After I Met Him

Chapter 12

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My dads been in coma for three days now, the doctors said he might not come out for a while. Hannah and I were sitting on the couch having a movie night, she wanted to comfort me and help me relax. Zayn was busy with his new job for the past three days so I haven't seen him in a while, and I have no idea what he does for work.

"So are you and Niall a thing now?" I asked, putting the bowl of popcorn on my lap and stuffing a handful down my throat. Hannah shrugged, "We've been dating for a month, I like him but I don't know if he want to make it serious." She took a bite out of her chocolate bar and changed the channel. "I can talk to him if you want?" I asked, trying to be helpful. "Only if you want to." Hannah replied, stopping at a cooking show.

We watched TV and gossiped for hours before Hannah had to leave, I kissed her goodbye and closed the door. I leaned on the wall and just cried, re-thinking everything. What if my dad doesn't make it? What if I have to move in with my mom? I haven't seen her in years, not since she got re married to a doctor. I wiped my tears away and decided to go visit my dad. I put my hair in a bun and decided to just go with a t-shirt and sweats. I got my bag and got in the car.

Once I got to the hospital I took a seat near my dads room, waiting for the nurse to come out so I could go in. I realized the person inside was Zayn, not a nurse. "What is he doing?" I thought out loud.

-Zayn's POV-

I decided to visit Jay's dad, the nurses said he probably could hear me so I decided to say a few things to him. I took a seat on a chair near his bed, I was nervous. "Hi Mr. Grudrick, it's me, Zayn. I know you didn't really approve of me but, I want you to know that if anything ever happened to you, I can take care of Jay. I can protect her." I took in a deep breath, and just sat there for a moment, staring into space, until I saw him blink. I wanted to run to the nurses out side when I saw Jay, sitting there.

-Jay's POV-

"Zayn? What are you doing here?" I asked, why would he want to see my dad? "It's nothing, call the nurse!" He seemed more than happy, which left me confused. "What? Why?" I asked, before he could answer me he grabbed a nurse and told her to check on my dad. "He's awake!" Yelled Zayn, I started crying tears of joy as I embraced Zayn in a long hug. The nurse came out of my dads room with a clip board. "Mr. Grudrick is awake, the damage on his legs haven't fully recovered but he can come out of the coma in a few weeks, then into a physical therapy plan." I was now ecstatic, my dad would be out in just a few weeks! I kissed Zayn passionately and tried to take in everything that just happened. Soon visiting hours were over and Zayn offered to take me to a club.

He took me to my house to change, while he waited downstairs. I changed into a white, strapless, lace dress that reached just above my knees. It was tight but not too tight, showing my curves. I applied some make up and curled my hair, I put on my white pumps and grabbed my golden clutch. As I walked downstairs I could tell all of Zayn's attention was on me. "You look amazing, and hot and beautiful and-" I cut him off, giggling. "I get it Mr. Malik." He held my hand and lead me to the car. "So what were you doing at the hospital?" I asked, once we started driving. "I just talked with your dad, the nurses said he might hear me so yeah." He looked at me for a moment and went back to looking at the road.

The club was loud and filled with people dancing. The bouncer seemed to know Zayn as if he was a regular. The bouncer stopped me and Zayn said "she's with me." Zayn grabbed my waist and led me to the bar. He ordered us a drink and paid the bartender. Zayn leaned in, breathing into my neck, sending shivers down my body. "Dance for me." He whispered, in a sexy tone. I didn't object, I probably would have if I hadn't had alcohol. I walked to the dance floor, and just danced, forgetting the fact that Zayn was watching. As I continued swaying my hips to the music Zayn stood up and was walking over to me, this would be fun. A chase.