You and Zayn were out doing some last minute shopping for the baby when you get approached by fans. Zayn already knew you were in a pretty shitty mood today so he hoped that you wouldn't find them annoying.
"Hi y/n and Zayn. How are you guys?" You just look the fan up and down and wave before turning your attention back to some blankets.
"What's going on with her Zayn?" The other fan asks, constantly popping her bubblegum and you knew you were about to say something you really wouldn't regret.
"Just hormones." Zayn says, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly.
"So are you excited for the baby?" You huff loudly and turn to face them.
"What do you think? Of course he's excited for his baby. He better fucking be." One fan rolls her eyes and you scoff at her.
"You got a problem?" You ask her, crossing your arms in the process.
"We don't need to be around your rude ass. Lets go. We'll see you soon Zayn! Hopefully you'll be divorced from this bitch by then." You start to walk behind the fans when Zayn stops you.
"You didn't have to do that y/n." Zayn sighs, heading to checkout.
"That were annoying me Zayn. I make my own decisions."
Zayn grabs the bags and heads out the door, ignoring you.
"You know what Zayn, I don't care. I'm going to say what I want to freaking say when I want to freaking say it. Whether you or anybody else likes it or not. You can put all the bags in the car." You shout and push his shoulder before getting into the passengers side of his car.
