This is the second part of #62 - Daddy can you come Home?
Zayn:
The flight home felt like the longest of Zayn's life. Every second that ticked by only fed the panic clawing at his chest. He barely remembered landing, barely noticed the rush of people around him as he pushed through the airport, phone clutched in his shaking hand.
Safaa's voice had been a small relief when she called, telling him the ambulance had arrived, that they had taken his daughter to the hospital, that she wasn't alone. But nothing could calm him until he saw her with his own eyes.
The car ride blurred together-a mix of streetlights and the hum of the city he was too anxious to take in. When he finally reached the hospital, he barely let the driver stop before flinging the door open and sprinting inside.
"Zayn Malik?" A nurse at the reception desk looked up as he approached, his name having spread through the hospital faster than he had.
"Yes! My daughter-where is she?" he panted, chest rising and falling too fast.
"She's stable," the nurse assured him, eyes softening at his obvious distress. "She's been asking for you."
Relief nearly buckled his knees. "Can I see her?"
"Of course. Right this way."
His feet carried him forward before his mind could catch up. The door to her room creaked open, and there she was-his little girl, curled up on the hospital bed, pale but awake. Her eyes flickered up, and the moment they met his, her face crumpled.
"Daddy."
Zayn crossed the room in an instant, dropping to his knees beside the bed as he gathered her trembling hands in his own. "Oh, baby," he breathed, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "I'm here. I'm so sorry I wasn't here sooner."
Tears slipped down her cheeks. "I was so scared."
He swallowed the lump in his throat and brushed her hair back gently. "I know, love. But you're safe now. You're going to be okay."
She nodded weakly, squeezing his hand. "You really came home."
"Always," he promised. "Nothing could ever keep me from you."
A tired smile flickered across her face as her eyes fluttered shut. Zayn watched her breathe, each steady rise and fall of her chest slowly easing the terror that had gripped him since that phone call. He wasn't leaving her side.
A gentle knock at the door made him look up as the doctor stepped inside, clipboard in hand. "Mr. Malik, your daughter is going to be just fine. She had kidney stones, which caused the severe pain. We were able to treat her, but she'll need to stay hydrated and take it easy for a little while."
Zayn let out a slow breath, relief washing over him. He turned back to his daughter, brushing her hair back again. "Kidney stones, huh?" he murmured. "How many times have I told you to drink more water, princess?"
She let out a small, tired laugh. "I know," she mumbled. "You were right."
He grinned, pressing another kiss to her forehead. "I won't say I told you so. But from now on, I'll be personally making sure you stay hydrated."
She gave a sleepy nod, squeezing his hand once more before drifting off. Zayn settled into the chair beside her bed, his fingers still wrapped around hers. He was here. And he wasn't going anywhere.
Harry:
The drive from the airport was a blur. Harry barely registered the passing lights, his fingers gripping his phone tightly as he read and reread the last message from your daughter, telling him which hospital you were in. His heart pounded in his chest, his thoughts racing a mile a minute.
