Rock Me (A Zayn Malik/One Direction Story)

Rock Me (A Zayn Malik/One Direction Story) 7

I woke up the next morning to Zayn kissing my forehead, groaning and rolling over, not quite ready to wake up. “Come on. We’re heading home, you can sleep in the van, but I don’t think you want to be seen only wearing one of my shirts. No matter how sexy it is.” I hit him lightly before pulling on a bra and sweat pants. I flopped back down on the bed just to have Zayn lift me up and carry me out to the van along with my bag.

“So this is what you skipped out on the rest of your party for.” Becs teased. “It’s okay, Hails and Liam split also.” I felt my face burn and dug my face further into Zayn’s chest, knowing that I’d have to talk with him later about what happened last night.

“Don’t worry we didn’t expect you to be there for your own party or anything.” Harry said cheekily.

“El, can you slap him.” I muttered, delighted when she laughed and complied with my request.

“How do you know so many people?” El asked, causing me to pry my face away from Zayn’s chest.

“Warped Tour!” I cheered, “I believe you boys will be joining us for part of it, even though it totally is not your scene.”

“What’s Warped Tour?” Liam asked, I noted his arm wrapped around Hails and grinned to myself.

“A gigantic festival tour that has a billion bands all perform and tours everywhere around the States.” Becs answered, starting the van.

“Becky-Boo can we have Mickey D’s?” I asked, laying myself across Louis, El, and Zayn’s laps.

“Of course! But only if we go to the one with the playground!” Becs hollered, hitting the gas and causing the van to speed forward. I laughed and let myself fall back asleep to Zayn’s rhythmic rubbing as he played with my hair.

“WAKE UP LOVE BIRDS IT’S FOOD TIME!” Harry and Louis’ voices chorused right next to my ear, causing me to jerk up and collide with Zayn’s head.

“Owie.” We both said, rubbing our heads. I sluggishly dragged myself out of the van and made my way to the restaurant, craving the hashbrowns. I staid at the table shoving food into my mouth while the rest of the group ran through the playground, scaring all the kids playing. Zayn came back and sat next to me, placing his hand on my knee.

“Can we talk?” he whispered, tickling my ear with his breath.

“Tomorrow? Please? I just need to sleep.” I said, slumping onto his shoulder and blacking out.

Zayn Malik

     “Rain?” I shook her, feeling her skin burning against me. “Hayley! What’s happening!?” I yelled, immediately getting her attention by using her full name.

     “BECS!” She screamed, coming over and feeling her forhead. “She didn’t tell me that she was feeling sick.” I felt frozen, the boys piled over, peering over at Rain’s slumped over body.

     “Well don’t just stand there, idiots! Get her in the van and get her to the hospital!” Becs yelled, swinging Rain up in her arms like she didn’t weigh anything. I snapped out of it and rushed off after the group, panic over riding my ability to do anything more than just keep up. Hails immediately jumped in the van and floored it, not even waiting for the doors to all shut. We made it to the hospital with a police car trying to pull us over.

     “I’ll deal with it, you two go!” Liam yelled, noticing Hails hesitating, knowing she should talk to the police. I lifted Rain up and ran into the emergency room, immediately having her pulled away from me.

     “What’s wrong with her?” I asked, staring at my hands.

     “She was abused. Abused and neglected children tend to get sick more often and when they do they get really sick.” Becs said quietly.

     “She’s probably been feeling sick for days and hasn’t done anything about it because she didn’t want me to worry.” Hails said, breaking down sobbing. Liam walked in and saw her crying and immediately wrapped her up in his arms, lifting her to his lap.

     The next few hours were silent, Becs clasped my hand in hers telling me that it would be fine. It didn’t take long for the day to catch up with us and we were all laying on each other battling off sleep.

     “You’re here for Rain?” a doctor said, shaking my shoulder, causing me to jerk awake. “She’s awake and fine. She was severely dehydrated. She’ll need to stay overnight on an IV and you need to make sure she drinks plenty of fluids. It’s in her record that this has happened a couple of times because of exhaustion. I’m guessing you’re in the middle of writing your next album.”

     Becs laughed, relieved and nodded in accent that the doctor had guessed right. “Can we see her?” I asked, already up and walking towards where the doctor had come out.

     “Sure, just try not to let her get too worked up.” He called after us. We all piled into her room, seeing her smiling up at us looking frail on her bed.

     “Are you okay?”

     “Don’t do that!”

     “We were so scared!”

     “You have to take care of yourself!”

     “I can’t believe you did that to me!”

     “Oh God I love you and I can’t live without my Ray-Ray”

     “Guys!” She laughed, cutting off everyone spouting out nonsense. “I’m fine, I’m sorry, I’ll try to stop the long nights and days of staying awake and being productive.” She stuck her tongue out at us, laughing. “When can I get out of here?”

     “Tomorrow morning, I’m staying with you so the others can go back home. Ronnie said she’d send a car and help keep it on the down low that you’re here.” Becs said, not giving anyone else the chance to offer to stay with her.

Rain

     Becs got the message I had sent her with my eyes, forcing everyone to leave except her, I just needed to talk to her and I couldn’t handle the added stress of having Zayn there with the added pressure. Everyone agreed after Becs shot down any other suggestions with a glare and we were finally alone. “Tell me.” Becs said, squeezing into bed with me.

     “I saw the papers, Perrie is talking about wanting to get back with Zayn. She said she realized she doesn’t care what people say about her, as long as she’s happy and Zayn made her happy. How can I know that he isn’t going to start dating me, find out she wants him back, and leave me once he hears that. She’s pretty and British and perfect.” I muttered, leaning against her.

     “They clearly weren’t perfect if she so easily left him. Just take it slow. Make sure he finds out about her wanting him back first then if he is still hanging around, you’ll know for sure. We’re about to go through an airport filled with tabloids and paps, I’m sure he’ll find out about the rumors soon.” Becs said, playing with my hair.

     “I think I jut really can’t handle it if he turns out like the rest. I can’t go through that again.” I whispered, falling asleep on Becs’ shoulder.