The Cheeky Bitch (A 1D fanfic)

The End.

WARNING: FLUFFINESS

YOU PROMISED LEXI! YOU PROMISED YOU WOULDN'T LEAVE!" He shouted and he started to cry harder and harder. Doctors and nurses came flooding in trying to save me and he was pushed out by a larger doctor.

"Sir, you have to leave." He said pushing him out until he couldn't see me and all the doctors hovering over me anymore.

"NO! SHE CAN'T LEAVE ME! I NEED HER." He shouted at the doctor. 2 pairs of arms grabbed his shoulders and pulled him away, it was Harry and Niall.

My body remained cold and still as I felt my soul being lifted and returning to the scene before me. Zayn.

"Mate calm down, calm down." They said.

That was when he just broke. He broke down and onto his knees. He fell and let everything out. I’ve never see him cry this hard before in my life. "She's gone." He sobbed. "She left me and is never coming back."

Harry and Niall brought him back to the waiting room where he was met with everyone else. They looked at him hopefully but he shook my head. Eleanor and Danielle burst into to tears and came to him for hugs. Harry and Niall kept their hands on his back and let the tears fall. As the girls went back to their boyfriends Liam and Louis gave him a hug then went to comfort their girlfriends and the sobbed.

"Harry?" He asked him as I looked up at him. "How am I going to raise my baby girl?"

He gave Zayn a huge hug and broke down into tears with him then pulled away. "You will do your best because that’s the only thing any of us can do mate. She will love you and cherish you and you'll do the same." He said between breaths. He then patted his thigh. "Mate what's in your pocket?" He asked earning the groups attention.

He pulled it out and gave it to him. I could tell he couldn't deal with the pain anymore. When Danielle came over he cried into her shoulder. Both girls and guys didn't understand. "Open it."

He cried into her shoulder as he heard the sound of wrapping paper being ripped. I heard the girls gasped when they saw what was inside the box.

An engagement ring.

“NOOOOO!!” I screamed but no one heard me. I was invisible. I was silent and I was alone

. . . . and I wake, gasping for air, as panic seizes me.

“Hey,” Zayn whispers from beside me in the darkness, his voice filled with concern.

Oh, he’s here. He’s safe. Relief courses through me. I look around trying to figure out where I am. I’m in our bedroom, in London. I’m home.

“Oh, Zayn,” I mumble, trying to bring my pounding heartbeat and heavy breathing under control.

He wraps me in his arms, and it’s only then that I realize I have tears streaming down my face. I find myself shivering a bit. That dream was so real.

“Lexi, what is it?” He strokes my cheek with his knuckles, wiping away my tears, and I can hear his pain.

“Nothing. A silly nightmare.” I brush off but he isn’t buying it.

He kisses my forehead and my tearstained cheeks, comforting me. “Just a baddream, baby,” he murmurs. “I’ve got you. I’ll keep you safe. Tell me about it.”

Inhaling in his scent, I curl around him, trying to ignore the loss and devastation I felt in my dream, and in that moment, I know that my deepest, darkest fear would be losing him.