Scars

Chapter 63

ZAYNS POV

Carly has been pregnant for however many months and she just found out about the pregnancy.. She doesn't need this. Part of me wants the baby and the other part wants to get rid of the baby. The good side of me is starting to over rule the darker side. Carly is making me more sensitive to everything around me. I don't know if that's a good thing or a bad thing.

Carly lays with her head draped across my chest and her hair fans around her. Her breathing is slow paced. I lay my hand on the small of her back and rub up and down.

I take these minutes that I wake up before her, to study her. Her hair is thick and long. Her nose is so small and cute, lips are full and pink. Her cheeks are flushed from sleeping, which they are usually like that a lot, especially when I touch her waist. I smile to myself because of the mental picture.

I start to softly sing to her, while running my hand down the top of her hair. I see her eyes flutter. I know she's awake, but I continue singing to her quietly.

"You can open your eyes now." I laugh. She keeps her eyes shut and a small smile plays on her lips. I force her eyes open, lightly with my fingers and she laughs.

"Your voice is so good Zayn." She says and sits up.

"No it's not." I chuckle.

"It seriously is." She says more seriously.

"Whatever." I roll my eyes and she runs to the bathroom and I follow quickly behind her. She brushes her teeth and I do the same. I stare at her through the mirror.

"Can you sing?" I ask her after spitting the toothpaste into the sink.

"Uh, a little, I guess. I don't know." She shrugs and spits into the sink, quickly washing it away.

"Sing for me." I smile at her.

"No. I'm not just going to. I need music and stuff." She says shyly.

"I play a little guitar. We should do a duet!" I say all too excited. She scrunches her nose and shakes her head no.

"I'm not that good of a singer." She exits the bathroom and I walk behind her.

"Oh shut up. I bet you are." I raise my eyebrows.

"How much?" She asks, quickly brushing her lips against mine.

"20 dollars." I smirk. I lean into her, but she quickly pulls away, so that my lips barely graze hers. I roll my eyes at the lack of contact. "So sing," I continue.

"Fine." She huffs. "Don't make fun of me though."

I raise my hands in surrender. She sits at the edge of the bed and I sit across from her. She takes a breath like she's about to start and speaks, "I can't sing when you're staring at me!"

"I won't look." I take my phone out and pretend I'm looking through it.

She starts and her voice comes out raspy and sexy sounding:

"I feel so helpless now, my guitar is not around and I'm struggling with the xylophone to make these feelings sound,"

Its a beautiful sound, that you can just get lost in. In fact, that's what I find myself doing, getting lost. Before I know it, she's done and I think I was staring at her a while after she finished.

"That bad huh?" She shrugs.

"No, no I- That was fucking amazing!" I rush my words together.

"Oh whatever! Don't act like it was amazing." She laughs.