Fuck ! I feel for you

Chapter 68

Just in case you want to know how Snowflake looks like in my imagination, here is the picture. i took it from Google.

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The next morning Zayn opened his eyes slowly and lazily blinked couple times. He sighed and closed his eyes again. not willing to wake up.

"Baby, you up ?" Trisha said running her hands through Zayn's hair. It was nearly half past eleven and Trisha forcefully send everyone home to take proper rest. But Liam insisted to stay till the doctor check him up. Around ten, when the doctor came to check Zayn, he told them that Zayn was fine but was weak. He needed proper rest and also his mental health was affected somewhat with all the events. And suggested some therapy sessions.

After hearing all these Liam felt his chest getting even heavier as he was super guilty. He apologised to Louis again for failing to keep his promise of always keeping Zayn from harm. Louis confronted him and asked Harry to take him home. he cared.

A tear rolled down Zayn's closed eyes and he started whimpering.

"it's okay baby. Everything will be fine. We will make everything okay," she said wiping her own tears.

"I'm so sorry mom," he cried feeling like hell.

"it's alright baby. I understand what you feeling right now," she sniffed and drying up her tears knowing she had to stay strong in front of him," now get up Zee," she said wiping out the tears rolling down the side of his face. "come on love, open your beautiful eyes that I love the most," she said caressing his cheek. Zayn slowly opened his eyes and looked at his mother who was smiling softly at him.

"how are you Zee ?" she asked and he sighed.

"why life is so tough mom ?" he asked.

"because it has never been easy Zayn. The thing that makes our life easy is the way we see things. Our perspective makes things easier or harder. And I know this is hard for you because you have never been out on your own. Lou was always there with you. he always stood in front of you like a shield and never let any thing reach to you. and I know this was about to happen. I am not angry on you for thinking about suicide. I kind of saw it coming the day when you showed up at my door crying your eyes out. Because that's something you never did," she said ruffling his hair gently, smiling softly as she spoke while Zayn was just looking at her. Listening carefully.

"I knew you are being harmed and I knew you would not be able to take the heat. But to be honest I thought my son was strong enough not to think about ending up everything just like that. but that's okay. It is our fault that we didn't prepared you to face real life. We kept you protected. We made you so much dependable. We made you so much delicate. We made you like this. And here I am, taking all the blame on me." she said and Zayn looked away from her.

"you didn't do anything wrong Mom. It was me who miss calculated all the odds," he mumbled looking out of the window.

"It's okay baby. We will figure out something. Everything will be fine," She said kissing his forehead. Zayn closed his eyes and sighed again.

"can I come in ?" a female voice said and Trisha turned to look. she nodded and Nichole entered the room.

"hi Nichole," Trisha said and she send her a small smile.

"Hi Trish. How is he now ?" she asked walking to the other side of the bed. "Fine now. But doctor suggested so therapy sessions would be a great help," she replied.

"Poor kid. I hope he will get over everything soon," she said running his fingers through his hair, "Anyways, I brought some McDonalds for him. is he sleeping though ?" she said taking out a big bad of food.