get hurt? I can feel anger starting to take over my sadness I had for him leaving me but he could've told me this sooner. I can take care of myself. If he thinks he's protecting me he's wrong. Whatever he said about Harry probably isn't true. Harry was a flirt with me but Zayn was probably jealous.

I lie on the couch of our, well my apartment. I need rest. This baby needs rest.