The Fighter (Ziall Horlik)AU M-preg

Chapter 16

"I want to go home, Niall." I mumbled. Niall nodded to me and started to get my crew to help me out of the locker room. I leaned on them as we walked, especially when we all got swamped outside the arena with thousands of paparazzi and people that I could only describe as fans. I had enough wits to get Niall in my arms and holding him and our baby close to me. At the moment, I didn't care what the press would say about me and Niall, I just wanted to keep my world safe.

"I'm going to be sick." Niall told me. That was all I took for me to ignore whatever fatigue I was feeling from my fight and pick him up in my arms. I pushed through the crowd to get to the car that was waiting. People moved out of my way the quicker I moved, so I broke into a run to get my babies in the car. I heard Niall gag a little bit just as I got him into the car.

"Give me a bag!" I yelled at Harry. He threw me the small duffle bag I had after throwing my stuff out of it. I gave it to Niall and he emptied his stomach into it. I rubbed his back and let him know I was here for him. Louis and Harry climbed in the back seat while Mark got in the passenger seat. Niall finished and took a deep breath. I took the bag from him and placed it on the floor of the car that was moving slowly.

"Is that better?" I asked, rubbing his stomach. He nodded, then we both cuddled together as best as we could. I closed my eyes, but I could still hear Harry flirting with Louis like a fucking teenage girl. Louis wasn't any better with the giggles and stupid compliments. I like to think Niall and I are past that stage in our relationship and were never there, but according to Mark we were always just love sick puppies.

We got to the hotel we were all staying at here in Yorkshire. There was a shit ton more paparazzi out there surrounding our car and the entry way to the cheep yet really nice hotel. Even the police officers couldn't get the crazy people taking pictures to move. I pulled Niall to me and Harry got Louis close to him. We gave each other a small nod like we were ready to protect the small boys before I jumped out of the car.

Niall let me carry him through the crowd of people, his hand rubbing into his stomach to keep himself calm. Harry was right behind me, pushing people back lightly to get away from the short brunette. The four of us got into the hotel finally, but we didn't stop moving as fast as we could until we were in the safety of the elevator.

"I guess the driver gets the bag of the fighter full of his boyfriends vomit." Harry chuckled to me. That caused us all to let out a breath of relief and smile a little bit. This whole situation was crazy to be in. I understand I just won a fight that had a ten thousand dollar price on it, but all of those people just wanted a picture of me. Maybe it was just for Harry because he's kind of famous. All I know is once Niall starts showing more and once it gets out that I'm a bisexual fighter, things are going to get harder.

"Get some rest, Zayn. We'll start training in the morning. Keep in mind your next fight is in five days." Harry told me before he walked Louis down the hall to his room. Harry actually helped me out a bit with this hotel thing. I was planning on fighting then going back to Bradford the same night because I can't afford to spend my money on a hotel or motel. He payed for this and I'm really grateful, but I did make him find a hotel that was cheep so he wasn't spending too much money even though he has more money than he knows what to do with. I've never been in a hotel so this was pretty cool to me. It's like a really big house with a bunch of bedrooms and a swimming pool and ice machines. Those are weird, but Niall seemed like it was normal so I pretended I wasn't fascinated by a machine that makes ice cubes all day. Like, that shit is cool.

Niall and I got back to our room where I stripped off all my clothes just down to my boxers and climbed into bed. My eyes slipped shut while I heard Niall doing stuff for him to get ready for bed as well. Soon, he got in next to me but startled me by placing a cloth full of ice on my throbbing face.

"It looks so painful. Just go to sleep and I'll take off the ice in a few minutes." He told me quietly. I sighed and let my hand find his little bump before letting how tired I really was come over my body.

Niall's POV

The morning after Zayn's fight I woke up in the hotel bed alone. I looked around for a minute before getting up to take my vitamins and pills to help me not have morning sickness as bad. Those actually work, but yesterday with that mob of people I couldn't really help but feel sick to my stomach.

Once all of that was done and I had gotten dressed, I found myself wandering down to the gym that was in the hotel. There I found Zayn already covered in sweat doing some type of exercise with a jump rope while Mark and Harry watching him. I walked into the smelly room and went to see what he was actually supposed to be doing.

"Keep going. You've done ten minutes, you can do ten more." Mark said encouragingly. Zayn groaned and looked up from the ground to see me. That caused him to begin to do his fast feet faster and the jump rope to move swiftly under his feet. His brown eyes stayed trained on me as the minutes ticked away. His face was brused and his eyes were a little swollen from his fight yesterday no matter how long I kept ice on his as he slept.

"Time. Push ups, give me one hundred." Mark told Zayn. Zayn obediently listened and hit the floor doing the fastest push ups I've ever seen anyone do. I rubbed my belly hoping our baby was as proud of the man in front of me as I was. The only response I got was a growling from my stomach. Harry laughed at the loud sound and came over to place his huge hand on the slight swell of my stomach.

"When Zayn is done with this set of push ups, we'll give him back to you so you both can eat together. Just do me a quick favor and sit on Zayn's back." Harry offered to me with a cheeky grin. I giggled and climbed on top of Zayn, catching a ride on his back.

"Careful, Fighter. You have precious cargo." Mark reminded Zayn as he continued to go at the same fast pace of push up like he didn't have one full grown man on him and a growing baby. I smiled at the name he seemed to be called my everyone now. He was no longer Zayn Malik, he was the fighter. He was also the love of my life even if I hate watching him get hit in that sport he's stupidly good at doing.

A/N: I'm back!!! Sorry for not updating, I was busy with my show and stuff. I'm going on fall break this week on Thursday and Friday, so I'll update those days allot more. I'm back and my shows went amazing!!! Tell me a story about yourself that will make me laugh!!!! Comment / Vote!
- Bri;)