"Hi babe." I woke to Zayn's voice speaking softly in my ear. "How are you feeling?"
I didn't answer, I just pulled his face to mine. I didn't waste my time licking his bottom lip, begging for entry. When he granted it I wrapped my arms around his head, securing him against me. This wasn't a sweet kiss, it was passionate and hungry. He must have recognized the desperation in my embrace because when he pulled away he looked concerned. "What's wrong?"
"I can't kiss you without something being wrong?" I muttered, my eyes watery again.
"Of course you can, love. But not like that. Something's upsetting you, what is it? You can tell me." His voice was gentle but worried. "Niall said you had a concussion. Is it something more serious?"
"I'm fine," I whispered, my voice breaking. "Will you come snuggle with me, please?"
He immediately crawled under the sheets and I rested my head on his chest, the soft cashmere of his sweater tickling my cheek. "Sweetheart, what's wrong?"
I burst into tears again, rolling over so he couldn't see my face. "I'm sorry I'm such a mess!" I wailed.
"It's ok, love," he whispered, spooning against my back. He didn't press me further but instead just held me until I was all out of tears. "Ready to talk about it yet?" He asked quietly about half an hour later. "What's wrong, baby."
"Baby," I repeated. "Do you promise you'll still love me in the morning?"
"Of course," he answered, reminding me of the night he asked me to be his girlfriend.
I took a deep breath and rolled to face him. "I'm pregnant."
"You're pregnant." It wasn't a question, just a statement. His voice was completely void of emotion as was his face for the first moment. Then his features lit up with the most radiant smile I had ever seen. "You're pregnant!" He repeated joyfully, giving me a sweet kiss on the lips.
"You're not mad?" I asked incredulously.
"Why would I be mad? We're having a baby!" His voice was ecstatic and his hands flew to my stomach.
"There is no but! I'll admit this happened a little earlier than is ideal. After all, I am only nineteen. But I love you more than anything else in the world, Gemma. This is a blessing," he said firmly.
"You're seriously ok with this?" I said, amazed at this reaction.
"I'm more than ok with it. I'm absolutely overjoyed, love."
I slammed my lips against his. He pulled me closer as his tongue found its way into my mouth. I guess my pulse have gone way up because the machine next to my bed was beeping frantically. A nurse came running in and let out a cough when she us.
"Visiting hours have not begun yet," she said sternly.
Zayn turned and looked at her sheepishly. "Sorry, ma'am."
She was fairly young and I guessed that she recognized him because her eyes widened. "Ms. Carlisle you're free to go. It's six A.M. and Dr. Michaels feels it's safe for you to go home."
"Excellent!" I chirped. "Do I need to sign something?"
"I'll grab your discharge papers," she replied, leaving the room.
I pulled out my phone and called Aunt Sophie to come retrieve me since Hannah and Niall had gone home last night after much assurance from that I'd be fine alone. "She'll be here in ten minutes. She's excited to meet you," I told Zayn.
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Free Falling (Zayn Malik fan fic)Fanfiction
Gemma Carlisle was 18 when her parents died in a car crash and she moved out to L.A. with her little sister. Now, two years later, she has scored the ultimate job: she's the new head of wardrobe for One Direction on their upcoming tour. As soon as s...