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Perrie was standing outside their door with a snuffling bundle in her arms and a smirk on her face. "Let me in," she said, rather bossy, and Zayn gave a face but did not step aside. "Why should I? You sort of ruined my life?" Perrie shrugs. "You didn't think that while it was happening." Zayn isn't about to let this girl in here, though. Harry isn't home and what would it look like to have her in here with whatever thing she's got in her arms? Bad, that's how it would look. Zayn has done enough of looking back to Harry.
"I can't let you in; what is that?" Zayn pointed and his head turned to see if he could get a good look at the thing. "Oh, this? This is what I came over to show you." Zayn's eyes narrow and he calculates the situation to weigh his options. He could let her in and see whatever this thing is, or he could not let her in and be curious forever.
"Fine. Come in."
Perrie grins at his submission and knocks him aside to step into the house. "The same as always," she comments. "Though," she sniffs, "It smells like him. Nicely done, then." Zayn gives her a fake smile and then motions for her to sit. "So, what? What is it?" Zayn is still standing, because he doesn't trust Perrie enough to sit with her. "Oh, my. You still haven't figured this out? Here, take it then." She holds the thing out for Zayn to pick up but Zayn is suspicious. "How do I know it's not a bomb?" He asked, his eyes narrowed and fixed on the thing, whatever it is. "A bomb? Oh, love, if this were a bomb then I wouldn't be sitting in here with it." Zayn, however weary, decides that he'll do worse things in his life than this. He takes the white clothed thing and almost has a fucking heart attack.
"A baby?"
Perrie has this look on her face, she looks as if she'll never have anything better than this moment right here and it makes Zayn sick. "Why did you bring this here?" Perrie laughs now. "Are you that daft? You idiot, it's yours!" And now Zayn (almost, again) hyperventilates. "What the fuck do you think you're doing, brining a baby in here and then telling me its mine?" Perrie just sits back further into the sofa. "You needed to know how responsible you are for certain people. No matter how young." Perrie takes the baby (Zayn doesn't believe it's his, even if it does have his hair and it's skin surely isn't as pale as Perrie's) and coos at it a little before looking back up at Zayn.
"You couldn't honestly think that I was just going to le you not know about this?" Zayn shrugs, because it sounds like she's about to tell him that lie again. "I care about you too much, Zayn."
Yeah, that's the one.
Zayn scoffs and runs his fingers through his hair. He's really gone and fucked up. "Perrie, I have it in my right mind to not believe you." And he is saying it honestly, because he just does not trust her. "And I think you should leave before Harry gets here, also." But of course as soon as he's said that Harry stumbles into the door and sees him standing there with her. It's really perfect.