One Shots (Requests Closed)

BritishBebz

He had a special night planned for us. It was the only thing he could talk about for the past week and a half. I couldn't wait for him to get home and take me wherever he had planned.

I was wearing a long sleeved knitted dress that went down to my knees. I threw on a pair of black suede boots, a little jewlery, and called it good.

My heart skipped a beat when I heard the door open and then shut. Zayn and I have been together for two years and he still had the affect on me that he had when we first met.

I ran down the long hallway and into the living room where I found him leaning against the door on his phone. He looked up and smiled brightly.

"Ziva, you look amazing," he said walking towards me. He slid his phone into his pocket. And wrapped me into a hug. He gave me a light kiss on the lips. "How was your day?"

"It was good," I answered, "I've been looking forward to tonight."

"Oh believe me. I could hardly wait. Recording sessions were taking forever. All I could think about was coming home to you."

"Well, go get ready real fast so we can leave."

He disappeared down the hallway and into the bedroom. I was sitting on the couch when I heard the house telephone ring. I looked at it to see it was Harry. I quickly answered. I loved all of the boys, but I was definitely closest to Harry. We either texted or talked everyday. If I was having a rough time with Zayn, which rarely happened, I could always go to him.

"Hello Styles!" I answered.

"Hey Ziva. You sound happy. What's up?"

"Zayn and I are going out tonight."

"Ohhh that. Yeah have fun! Love you!" He hung before I could respond or say goodbye. Odd.

"Ready to go?" Zayn appeared in front of me wearing a huge grin. He grabbed my hand and walked me to the car. It was a really cold, rainy night, but nothing was going to crush my mood or this night. Nothing could be better than spending time with the one person I love.

We arrived at a nicest five star restaurant in London. I looked at him like he was crazy. "Zayn, this has to be so expensive. Are you sure?"

"I wouldn't spend it on anyone else." He protectively wrapped his muscular arm around me. It made me feel so warm and safe. That feeling that I wish could last forever.

Once we were seated at a table, the waitress took our order and delivered our drinks. We chatted about One Direction's upcoming album, family, tour, and everything else under the sun. It was nice to finally have a one on one conversation with him where he wasn't distracted by something else. We were deep in conversation when our food came. We didn't even touch it for ten more minutes since we couldn't shut up.

"Ugh, I'm stuffed," I said as I pushed my plate away from me.

"Same here."

"That was really nice babe. Thank you."

"The nights not over yet."

"What else could you do?! This was all such a treat."

"Well where do I start? We've been together for two years now. I'm positive there's not othe match for me out there. You bring out the best in me and I love you so much babe. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Ziva, will you marry?"

He got down on one knee in front of everyone at the restaurant and that's when I felt the tears coming on. I gasped and covered my mouth with my hand. "Oh my god, I was definitely not expecting this. Of course I'll marry you!"

Everyone around us clapped while he slide the perfect diamond ring I had always dreamed about on my finger. He enveloped me into a romantic hug and then kissed me passionately.

"Let's go home Ziva." We walked outside hand in hand only to notice that the whole two hours we had been inside it had been snowing. The road was covered in thick blankets of snow. My phone buzzed as I shivered. It was Harry:

"Congratulations Mrs. Malik(: we love you guys. Be careful driving. Its really icy out there."

We got into the car and turned on the heater. Home was only five minutes away. We would just have to drive really slow.

As soon as our tires were moving on the ice I could tell this was going to be a dangerous drive. "Be careful babe," I warned Zayn.

"I will don't worry."

"I love you Zayn. I seriously can't stop staring at it. Its beautiful."

"I love you too. I'm glad you like it." Without even thinking, and leaned in for a kiss. A simple kiss that would soon decide our fate.

I screamed as our car slid across the road at what felt like two hundred miles per hour. Everything was a blur. All I could see was zayn trying to steer and then it hit us. The driver side hit straight on with the telephone pole. Everything went black.

I didn't remember anything after the impact besides waking up in a hospital. There was someone sitting in the chairs next to me, but I didn't know who. I could hear them snoring. I was scared to open my eyes but curiosity got the best of me.

I opened one eye to see a curly haired boy sleeping next to my bed. I looked down and saw that he was holding my hand. I wasn't hooked up to any machines or IV's. I only had a bandage on my head and a headache that felt like someone had hot me in the head with a shovel.

"Ha-Harry?" I stuttered. His head shot up immediately.

"Oh my god, Ziva." His girp tightened on my hand as he sat up and observed my head. "How are you feeling? Are you okay?"

"I'm fine. Just a head ache. Where's Zayn?" I asked. Harry looked down at the ground for a moment. I immediately started to panic. "Harry where's Zayn?! Tell me!"

"He's in critical condition. His side of the car smashed directly into the telephone pole." I let out a sob as Harry tried to console me. Critical condition? Did that mean he was dying or just hurt?

"Can I talk to him?"

He shook his head. "No Ziva, I'm sorry. He's in surgery?"

"Why?"

"The impact broke his ribs and one of the bones tore through a lung. They got him here in time to start surgery."

"Oh my god..." I looked down as tears started streaming down my face. This time, they weren't tears of joy.

Harry sat on the edge of my bed and held me until someone cleared their throat in the room. We both looked up and froze. It was a doctor who's nametag read "SURGEON". He looked at me and I already knew what he was going to say. He didn't even have to speak. My whole body trembled as I broke down. I clenched Harrys shirt in my hand as my cries grew louder and tears pured faster.

"I'm sorry miss. There was nothing we could do." He said it twice but I don't think I heard him either time.

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I shot up, sweat poring down my face mixed with tears. Uneven breaths. Burning lungs. I looked around me rapidly and calmed down when I realized I was inside my bedroom in my bed.

"What's wrong Ziva?" Zayn asked, confusion written on his face.

"Just a nightmare." I breathed. "Just a nightmare." I looked down at the pretty diamon on my finger and blinked a few times to make sure this really wasn't a dream.

"Your safe with me," he smiled. "Go back to bed future Mrs. Malik."

"I love you Zayn."

"I love you too Ziva."