How It All Fell Into Place.. (Zerrie story)

Not Looking Good

Perrie's P.O.V

I'm starting to get very worried about Zayn. He hasn't come home yet and it's near midnight. I don't understand why he's acting so weird. He was fine before Michael came. It's obvious he doesn't like Michael, but does he have to spend all evening out in the cold? I half ran-half walked up the stairs and went straight into my room.

I pulled on a pair of trackies and one of Zayns jumpers, slipped on a pair of ugg boots and grabbed my keys, ignoring the questions I got from Michael and my mum. There's only one place that I know Zayn would go in South Shields, and that was the park. I drove as quickly as I could to where I hoped Zayn was and immediately got out.

"Zayn?" I called out.

No answer.

"Zayn? Babe, where are you?" I tried again.

Still no answer.

I searched all over the park, no sig of Zayn. I'm missing something. I gasped in realization.

The tree!

I ran over as quickly as I could and searched all around the tree. I was pitch black and I couldn't see much, the moon was my only light.

"Zayn?" I whispered when I saw a figure lying on the floor. I walked closer and indeed, it was Zayn. I kneeled down next to him and placed a hand on his shoulder, shaking him lightly. I checked his pulse and let out a breath of relief as he still had a pulse, but it was weak.

"Zayn! Please wake up! Please! Please! Please!" I managed to get out during sobs. I took out my phone and called my mum, explaining the situation then I called for the ambulance. They said that they'd be here as soon as possible, but I- Zayn needs them here now. I took the time to examine over him, seeing as I couldn't do much else until the ambo's get here.

From what I can tell, he's got a cut lip, bruises were forming on his forearms, neck and stomach(and probably in some more areas too), his clothes were all shredded, but not too much. The people who did this took his watch, earring and wallet. Hopefully he doesn't have any big amounts of money in there, or his credit card.

I was relieved to hear sirens coming closer and out of my peripheral vision I saw the red an blue lights flashing and people getting out if the ambo with stretchers and first aid kits. I was pushed out of the way so the paramedics could get to Zayn, but I don't remember much else. It was a blur all the way to the hospital and I blocked out any sort of noise that was in the waiting room; the wailing of sick babies, the sobs of families who've lost a loved one, my mother and Michael asking tons of questions, the phone ringing, the annoying voice of the receptionist. Everything.

"Zayn Malik?"

I looked up and saw a doctor standing near a doorway with a clipboard in his hands. I stood up hastily and made my way towards him.

"Who are you?" He asked.

"Um, I'm Perrie Edwards. I'm Zayn Malik's girlfriend. How is he?" I ask in a desperate tone.

The doctor sighed before saying,

"It's not looking good, Miss Edwards."