Torn Between Reality - Zerrie (Completed)

Hope, Announcements & Nerves. Chapter 8.

Zayn's P.O.V.
(1 Month later.)

Jasper is now 3 months old, and doing great! He's the most adorable baby, I'm not even kidding. Mom and I took him to get a check up, and he's very healthy.

 Perrie hasn't woken up yet, and that's the bad part of all of the good. The Doctor said to "not lose hope," and I really haven't. I just hope she'll wake up. Things are so weird without her. I mean, sure I wasn't with her before the accident, but just knowing that she's in critical condition and possibly dying, it makes things so much different. Before, it was easier not to think about her as much because she was okay, as far as I knew. But now, it's difficult and heart-retching because I know she's hurt...and I don't want her to be. We broke up, yes, but I still really cared for her. And to be totally honest, I would say if she were to give me a second chance to make things right, I would take it. I loved her even though she broke my heart.

Well, as I've been with Jasper for all this time, it's really easy for me to understand how a parent feels. I'm not Jasper's father, but I really looked at him as though he's my son. There's just that special thing about him. I don't really know what it is, but I know it's there. From the very beginning, we've had this father-son connection. He truly feels safer with me than he does with Caraline now. He doesn't do much crying when he's with me, but when he's with her, he kind of acts a fool. It's funny. She complains about it.

As I've watched him grow, with him everyday, I've realized how much he does look like me, more and more every day. I have walked by so many people and they would just be like, "Awwee, your baby is so cute!" I never really denied the rumor either. As much as I should've denied it because he wasn't mine, I couldn't. No matter how hard I tried. I love him so much and I wished he was my son.
 

Currently I had been dressing him after bathing him. After dressing him warmly, I kissed his cheek.

I picked him up, carrying him to his little travel swing. I put him inside, buckling him in. I bought him a bunch of things now. A new crib, stroller, carrier, mattress, blankets, clothes, bottles, bowls, spoons, toys... Just a bunch of things! And I really like buying him things too. Mom says that I'm spoiling him at a very young age, but says that it's good to spoil babies.

Mom came by to watch Jasper as I went to see Perrie in the hospital. I hadn't seen her for a good five days, so this was good. Harry's birthday had passed on February 1st, but I hadn't gotten him anything yet. So I had to think about that.

I left, arriving at the hospital, and going inside. "Good Evening, Mr. Malik." The desk lady, Mrs. Summers, said, smiling. Everyone knew me. I was here a lot. Doctors knew me, nurses knew me, even patients who were here a lot knew me. I got known in the hospital.

"Good Evening. How are you?" I asked.

"I'm good, thank you. And how are you?" She asked.

"I'm okay, thanks." I spoke.

"How's Jasper?" She asked. I talked about him a lot.

"He's doing great. We got a check up on him." I said.

"That's good." She said. She looked back at her screen, and I left to Perrie's room. I opened the door, going inside. I cautiously closed the door, walking over to her bed. I sat a plant on her bedside table, sitting in the chair at her bed. I bought her favorite houseplant, because I know how much she loves them. I was going to tend to them every time I went into the hospital. Just for her. I would take them home with me every now and than, so that they could get some sun, then I would always bring them back. I talked to her for a long while, when the door opened and a woman walked in.