It's in his DNA.

The Waiting Room

Perrie's P.O.V

After Zayn dropped me home last night, I went straight to bed. It wasn't that it was to late, or I wasn't excited about the engagement I mean, aghhhh I'm getting married for gods sake!!! it was just that the headache I had had for the last few months had gotten worse. Jade seemed quite worried for me but I assured her I would get some help if it was still bothering me in the morning.

Ouch! Nope that headache had definatly not improved. At all. I spent half the morning at rehearsals  trying to pretend that I was fine, trying to stop wincing at every drumbeat. By lunchtime both Jade, Leigh-Anne and one of the stage girls had told me that I should go to the doctor. I eventually gave in, the pain was getting to the point that it was actually unbearable. I called Zayn and asked him to come pick me up. I told Alecia that I was leaving to go to the doctor and she agreed that I didn't look well at all. 

Zayn arrived barely 5 minutes after I called him.

'You okay Pez? You really don't look well.'

'Yeah not feeling to great... Oh well I'll just get some drugs from the doctor and I'll be fine!'

Zayn laughed as he helped me into the car

'Sure thing bubba, I'm sure the drugs will help.'

By the time we arrived at the doctors office I had thrown up twice in the car. It was pretty easy to see that I was getting worse, not better. We walked in togther,  slowly and Zayn told me to wait in my seat as he saw the receptionist. He returned a short while later with a bag for me to throw up in, some tic tacs and a bottle of water.

'Thanks babe,' I said quitely, not wanting to aggrevate the pain.

He nodded and kissed my head, taking a seat next to me and placing his hand over mine. Butterflies felt like they were going crazy in my stomach, and this time it wasn't because I was sick. I was still extremely excited about being engaged to my best freind and it seems this sickness hasn't impaired that. I leaned over and put my head on his shoulder. He squeezed my hand gently and reasted his head atop of mine.

In the corner of my eye I could see a young girl, about seven years old with a broken arm looking curiously at us. I decided to ignore her for a few minutes, but when I looked back over she was nudging her mother and pointing at us, with her mother looking embarressed and trying to distract the little girl. I elbowed Zayn lightly and pointed to the young girl in the corner of the room. At this point she was getting frantic. Zayn waved and the cute little thing waved back excitedly. Zayn looked as me as if to ask if he could go say hi. I pushed him over in her direction. He smiled an walked over, introducing himself to the little girl.

'What's your name sweetie?'

'Ariel' she said nervously, obviously shocked that the Zayn Malik was asking for her name.

He signed her pink notebook and continued talking to her, with a smile on his face. I loved watching Zayn with his fans. It made him so happy, even after  3 years. I have to admit, I was starting to get rather nervous about the appointment. What if I had something really bad? No. No, I couldn't let myself think down that path. I'm fine, it'll be fine.

'Perrie Edwards?'

It was the doctor. I nodded in their direction and walked over, Zayn following.

'So, what seems to be the problem?'

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