8 months later.

I sit on the couch wrapped with a blanket, as I gently rub my big belly. I have one month until the baby is born and I've never been so excited to by a father. My thoughts tend to drift back to Zayn, but I need to be strong for my child, I can't go back to grieving.

Their was a knock at the door and I struggled to get up, but manage to and I tend to waddle because how my belly is so massive, it hurts my feet.

"What do you want Harr-" I say opening the door, but I can't believe my eyes, this can't be real. The raven hair and the pouty lips.

"Niall." He breathes out raspy and I take a step back shaking my head.

"This can't be real! Your not real." I yelled in disbelief.

"I never died Niall, I had to fake my own death, let me explain." Zayn said softly.

"This is a dream, I don't believe you." I cried, as I down on the couch.

"Trust me baby, I'm real and I came back for you."

"I can't believe you didn't tell me, that you were alive all this time! Do you know what I have gone threw!?" I yelled out throwing the blanket at him. He caught and then stared at my belly in disbelief.

"Y-You're P-Pregnant?" He stutters.

"No, I'm going to hatch eggs from inside my stomach, of course I'm pregnant."

"Damn it, How could you be pregnant!? who's the father." He growled and I rolled my eyes.

"Harry." I said laced with humor.

"That fucker." Zayn muttered gently rubbing my belly. My face soften, as I realized he's really alive.

"I'm joking Zayn, your the father."

"Really?" Zayn says with a smile.

I nodded placing my hand over his, "Yeah, are you happy or sad?"

"I've never been more happy that you could get pregnant and I'm excited to be a father."

"D-do y-you really m-mean that?" I asked stuttering and crying.

"I do. I will never lie to you again Niall."

I am so angry that he didn't tell me he was alive with whole time, I started hitting his chest, "You asshole! I freaking hate you for leaving me all alone thinking you were dead! All this time."

"I'm sorry, let me explain please." Zayn begged.

"Ouch." I groan feeling sharp pain against my back and stomach.

"W-what wrong? He asked nervously.

"All this stress is making the baby uncomfortable, just please calm me down, I don't want the baby to come early."

He surprised me with a kissed on the lips, that surely calm my back pains and dissolved all my anger away. The stress I had all those months had disappear in a instant. I laced my hand against his and placed it on my belly and I felt my belly jump.

"D-did you feel that?" I gasp.

"Y-yeah the b-baby kicked." He says, as tears ran down his face.

"I'm so happy your alive Zayn. I won't have to be a single father and alone in this world without you." I say burying myself in the crook of his neck. He hugged my waist gently, as he touch my pregnant stomach.

"I'm happy to be alive and we're going to be parents. I promise you I won't leave you without telling you, I'm sorry for not telling you." He mutter in my ear.

"Why did you leave?" I asked resting on Zayn's chest.

"After Louis found me in the hotel room with you, we went back to his home and he was extremely jealous and he was going to shoot me, but I fought over the gun and I shot him. I didn't want to kill him, but I had to. I cleaned my prints off the gun and buried him. I know that sounds fucked up, but he was willingly to kill me, then he was going to come after you."

"If you hid the body than why did it take you so long to come back to me?"

"I had to drive my parents out of here, I messed with their house by opening their doors and breaking things. They thought it was me haunting them as a ghost because they found out I was dead, so they moved and I followed them until they moved really far away to New York. If I was going to make a life with you, I needed them away from you and our child. They won't try to pull that bullshit arranged marriage on me again or try to hurt you."

"So your officially staying? No more leaving me to cry and think you were dead for almost a year?" I asked playing with his hair.

"Yes baby, I'm staying here for you and our child. I thought I wasn't capable of being loved, but you love me Niall and I love you, and our baby. You matter must in this world and I've been dying to see you again to hold and kiss you."

"I found out the baby gender a few months back. Do you wanna know?"

"Of course I do." He says cuddling next to me, as he lift up my shirt and placed a kiss on my stomach.

"It's a boy and I wanted to name him Zayn Jr because he would live on with your name for many many years, but it sounds silly because your not dead."

"It's not silly babe, it's a wonderful idea, but there's one thing I've been waiting to ask you over the months I couldn't see you."

"And that is?" I asked.

"Niall James Horan, you are the best thing a man could have as a boyfriend, but I want you to my husband until we grow old together and I will treat you like a king. I will make up for all those months that I made you suffer. Will you marry me?"

"Yes Zayn, I will marry you." I choke out as he hold me tight.

"I love you, Niall."

"I love you more, Zayn."

"I miss you so much." He mutter, as he kissed my forehead.

"I do as well. Our son will be officially named Zayn James Malik Jr."

"No, I would want it to be Zayn Jawaad Horan Jr, I want to have your last name because you make me happy Niall and I took you for granted all those months.

"You really want my last name?" I asked sniffling.

"Yes I do. You give me everything and I want to have Horan as my last name. Your ok with that?"

"Of course. Mr. Horan." I tease.

Zayn chuckles as he let me rest on his chest, I slowly started to fall asleep. I was scared that this was all a dream, that this wasn't real.

I woke up again feeling Zayn's hand on my pregnant belly as he light snorts. Then I knew I wasn't dreaming, Zayn was really alive and I couldn't be any happier.

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Fool you guys! Zayn is alive :)

Happy New Year's Eve :)

I will publish a new Ziall book tomorrow called: The Heart Wants What It Wants.

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