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I felt my head being lifted and my sleep fading. "What are you doing?" I sleepily asked, not even opening my eyes. "It's ok robin, just go back to sleep , i didn't mean to wake you up, i was just moving your head so that way i could put a pillow under you," i could clearly hear zayn. "Zayn," i mumbled. "Yeah?"
"What time is it? And why aren't i with niall anymore?" I immediately sat up and began to look around.
"Hey, hey, calm down, he's gonna be alright, he's just been moved to surgery, they are going to have to make a bone marrow transplant again, he's in there right now," zayn explained. He lifted my feet and sat town, setting my feet in his lap. "Get some rest ok, and here it's a bit chilly in here," he yawned, placing his i jacket overs my shoulders.
"Do you want to sleep on the couch, I'm probably going to wait up until he gets out," i asked him. "No robin, I'm ok right here, thank you though i appreciate it, and no i really recommend you get some sleep, he won't be out for a while, and you need rest, just relax ok," he patted my leg.
I sighed and bit my lip, trying to decide what to do. "Come here," he told me. I turned towards him and fell into his outstretched arms. "He will be ok, i promise, he's going to be ok," he whispered reassuring words into my ear. "Now do you know zayn? How do you know?" I felt the tears fall from my eyes.
"Stop that, he's going to be ok, you have to be strong right now robin, what he is going through is very hard, he's hurting worse than all of us, even you. Your afraid to lose him, but he's even more afraid to lose you, if it wasn't for you, he wouldn't be trying so hard. Your his weakness robin, and he loves you very much, just have courage and hope that everything will be ok," he rubbed circles in my back soothingly. It took a whole for zayn to calm me down, but eventually he did. Soon after he did, he fell asleep,I didn't sleep, i couldn't, so i just lied there awake, tracing patterns in the fabric of the couch.
It's been almost two hours and i just couldn't force my eyes to close. Zayn had begun to squirm a bit, so i had switched places with him. His feet now in my lap, and i was entertaining myself by playing with the laces on his black boots. They were much better than the ghastly boots harry wore. his head on the pillow i once lied on. I let out a little laugh, and guess i mist have been pretty loud, because zayn sat strait up and looked groggily around. "Who is making all that bloody noise? I can't even get a wink of sleep!" He wiped his face. "Oops, sorry zayn," i giggled as harry and louis walked in. "Hi" louis said charmingly. "We are just coming to bare some good news, niall's surgery, is going ok, there were a few kinks, but he should be good to go here in about a few days. They will have to make a few morse adjustments before he can come back to his room though." Harry smiled. "Yes mam, our niall's a fighter," louis laughed, squeezing harry hand.
After louis and harry left, it was just zayn and i again. Louis and harry had to go do something in town. "How about some go fish? I always bring a deck of cards with me," zayn grinned. "You're on malik, i mean I'll more than likely beat you again, just like i did that night, 5 times if i may add," i stuck my tongue out. "Oh trust me I've been practicing, Harry's been a great help," he chuckled, pulling out his deck.
"Here let me shuffle," i begged. He handed me the cards. They were still a bit firm and crisp. They hadn't been used much, so shuffling them was a bit tough, seeing as they were still stiff. "Don't get any ideas there conners," zayn smirked up at me from behind his water bottle. "I would never cheat, i play fair and square, your just upset because you got beat, by a girl," i shrugged, bring my eyes to the deck.
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