How Did We Get Here // Luke Hemmings & Zayn Malik

Chapter 52: Gas Station

Zayn had to keep yelling to his father. He hated the idea of sticking with keeping the child. But at the end, he was at ease, knowing we might not keep the child.

At midnight, Zayn took me to the gas station. Apparently having the tank almost on half empty can ruin the car. I got off with him, looking at him delicately putting the pump inside the car. Just looking at him makes me fall in love over and over again. I can't explain the feeling. It's like I'm already head deep in love with Zayn but whenever I lay eyes on him, I just grow deeper in love. It's almost like falling all over again, except that I'm already in love.

Then he takes me inside the shop. He laughs "So, how's the pregnant cravings? I'm not really familiar with everything. Like are you going to wake me up in the middle of the night and make me buy you pickles or kumquats?" I roll my eyes "I don't know yet, but now I feel like slapping you." He laughs "You know I'm only messing with you right." I grin "you know I'm not right." His laugh is replaced with a serious scared face but then smirks. He holds my waist and kisses my cheek "feisty." I laugh "Thank you for cheering me up. I know how you feel. I love you." He smiles and walks over to the slushy machine "Cherry right?" I smile "You remember?!" he rolls his eyes "Emma, half of our dates ended up at the gas station and you asking for a cherry slushy." I scoff "Well, guess what smart ass, I don't want that." He smirks "Oh really?" I smirk "I want chips with a Blue Berry Slushy." He grins and gets himself a cherry slushy and me what I asked for.

We walk to the car and he drives to the beach parking lot. There he hands me my stuff. I open my Hot Cheetos bag and grab a chip. I want for him to turn to me. He looks at me carefully. I dip the chip inside the slushy. Then I eat it. He looks at me with disgust and horror "What does that taste like?" I smirk "Good." I dip another one and hand it to him. He doubtfully takes it and eats it.

I was kidding, it tasted nasty but to my surprise he loved it "You know what, it does taste good." I burst out in laughter "I was lying you dumb butt! It tasted horrible!" he clicks his tongue, throwing me napkins.

He takes me to his dorms. I sigh "Zayn! Won't you get in trouble?" he smirks "What more could I do? Your already knocked up." I grin, rolling my eyes and kissing his hand. His humor just amazes me. I know he doesn't say it to insult me but to lighten the tense mood. I know he's dying inside but god I love him.

We tip toe into his room, turning on the lamp. He sighs, throwing his coat on the chair "My roommate isn't here for tonight; you can sleep in my bed." I look around and remember Luke's bed. It's changed. It's no longer orange sheets and punk rock posters. Now it's blue sheets and clean walls.

I sit on his bed and slowly bend down to untie my shoes. Then Zayn kneels before me, holding my ankles "Here, let me. Don't hurt yourself." He unties my shoes, dropping them on the floor. Looking at him made me just want to cry. His actions were just beautiful. We are in love.

He turns off the lamp and crawls into his roommate's bed. I sigh, sitting up "Sleep with me please?" he chuckles "Hey now Emma, begging for me. Naughty, besides you have..." I grab a pillow and throw it to his face, shutting him up. He laughs, getting the pillow and crawling into bed, next to me. He holds my hand, putting his face in between my neck.

In the morning, Zayn quietly got up, changed for school. Quietly isn't the word, but he did try his best. Then he wrote me a note and placed it on the pillow next to me. I pretended I was asleep. When he left, I got up quickly and opened the card.

It was blank. I scoff then suddenly he storms into the room "I knew it! I knew you were awake." I giggle, slamming my body back to bed. He rushes to me, kneeling on the bed and bending towards my face "I love you Emma. Wait here for me; I'll be back in three hours. Love you." He kisses me and runs out of the room. 

The first hour I looked outside the window, watching all the guys act stupid. But then class started for all and I called the house. My dad picked up. I told him where I was. Then my dad passes the phone to my mom. She tells me we have to leave tomorrow morning.

The next hour I decided to clean up a bit, I know the room isn't really dirty but tidying up won't hurt.

As I cleaned, I came across a journal hidden away. I know I shouldn't read it but if it casually was knocked over and it opened to a page and my eyes carelessly read a few lines, I wouldn't exactly call it on purpose. I casually knock it over but it fell faced down. I sigh, knowing my plan failed. So I grabbed it and read it quickly "Natalie is hard to befriend. She is a great person but she's too hurt and I feel for her. If it were to me, I would ignore Nat but I love Emma too much." I close the book fast and held it towards my heart.

When Zayn came back, I sat by the window, smirking. He laughed "you cleaned up?" I smirked "You keep a journal?" he gasp, dropping his stuff on the floor "Did you read it?" I scoff "No! I saw it."