Our Secret-A Zerrie Fanfic

Chapter 10

Chapter 10

Perrie's POV

I could feel the heat from his skin, it was so hot! I was so worried, petrified, I didn't know what to do.

"Just go for your rehearsals Perrie. I'll fine, I just need some rest." He seemed to be using every ounce of breath he had to speak.

"Zayn you know I can't leave you here." I replied, looking around thinking for a plan.

"All right all right. I'll go home now, you can drop by tonight, I'll see you ok." He suggested.

"All right, I'll call Paul to pick you up."

"It's ok, I can manage on my own."

"But Zayn! You're.." He cut me off by planting a kiss on my lips. Trust him to be able to be in the mood for this when he's so sick.

"I'll be fine, see you tonight Per." He stood up struggling, and staggered towards the door, using the wall as a support.

I stepped forward to assist him but he raised his hand to tell me that he could manage. I let him be but followed behind him to the lift. I watched as he entered the lift and gently pressed the lift button.

"Bye babe." He said the lift door closed, separating us.

Zayn's POV

Something was wrong. I knew this wasn't a typical fever. My head really hurt and I felt so giddy. The moment the lift door closed, I let out a sigh of relief and squat down, burrying my head in between my knees.

I flagged a cab and hopped into it, going back to the hospital to find the doctor that had assisted me this morning.

I found Dr Patrick and explained my situation to him while he said he would arrange for me to have some routine body scans.

After the scan he told me to take a queue number and wait. While waiting, I thought of what could possibly go wrong. I was at the prime of my life, I had the boys, I had Perrie, and I had the fame that every teenager could ask for. Nothing could go wrong.

Maybe I was overthinking. Maybe it was really a typical fever after all. Maybe I was fine. I tried to believe my own words.

A loud beeping interrupted my thoughts. I looked up too see my queue number staring at me. I stood and and went up to the door which my queue number was stated beside. I took a seat in the chair in front of Dr. Patrick.

"Well Mr Malik," Dr Patrick said as he pinned up my x ray scans on a board. "Looks like your blood clot is not dissolving like we expected, instead, it's pressing into your nerves, causing your headache, fever and fatigue. I will prescribe some painkillers to help you with your pain but I suggest that you undergo surgery while your situation is manageable. If you leave it there you may start experience more frequent headaches and your vision would be affected."

I slumped back into my chair, unable to be able to take it all in. I was about to agree to undergo the surgery when Dr Patrick delievered the bad news.

"However Mr Malik, there is a 80% chance of surviving and you may suffer from side effects such as memory loss."

I sat staring at blank space for a long while before collecting myself and stood up to thank the doctor. I left the hospital and hopped into a cab to go home.

I finally reached home, walked long and dazed to the main door. Fiddled with the lock and threw my keys on the tv console.

I shuffled up the stairs into my room and lay facing down on my bed. I was still in shock. I couldn't believe it. I was having the time of my life and an accident had to ruin my life! Even if I was about to have any life to live in the first place.

Why did this have to happen to me? Why did this have to happen to me when I was at the prime of my life?! WHY?!

Infuriated, I snatched the nearest thing to me-a vase on my bedside and flung it across the room, sending it smashing into the wall.

I panted heavily, and I spotted Perrie standing at my door. She looked so frightened, shaken and in shock. I closed my eyes and took a few deep breaths to calm myself down.

I reopened my eyes and saw Perrie, frozen just like how she was before I closed my eyes.

I sighed deeply, knowing that I had frightened her. I slide off my bed and went over to Perrie. I reached out my hand to hold hers and I saw her flinch away at that instant.

I let my hand dangle in the air for a few seconds before letting it fall. I sighed, turned around and lean my head against the wall.

"Go home Perrie." I instructed, feeling the little tears make its way down my cheeks. I thought she had left already when I felt her hands on my back.

"What's wrong Zayn? Why are you being so weird?" She asked in a small timid voice.

I ignored her as I knew my voice would give me away and arouse her suspicions. She placed her hands on my shoulders and turned me so that I was now facing her.

I quickly used my palms to wipe off the tears off my cheeks and she stroked my wet cheek. "Zayn, tell me." Her voice full of love and concern.

"Nothing Perrie, just go home. Please." I denied. I couldn't tell her. She had too much too care about and I couldn't add on her plates of burden. A dying boyfriend could not add to her worries.