Never Letting Go. (Sequel to Til Death Do Us Part.)

21. Malik Number Two

*Eleanor's P.O.V*

I was laying in bed, staring at the blank television screen. It was off and at the point I'm at, it was the most entertaining thing I saw. I didn't know what to do. I was panicky and upset. I didn't like anything that was happening. I didn't like how I threw up, I didn't like how Niall and Liz broke up then suddenly got back together, I didn't like how Zayn ruined two relationships either. I hate it all.

The only thing that was making me somewhat happy was the day coming up. A few days from now is Louis and I's anniversary. It's the only thing that'll keep me going. I've been so depressed that throwing up has started to happen. That's my first symptom of depression. Vomiting. It's not simple vomiting. It's violent and loud. Sleepiness is number two. I get extremely exhausted and sleep off everything. Sadly, that doesn't help all of the time. Unfortunately aggravation starts to set in. the more aggravated I become, the worst my attitude will be.

Louis was under me, running his fingers up and down my spine. He had woke up from my puking and stayed up to keep me company and to make sure I didn't throw up again.

"You feeling any better?" I hear his sweet and low voice ask.

I smiled and shrugged, saying,

"A little."

He pulled me a bit closer and kissed my hair. He pressed his hand to the skin of my forehead.

"You're not as hot as you were a little while ago."

"Well, I don't feel too bad." I reply.

"We can never be too sure, so you just need to rest a little bit. That means no movement or anything." He says, sternly.

I looked up at him.

"But I have to drop Mark off at Zayn's and I have to see my mum today."

He shook his head.

"No, I have to drop Mark off and your mother will understand that you have to reschedule if you're sick."

"But you said yourself that we didn't know if I was sick."

He sighed.

"Fine, we'll take you to the dcotor's after I drop Mark off, to find out for sure. Deal?" He says.

"I guess that'll work, but can I at least go and get Mark ready?" I ask.

"El, you ne-"

"Please?" I beg.

"Alright, alright, alright. I'll call Zayn and tell him I'll be there soon."

I pecked his cheek and got up to go to Mark's room. I pushed the door open and he was playing with one of his toys, sitting on the ground. He still had on his pajamas.

"Mark, you wanna see daddy today?" I ask.

He turned and had the biggest grin on his face. He nodded and his hair moved along with the his actions. His hair was all messy and unruly from sleeping and his cheeks were red because of the breeze coming from his slightly opened window.

I crossed the room and closed it, then turned to crouch down in front of him.

"How's my little man this morning?" I smile.

He smiled big and nodded.

"Good,"

His eyes lit up and he got up, running over to his bed.

"Mummy, mummy, look what I made for daddy!" He exclaimed.

I got up and went over to where he was. He had a piece of paper in his hands and he handed it to me. I took it and looked at it.