Soft Spot (Zayn Malik)

VI

Chapter VI: Far From Usual

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I was woken up by a burning ache in my cheek and an unusually uncomfortable surface beneath me. Even though I'm the one to be able to fall asleep everywhere, I know the difference between uncomfortable and comfortable. And the place I'm laying on was defnitely far from comfortable.

I shifted underneath the thin, hospital-like blanket, groggily rubbing my eyes as I groaned from the unwelcomed headache that resurfaced in my head. I wasn't exactly sure where was I or what happened, why both my cheeks and head hurt so much, but there was only one thing I was sure of: I'm going to get out of here.

I sat up from the not-so-comfortable bed, surprised by the sight in front of me as soon as I opened my eyes. I was at a hospital. Why- what- how-...? What am I doing here?

"You're wake." A familiar voice spoke behind me with such relief in his tone, his direction was near the door. It was actually amusing how I recognize his voice.

"What happened?" I furrowed my eyebrows when I faced the popular Bradford boy, terribly confused with what was going on.

"You don't remember?" He bit his bottom lip as he stared at me, as if I'm the best thing he could focus on. As if I was that interesting.

"No," I shook my head, "what am I doing here?"

"I got you pregnant and you're here for an abortion."

"What?!" I almost jumped off my bed, disbelief all over my face. This is a dream. Another horrible dream about Zayn. It has to be.

"Relax!" He laughed, rushing towards me and forcefully laid me back down on the uncomfortable bed.

I hit him hard when he was still near me, my eyebrows forming a perfect frown. I wasn't in the mood for jokes, I needed to know what was I in the hospital for.

"Seriously though," I rolled my eyes, "what happened?"

"Stuff." He sounded unsure whether he wanted to let me know, and I took as him just looking out for my readiness into things.

"Shit!" I gasped, "where's my phone?!"

"Why?"

"I need to call my mom, duh!" I yelled in annoyance.

"Would you calm down?! Sheesh!" He yelled back.

He just took his phone out and clicked on his recent calls, showing me a list of familiar numbers I've known - my mom's, my brother's, Josh's, Aeanne's. When he was finally calm enough, he spoke again:

"I've called them even before I brought you here. It seemed like the most proper thing to do."

"It is," I said, mater-of-factly.

"Don't you know how to say 'thank you'? Shit, I saved your life." He groaned.

I almost bursted out laughing, but decided to keep my composure. He stared at me, almost angrily, but I kept on looking at him like he's the most interesting clown I've known.

"Saved my life? The fifth ass? What?" I let out a small 'pssh', trying hard to keep my laughter, "from what would you save me from, Superman?"

"Ugh." He groaned in annoyance once again, "you don't even say hi to me."

"Hi. Thank you." I smiled sarcastically.

"You're really mean to me, you know that?"

"I know." I stuck my tongue out, "now are you going to tell me why I'm here for or what?"