Supersonic | Zayn Malik | AU |

Thirty-Seven

☠ Chapter Thirty-Seven ☠

➳ NYJAH'S POV

"Let's get you home," I whisper to Ari as I hold her close. She's sobbing uncontrollably, and I don't blame her. I saw the way Zayn looked, and it's enough to break anyone's heart, never mind the girl who gave him hers.

Not to mention the fact that he forgot who she is. I was standing in the doorway of the room when she ran to his side and held his hand and he stared at her like he'd lost his mind, suddenly asking who she was and why she was touching him. It shocked me enough that I had to grip onto the moulding of the door for support.

Zayn has forgotten who Ari is and I stood by and watched, all the while knowing the exact second her heart shattered. It didn't help when the doctor escorted me out of the doorway, along with Ari, and told us that Zayn may never get his memory back. God, I can't imagine what his life will be like now. He was a different man when he was with Ari—a better man, and who's to know what'll become of him now?

I just hope and pray that he comes to realize just how much Ari loves him, and maybe he'll once again be that man he was when he was with her. I'm his best friend, all I want for him is to see him happy and he was with her. Happier than I've ever known him to be.

"Here, let's get you some tissue," I softly say to Ari as we pass by a bathroom. I quickly run inside the room, tear some tissue from the box and greedily hand her a massive wad of it.

She mumbles out a, "Thank you," blowing her nose embarrassingly loud. It echoes down the hospital hallway and several people walking about turn to look at her, but then they look away just as fast. They probably suspect she's crying over some death, and I guess in a way, she is. The Zayn who once knew her is gone, erased. The Zayn he became when he was with Ari is probably gone and her relationship has been obliterated in a matter of minutes. She's crying over the death of her happiness, to be quite honest.

I place my hand on her back once she's done blowing her nose, continuing to lead her out of the building. Once we're outside, I lead her to the car, help her in, and we begin the trip back to their house.

"Nyjah, I—" she begins, stopping to look out the window for a moment while she fiddles with her fingers in her lap. "I can't thank you enough for what you've done for me tonight."

"Don't thank me, we're like family. Zayn's like a brother to me, you know that, and if his girl needs a shoulder to cry on, well then, I'm here. Besides, we're friends."

When I look at her, she's wiping her nose again with the tissue, which she then crumples up and stuffs into the pocket of the jacket she's wearing. It's some leather jacket that I'd assume to be Zayn's, but I don't recognize it.

"Did Zayn get a new coat?" I ask, curious even though I know it's not his coat, it's not his style. Though he wears leather, I don't think he'd be caught dead wearing something with so many buckles. It's too biker.

Ari bites her lip when she looks down at it, "Yeah," she says quietly, but when I notice that she can't seem to keep eye contact with me, I realize that she's probably lying about it. I'm positive that isn't Zayn's, so why isn't she just being honest about it?

"Look, Nyjah—" she picks away at her fingers, seeming unsure of what to say.

I pull the car onto their street and as we park in the driveway, Ari winces and then looks at me.

"Is everything alright?"

"I can't stay here by myself. Can I come spend the night with you and Zoe?" She shyly looks away after uttering her request, but she's silly to think she can't ask me something like that.