Mission abroad

Chapter 11

i woke up early, Zayn was still asleep and curled around my body. i pulled away before my stomach started to grumble. i tiptoed to the kitchen and stared into the barely edible contence of the fridge. i pulled out the eggs and a few other ingrediants to make omlettes. i turned the stove on and began to cook when zayn walked in, looking very grumpy and tired. i turned and smiled at him to force a smile at his lips.

"since i tried your national drink, you have to try mine" i joked handing him a cup of coffee. he took a sip, before wincing from the cup.

"dont become a barrista" he croaked. i turned to the omlette and shook it onto the plate handing it to zayn. he thanked me and began to eat, but he wasnt nice about it.

"why did you wake up on the wrong side of the bed?" i was especally cheery because zayn promised to take me around england to see all of the landmarks, and i didnt want to miss a second of it.

"i havent smoked since yesterday morning" his hands ran over his face, his body gave way and i quickly moved the omlette out of the way. i stroked his back, curling up onto his lap

"why havent you smoked?" i looked into his eyes, i didnt want a sarcastic answer, i wanted the truth.

"because yesterday you said you wanted me to stop" he said it so casually, asif he were certain i had the right to make him quit.

"zayn, im only here for a year, dont change your lifestyle for me, i ddont like it but that doesnt make it a deal breaker" he shook his head

"if i want this to go for more than a year, ill have to quit, i may aswell get a head start" he groaned, he looked ill, like the toxons were leaking out of his body, slowly killing him. i kissed his lips, this was the sweetest gesture anyone had ever done for me and he treated it like it was nothing.

"do you want to stay in today?" i offered, slightly disappointed

"no i quit so that i wouldnt hold you up while i smoked" 

thats it, im in love. ive fallen in love with zayn malik from one direction, i admit it. i tried to fight it, i told myself it was only a fling but it wasnt anymore, im in love with him. 

i ran to get dressed i was so excited to go around london. i heard a groan from the kitchen afte i dressed and ran to find zayn holding his head, he wasnt well, i could tell. i ran to the bedroom to find him some clothes and a hat to cover his hair. i put his clothes on for him and put his shoes on for him. i grabbed a tea towel and some ice and pulled zayn into the elevator. i slid zayn into the back of his car and got into the drivers seat. i entered the hospital adress into the gps and it instructed me on where to go.

i pulled zayn into the emergancy room and sat him into a chair. we were admitted and we waited, zayn was laying on the hospital bed and i mopped his head with the tea towel. he was in so much pain, and i just wanted to take it away.

Zayn's P.O.V

madeline stroked my hair, dabbing my forehead with the teatowel. she was so worried about me. i kept telling her it was withdrawals but she wouldnt listen to me. i just loved that she cared. the doctor didnt put me on high priority so i was forced to lay here in pain. i had closed my eyes for a moment when harry came running into the room, but he didnt look at me, he looked at Madeline. he ran to her and hugged her.

"how are you?"

"im doing okay, i just want to know whats wrong with him" she sounded distraught, which i loved, it ment she cared about me and wanted me. i cant lie, i was jealous of harry, her and harry had no drama, they were easy, i was complicated. i glanced op and noticed that he was still holding her, stroking her hair, if i werent in so much pain, id stop it, but i cant. thy thought i was asleep, because they started talking.