Nicole's POV
I was over at the hospital as soon as the doctor called me. I wasn't sure why he had called me first, not Zayn's mom or sister but I didn't argue.
The nurses pointed me in the direction of the room that he and his father were sharing. By the time I got there I was panting and I leaned forward on my knees to catch my breath.
Both of them were sleeping. The man on the left was huge and without a doubt Zayn's father. On the right was Zayn, tiny and fragile in comparison to his dad. I stood there awkwardly for a moment, until one set of long eyelashes fluttered open.
"Who are you?" the man on the left asked angrily.
"Uh, I'm uhm, Nicole," I said stupidly. It wouldn't make a difference what my name was. He was wondering why some strange girl was in here watching him.
"Oh you're the one Zayn saved huh."
Zayn had been talking about me?
"Yeah, that's me."
"Come here let me have a look at you." His voice hadn't softened one bit and to be honest he terrified me. Nonetheless, I shuffled over to his bedside.
He mumbled something under his breath as he looked me up and down.
"Hm, you're alright," he said finally. That was enough for me. Zayn's dad didn't seem like one to just give out compliments freely.
I heard another voice behind me and it sounded different, but in a good way.
"Nicole? Are you okay? Is that my dad? Why is he here?"
I noticed the doctor standing in the doorway smiling at me. My heart was pounding in my ears. ,
"Yes I'm fine. Zayn, uh, are you, okay?" I asked, dying to see if my hunch was correct.
"Well as good as I could be after getting hit by a car," he said flatly.
I thought I was going to explode. I ran over to him and jumped on top of him, kissing him before he had a chance to protest.
"Wait what's going on?" Zayn asked, pushing me away slightly. I pouted, just wanting to enjoy his lips.
I started explaining so fast that he probably didn't even hear half of what I was saying but he nodded anyways.
"And now you're here. And you can remember everything, well at least the important stuff."
"Wow," Zayn sighed, running his fingers through his hair. "Where is Harry? I want to beat the crap out of him."
Why didn't Zayn want to be with me like I wanted to be with him? Why didn't he feel the same?
After seeing Zayn in his amnesia stage, I knew that the boy who cared about everyone around him still was inside of him, somewhere. I just had to find a way to get him out.
Zayn's POV
I was still trying to process everything Nicole had said. I was overwhelmed by her actions. She looked so excited to see me and it felt good to have her kiss me. I wasn't really sure why I had pushed her away.
Nicole got off my bed, and walked off to sit in the corner alone.
I was pretending to sleep but my eyes were just opened enough to see how defeated she looked. Nicole drifted off quickly and even as she slept, she looked sad.
Why was it so hard for me to be compassionate?
I got out of the hospital bed and went over to her, pushing some loose hair behind her ear. I picked her up carefully and carried her back to my bed.
I laid awake while she nestled up against me. It felt strange to be sleep with her in a hospital but I didn't really mind.
As she rolled over to face me, still deep in her dream, she whispered something just loud enough for me to hear.
"I love you Zayn."
I didn't care if she was sleeping or not, she had said it and it was enough for me.
"I love you too," I whispered, even though she couldn't hear me.
Nicole's POV
"I love you too," I heard him say. I tried to suppress the smile that was growing on my lips because I didn't want him to know that I was awake.
