Sour Diesel // z.m

Chapter 11

I am not sure abt the recovery stuff but I just go with the flow lmao. I am not a doctor sooo just let me have my imagination :) Anyways thank you so so so much for the support and people that are still reading! I have had a little writer's block but I love this story sm that I want to continue to write it

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"What is going to happen now?" I asked carefully as I rested my head on Zayn's chest as we lay down on the couch.

After our heated kiss, we just laid down in each other arms, enjoying the silence that filled the room. I was scared to know what was happening next, but I needed to know.

I needed to know if he was going to be alright.

"I have a plan," he mumbled against my hair, his arms going up and down in a soothing motion on my arm.

"But you are not going to be involved this time," he told me and I sighed and sat up on the couch and looked down at him.

"Why?" I said and he sighed, pushing himself up into a sitting position. " I don't want you to get hurt, again," he finally said and I swallowed.

"It was my decision to follow you and the guys in Mexico. It was my mistake, but please. Don't'shut me out again," I pleaded and he shook his head as he looked down.

"I can't," he said with a low voice and I looked away from him, sniffled slightly. "Mila, please. I told you about Gina, I don't want the same thing to happen to you. I want you to stay safe, you should stay in this hospital and get the treatment you need. And then," he said, but he stopped himself and got quiet.

"And then what?" I asked, afraid to know the answer.

"And then you need to forget about me," he said as he looked me in the eyes. "N-no," I stammered, swallowing hard as I felt a tear roll down my cheek.

"No I can't forget you," I said desperately and looked at him.

"I know what you said to the therapist, Mila. You wanted to forget that you ever met me," he said, pain filling his voice. "I was saying that out of anger!" I told him as he stood up.

"No please don't leave me," I said desperately and stood up on my feet, but I felt a sharp pain in my inner thigh that made me fall back down.

"Hey hey," Zayn said carefully and placed his hands on my shoulder, but I kept my eyes close as I felt tears stream down.

"Don't leave me," I sobbed and he pulled me into his arms, holding me like I was about to crumble.

And it felt like I was.

"Please. You are the only person who made me feel wanted," I whispered into his chest. "After I left my foster parents, I have never felt wanted, I have never felt that kind of warmth from anyone. Only Benny, but Benny had his own life and I didn't want to feel like a burden. You don't make me feel like that. You make me feel worthy, Zayn," I burst out, giving all of my heart to him.

"Mila," he whispered with a sigh as he stroked my back. "Fuck this is harder than I imagined it would be," he whispered back.

"I thought it would be easy to leave you, I was prepared, but I realize now that I just can't. You are something special to me."

I pulled myself away from him and I looked at him through my glossy eyes. "Don't leave," I told him and he bit his lip before he let out a small sigh.

"Okay," he whispered with a faint smile on his face and I let out a sob.

I threw my arms around his neck as I cried, holding him close to me. His hands immediately went around me as we held each other close.

I hope he never lets me go after this because I don't know how I can be able to handle that.