What happened : "Hello!! You asked for-oh shit." i gasped, my breath was caught in my throat.
And that's what you missed on Glee!!!
*Zaylaa's P.O.V.*
I couldn't speak. I had to be still dreaming. There was no way this was happening to me. I closed my eyes tight and opened them. He was still standing there, this cannot be happening. No way. Just no.
"Are y-you l-ost??" was all i could manage to say. My words were caught in my throat. It felt like i had swallowed a wax ball an then shoved a million crackers in my mouth. I could barley speak.
"are you Zaylaa Morten?"he asked with a very confused look on his face. I nodded my head dryly. I couldn't open my mouth, because i was afraid i would scream. He smiled that gorgeous, award winning smile of his. I nearly melted. His mouth moved but i didn't hear any words.
"so can we?" he asked with a curious look on his face.
"Can we what??" I said coming back into reality. Sometimes i spaced out in the worst times. I stare at some weird things when i space out too. This time what i spaced out on was beautiful though.
"Can we come inside and talk??" He asked me. He stared at me, like he was studying me. Taking in all my features. I opened the door wider so he could come in. Along with him came a complete camera crew and some extra people, probably hair and make up people. I closed the door behind all of them. I saw them all just standing there, awkwardly in my living room.
"you guys can sit."i said becoming more comfortable with the fact that i had a celebrity in my house. Nobody sat down."or not."i muttered under my breath.
"what was that?? The microphone didn't catch that last part." the guy holding a microphone said.
"Oh nothing."i said bouncing over to the couch and plopping on it. I was a bit shaky and was screaming inside my head. After i sat down Zayn sat beside me. He sat right next to me putting his and on my back. I nearly exploded with happiness. I smiled warmly, and widely at him. He looked right back at me. Directly into my hazel eyes. I looked straight back at his beautiful brown ones. Everything was silent for a moment. I t was just me and Zayn sitting there staring into his eyes. It felt like it was just me and him in the world. Everybody else had just disappeared. I broke out of my trance when one of the camera guy said something that i didn't hear.
"okay"Zayn said. I Just sat there clueless of the situation."okay Zaylaa we need to discuss your video and the reason you mad it."he explained to me while chuckling at my clulessness.
"and if you could put a lot of emotion into it and try and cry. It would make it much better."he said smiling. How the hell do i make myself cry. Well i suppose i could think about how special i am to be standing in the presence of Zayn Malik. I am one of few directioners who gets to have an actuall conversation with him. I am a very lucky person. I mean he couldve gone and met a directioner who was dying, even though i was dying, he still couldve met somebody else. Somebody who only had a few more moths left. Not years like me. I felt tears brimming my eyes.
"hey are you okay??" Zayn asked me noticing I had watery eyes.
"There is one thing i didn't mention in the video."i said. I felt some warm tears stream down my face. How could i explain this. I didn't even notice that the camera was rolling.
"and what was that??"he asked with a curious look in his eye.
*Zayn's P.O.V.*
There was something she hadn't mentioned. What could that be?? I wondered to myself.
"I-i-m d-d-dying."she maneged to studder out. My smile faded from my face , and she fell back onto the couch her face in her hands as she cried. I stood there stunned. Shes dying. What?? No! This has to be some sort of sick twisted joke. No! I sat back on the couch and grabbed her. I surrounded her in my arms.
"of what?"i asked, felling tears coming on. I let them fall freely.
"c-cancer."she studdered out again. I pulled her closer to my chest and let more tears fall from my eyes. Soon tears were sreaming down my face. I felt tears starting to go through my shirt, but ididnt care. This girl in my arms was dying right now. She could die any year, any month, any day, any hour, any minute, any second. She was dying and there was nothing i could do about it but sit here and cry.
"w-when??" I maneged to say.
"2 years."she answered. Two years. Shes 19. That means she'll die when shes 21. She wont get to live her whole life. That's a terrible depressing thought. I just kept running those 2 words trough my mind.
(A/N)
So my beauties how ya been?? Good? Bad? Just plain out bleh? Well either way i hoped you liked this chapter. I liked it but that's just my opinion. My opinion doesn't matter though because im me and well yeah. That probably made no sense. Oh well! Stay beautiful guys!! I love you!!
~Beautiful Peasents~
