𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙶𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚃𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙱𝚊𝚍 𝙾𝚗𝚎𝚜 ❀ 𝙹𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚢

Cinq

z a c h

ive always hated storms. they made me feel anxious, uneasy and paranoid. ever since i was little i swore they were out to get me.

most tragedy's happen in the rain. you're driving along the road, the rain pittering softly against your windows, or if mother nature is angry, they pelt down hard. soaking the ground.

your tires slide and suddenly you're hydroplaning, your car spinning into a tree and you lose conciousness, or worse you die. or maybe you get struck by lightning and instead of turning into the flash, you shrivel into a piece of burnt flesh.

or maybe, your window shatters and a giant piece of glass impacts your heart and you bleed to death.

i hate storms. i always have.

that's why the first person i called was corbyn. i knew he'd call daniel and eventually they'd make their way to me.

now we were sat in the waiting room of the emergency room, my eyes dry and burning, and as much as i ached to close my eyes and rest, i couldn't. not til i know he's okay.

we were arguing. jack and I.
he had disappeared for a long time, he had said he was going to pick up his sisters but the he came
home alone.

can you blame for wondering he cheated on me? i'm pregnant and gross, even smelly nick from school was more attractive than me
right now.

he was angry. angry that i would accuse him of such a thing. but with his past rep. how could i not?

so he left. angry at me for my accusations. and it started to rain. really really hard. i could hardly see outside. then i was being called asked if i was zach herron.

and i was being told the father of my child was in the hospital.

i hate storms.

Thunder crashed, making my body shake with fear. i could
feel jonah, who sat next to me scoot closer.

"it's gonna be okay" he whispered quietly in my ear. i leaned into him.

daniel sat on the opposite side of him. i think the two of them are in a fight cause they weren't talking.

corbyn sat on my other side, his hand squeezing mine every now and again. i could tell he seemed a lot more anxious than usual. he was a lot less corbyn lately.

but i couldn't bring myself to worry why. or even wonder for a second longer because the doctor came out.

"Jack Avery" he said. i stood quickly.

"is he okay? what's the damage? he's okay right? it's not extensive is it.

"the damage is substantial. he is asleep right now and will do well with no interruptions. we will open his visiting hours tomorrow at noon, until then we ask that you don't not see him as we don't want to risk and stress and strains in his recovery"

"t-tomorrow? you never told us the extent of his injuries i-"

"we did a full body check up physically but we can't see all of- if any the internal damage until we can get him in for a full body CT scan tomorrow morning. i'm sorry. you should go rest, be back energized tomorrow"

the doctor said that. unbelievable i know. like do i look like i want to go home and rest? no bitch. my boyfriend is in the hospital and i'm fucking pregnant. fuck off.

just as i opened my mouth to reply in anger, a hand landed on my shoulder. i looked over it and saw dani giving me that gentle look of concern that always melts my anger. i sighed, slumping in defeat.

"thank you" daniel said to the doctor.

as we left jonah pulled me to the side,

"hey, i'm just letting you know that i'm here for you, if you want some company tonight so you're not alone, i can be there" he said. i eyed him,

"um, thanks jo. but i'll be okay" he nodded and i tugged my hand from
his grip giving him a tight smile.

we were headed home now. corbyn and i had rode together, daniel and jonah in a separate car.

i realized that jonah was right. i would be going home to an empty house. i'd be sleeping in a large bed by myself and i didn't want to.

"b-bean?"

"what's up?" he asked, his hands tightening on the steering wheel, i almost missed his slight flinch at the name. I frowned, but continued.

"i um... i was wondering if you wanted to stay over...? i haven't been slept by myself since i moved in with jack..." he took a moment to reply. and when i looked at him, a ghost of an expression i could hardly place was there.

"yeah, of course z" he smiled and i let out a breath of relief.

we stopped by his place first. he grabbed clothes and such, he was in and out very quickly.

getting to mine and jacks place and up to the bedroom i realized there were no sheets on the bed.

i had forgotten i was in the middle of cleaning, an anxious habit i recently developed, when i got the call.

corbyn went to take a shower while i fixed up the room. it was early hours of the morning, and both of us were exhausted. when he came out of the shower and climbed under the covers. i snuggled into his chest and was out like a light.

it was a few hours later that i woke up, my stomach rolling with nausea. i lurched out of bed and across the hall to the bathroom.

corbyn appeared at the door while i vomited, his face showed pity and i hated it.

i stood up, rinsing my mouth.

"i'm sorry if i woke you. jack usually sleeps right through it" i laughed a little. he shook his head,

"you didn't wake me" his reply was quiet and i almost felt the tension in his body as he stood against the door post.

"corbs... is everything alright?"

"yeah" he smiled, "why wouldn't it be?" i shook my head.

we went back to bed and slept on and off, i was sitting outside on the front porch, corbyn had gone home to feed his cat... which i wasn't sure when he cat gotten...

i would've gone with him but i'm allergic...

daniel and jonah pulled up while i was outside and offered to take me over to the hospital. i agreed and we all went to see jack.

he was awake, which was unexpected. 

"z?"

"jacky!" i cried, running over to his bed. his face was all bruised up but mostly he seemed okay.

"hey, princess. i'm okay. i'm just fine" he whispered to me as i balled. i held his hand tight, not knowing what else to do.

"you know i don't think any of the things you said right? you're not a burden peach, this baby is gonna be out saving grace. we're gonna be just fine" he whispered kissing my head. i believed him, what fool
in love wouldn't?

i just hoped i wouldn't get hurt again.

"i love you, jack"

"i love you too, princess"

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