(Cheryl)

I walked across the sand and up the stairs to Zayn's patio, taking deep breaths, trying to level myself.

"Relax, Cheryl, you'll be fine", Harry's deep voice said in my ear.

"Here goes", I breathed to him.
"Just stay calm"

I nodded, even though he couldn't see me.

I reached the patio and made my way around the pool and up to the glass doors, just as I saw Zayn sitting at a table on the other side of the glass.

I took a deep breath and took a cool and composed stance.

Confidently, I pulled one of the handles.
It didn't budge, it just made a noise that caught Zayn's attention. He looked up from the table to me.

I just stood there, holding onto the handle like a total idiot.

Zayn's eyes went wide as he realized who I was and immediately walked over to the doors and unlocked them.

"Cheryl? Wh...what're you doing here?", he said, trying to keep his eyes on mine, but failing as they kept traveling down to my breasts.

"I....I...was...in the neighborhood", I stuttered out.

"Cheryl, I thought we agreed that....that night was just that night"

(Harry)

Cheryl seemed to be freezing up, upon seeing Zayn.

"Say you need to talk", I told Cheryl.

"You need to talk", Cheryl said to Zayn.

I slapped my forehead.
She's not thinking clearly, she's so nervous.

".....to me", she finished, to recover from the slip.

"Okay", Zayn said and invited her inside.
"I need to make a quick phone call first, I'll be right back"

Both Cheryl and I knew he was going to call Lila, to make sure she was nowhere near the house.
He was back in seconds.

"Sorry about that", Zayn's tone had completely changed. He went from sounding nervous to relaxed after his phone call.

"Would you like something to drink?"
His voice came through much louder and clearer to me, which meant he was right up against her.

"Or did you come here for something else?", it sounded like he was talking directly into her ear, then it sounded like Cheryl jerked away or something.

"Dah-ah! Sorry! Leg cramp!", she sounded like she was fumbling.

"Well, I can rub it out for you", Zayn's voice got closer to her ear again.

"Oh...YOU....", she laughed, nervously and I heard a smack.

"What the hell are you doing, Cheryl?", I said aloud.

(Cheryl)

Zayn went straight for the ear I had the microphone in and I was terrified he was going to see it.
It's tiny, but still visible if you were really close and happened to look.

I flinched away from him, saying I had a leg cramp and grabbed my thigh and I know I looked like a fool.

"Well, I can rub it out for you", he walked back up to me, leaning in toward the same ear, pinning me up against a wall.

"Oh....YOU....", I laughed, turning my head to the right, like I was just laughing Zayn off, then slapped his face and pushed it, getting some distance between us while I scurried away, putting a small table in between us.

"What the hell are you doing, Cheryl?", I heard Harry in my ear.

Zayn looked stunned for a second, but then became focused again. He walked towards me as I kept stepping away.
"That's some dress", he looked down at me.

"You like it?!", I said, thankful for him to be looking anywhere away from my ear.

"It's so see-through, though!", I leaned back on a counter like an uncoordinated idiot and purposefully pulled the top down making sure Zayn had a clear view of my nipples.

I was exhibiting myself in front of him, looking anything but sexy, smiling like a deranged mental patient.
I looked like a deer trying to walk for the first time.

Zayn smiled with obvious confusion, looking me up and down.

"Cheryl, you sound like a moron. Knock it off and get to the drinks", Harry said in my ear.

"You know what? I stood back up, I've had too much caffeine today. Would you mind pouring me a glass of wine?",

I walked up to Zayn and brushed my breasts against his chest and then put a hand on his hip and gripped it, firmly.

Zayn's eyes went to my lips and I leaned in, pressing them against his.

I couldn't ignore the tingle of my heart. I deepened the kiss, savoring every second of it.
A few more seconds went by and his hands were all over my body, warming it up, making it crave him.

"Cheryl. You've got him. Break it up", Harry said with a bored tone.
I pouted and reluctantly pulled away.

I smiled and raised an eyebrow.
"Wine?", I said, raking my fingernails gently across the back of his neck.

"Mm, yeah. I'll be right back", he smirked and squeezed my ass, pressing himself against me.
I couldn't help feeling the heat build when he did.
God I want him

Zayn walked over to the bar, got out a glass and poured my drink.

"You're not having one?", I smiled.

"No....", he walked over and handed me the glass.
"I'm plenty relaxed...", he smiled back at me.

I took a long sip of wine, waiting for Harry to tell me what to do next.

"Tell him you're pregnant", Harry said loudly and I coughed, spitting out the wine all over Zayn.

I kept coughing while Harry continued.
"He'll want a drink if you tell him that, trust me".

Zayn looked at me while he wiped the wine off of his face.
"Are you okay, Cheryl?"

I coughed a couple more times and heard Harry again.
"Tell him you're pregnant"

"You're pre-I'm......pregnant", I said, hearing Harry face palm himself.

"Excuse me?", Zayn looked at me like I'd just told him that he was going to die.

"I....think I might....might be...p-pregnant?", I took a step backward. His expression was so severe.

"You might be. So you're not certain", Zayn said, a little loudly.

"You ARE certain, you're pregnant, tell him, Cheryl", Harry said.

"No, I'm sure", I told him.

"Are you keeping it?", he asked immediately, looking at me with hope.

"Tell him you ARE", Harry said to me.

"Yes. I-I'm keeping it", I said nervously, watching Zayn's anxiety building, rapidly.

This isn't a good idea
I need to stop this

"Tell him you think Kalila needs to know", Harry added.

I stayed silent, every bone in my body told me not to keep up this lie.

"SAY that Kalila needs to know!", Harry raised his voice.

"Kalila needs to know", I said with the smallest voice, not taking my eyes off of his.

"No. No. No, no....", Zayn said, quietly, to himself.

The room seemed to turn dark.
Zayn looked down at the floor and then started to pace, very slowly, like he might fall at any step.

"No. It'll be.... it's over.....", he mumbled to himself, "....this can't...."

He began to whisper, but I couldn't hear what he was saying.

Zayn walked back to the bar with a blank look in his eyes. He took a bottle of water out and started to drink it, fast, then sat down on a stool.

"You can't....you can't have my ba....", he murmured, barely audible and stood up.

"Tell him you want to raise the baby together", Harry said.

"No", I said aloud, not thinking. I was watching Zayn, intently.
Zayn didn't even look up. He was staring off, seemingly coming internally undone.

"Tell him you want to raise the baby together, NOW", Harry demanded.

"I want to raise the baby together", I said fast, to get it over with.

Zayn walked over to me, his eyes full of sadness.

His hands rested on my shoulders and he stared at my neck.

His hands then went around my neck, gently.
Then they began to tighten.
"Zayn? What are you doing? Please-"

"I can't....have....", he whispered.

My hands grabbed his, "Zayn....", he squeezed me tighter, "I....can't....brea-", his hands were closing my windpipe.

"Za....", I barely squeaked out.

Zayn looked into my eyes, then his widened, in extreme alarm.

His hands let go of my neck and he flung himself backward, away from me, right before Harry punched him out.