Unconditional

Chapter 2

"Wait, so let me get this right. My mum and I got hit by a car? You went to perform surgery because I had damaged something in my head, and then you found out I had a tumor?" I asked incredulously. The doctor, Dr. Warren as he had introduced himself, nodded.

"Yes."

"So then I went into a coma for two years and miraculously woke up ten minutes ago?" I asked. Dr. Warren laughed.

"Yes, basically," he said.

"But who's that over there?" I asked, pointing to the boy.

"Zayn Malik, your b-" Zayn, his name was, cut him off.

"Best friend," he said with a sad smile.

"Yes. Your best friend." The doctor turned to Zayn. "She can go home tomorrow," Dr. Warren told him. He nodded.

"Just in time to tell management," he muttered.

"Who's management?" I curiously asked. Zayn cursed and shook his head.

"No one," and he walked away.

"Dr. Warren?" I asked.

"Yes Liz?" he replied, scanning his clipboard.

"What's the date?"

"March 9, 2012," he said. "Ok Liz, I need to take some blood," he then told me. Dr. Warren stuck a needle in my vein and took the blood he needed. Then he patched me up with a bandaid. I stayed in bed (not like I had a choice) and drifted off to sleep peacefully. I had a dream about Zayn.
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'I love you,' I tell him. He smiles.

'I love you too babe.' Zayn then takes off his shirt, revealing his six pack and the tattoos I loved so much dotting his torso.

'Like what you see?' he teased. I laughed as we started to swim out to the dock in the middle of the lake.
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I woke the next morning to singing, very confused about my dream. I shook it off though. I realized it was Zayn was stroking my hand and singing. His voice was actually beautiful.

"I'm broken, do you hear me? I'm blinded, 'cause you are everything I see,  I'm dancing, alone. Praying, that your heart will just turn around," he stopped singing for a second. "Actually I'm praying you'll remember me," he muttered angrily. I opened my eyes.

"Good morning person I don't know at all but is apparently my best friend," I teased. That seemed to piss him off, so he walked out into the hallway. I heard him say to one of the nurses,

"Can she go yet?" But I didn't hear the nurse's reply.

Then Dr. Warren came into the room with four very attractive boys. The first boy had blonde hair and blue eyes. The second brown hair and warm brown eyes. The third boy looked tired and worn out. He had a quiff like Zayn, except his hair light brown and his eyes a gorgeous blue. The last boy had curly brown hair and emerald green eyes.

"Who are you?" I asked, afraid they were random strangers.

"Niall Horan," the blonde boy said.

"Liam Payne," the boy with warm brown eyes said.

"Louis Tomlinson, Sass Masta From Doncasta," the boy with the gorgeous blue eyes said.

"Harry Styles," the boy with the curls said.

"A.K.A, ONE DIRECTION!" All five boys, including Zayn, said.

"One...Direction?" I asked.

"Yeah," Zayn said, sadly smiling.

"So who exactly are you?" I asked, still confused.

"Your four best friends," Niall, I guess, said. Zayn glared at him. "Five best friends," he mumbled.

"We are the biggest boyband in the world." Harry said. His low, raspy voice was intoxicating.

"We formed in 2010 after we each auditioned for X-Factor as solo artists. After coming in third on the X-Factor, Simon signed us." Zayn explained. I was still confused.

"Let's just take her home." Louis said to the doctor.

"Take me home?" I asked.

"Take you home," Liam confirmed. "Let's go." I was put in a wheelchair and Niall pushed me around, making weird noises. I laughed. I didn't remember them at all, but I could see myself being best friends with these five. Niall wheeled me out of the hospital and into a black van out the back door.

"Where are we going?" I asked, scared I was gonna get kidnapped or something like that.

"Home," Zayn replied quietly. His eyes looked as if he had been crying.

"So you don't remember anything? About any of us?" Harry asked. I shook my head. The boys shared little mutters and shakes of their heads in disbelief. Then I turned to Niall.

"Why is Zayn so upset that I lost my memory?" I asked very quietly, so only he could hear.

"Because he was your b-" Niall stopped, as if he didn't want to say the wrong thing. "Best friend. You two shared a flat."

That was the second time someone slipped and corrected themselves about what me and Zayn 'were'. I shook it off as we pulled up to a house in the middle of nowhere.

"Where the hell are we?" Louis grumbled.

"Modest! wanted me to take you here. Like a safe house. Just until she gets her memory back. They want you to be in a nice, secluded area so no fans disturb you while she's recuperating," the beefy driver motioned to me. The lads got their baggage and brought it into the house. Zayn was the only one outside with me. All of the sudden, I felt dizzy. I mumbled something about it, and Zayn heard this and wheeled me into the house.

"Can you walk?" he asked. I stood up shakily and nervously, but I was walking around fine.

"I'm good, thanks babe," I said. Wait? Did I just call my best friend babe? I sighed. Maybe he didn't catch it.

The other lads were waiting in the kitchen.

"Guys, there's a problem." Niall said. "Six people, five rooms."

"That's cause they-" Harry looked at Zayn and I.

"We. We usually share a room," Louis cut him off. Harry nodded.

"Yeah..."

"Let's get you up to your room, Liz. You need a rest," Zayn said. He picked me up with one arm. With the other, he carried my bag. He placed me on the bed.

"Have a good sleep, yeah?" he said and shut the door. I drifted to sleep and had another dream about Zayn. This was going to be a long while.