Dreaming. *Zayn Malik.*

Chapter One.

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My stomach turned and I instantly knew what was coming. I lunged out of bed and down the wooden hallway to the bathroom. I was down on my knees with my black hair creating a curtain around my face, my head in the toilet bowl throwing up everything in my system. It couldn’t have been but a few seconds after I was in the bathroom that I felt my husbands hands grabbing my hair and pulling it behind my face. I heard the familiar sound of Zayn’s knee’s cracking as he squatted down next to me.

“It’s okay baby,” He whispered trying his hardest to sooth me. Chemo was kicking my butt, I was to weak to clean or cook so Zayn was basically the house wife in our relationship, I could hardly even get out of bed. When I needed to go to the doctors Zayn had to physically carry me most of the time.

“Why me?” I felt my cheeks begin to soak with tears as once again the cancer treatment made me sick to my stomach. I flushed the toilet but made no effort to move. I just looked at Zayn, who was saddened by the look on my face. My eyes were probably puffy and I was probably just a mess.

“Bad things happen to the best people Erin,” Zayn pulled me into his chest and sat against the cabinet under the counter or the sink. I curled into a ball in Zayn’s arms and let myself cry. It seemed I had been doing a lot of this. I was either sleeping, puking, or crying.

Zayn and I had been married for three months now, and just three weeks ago I started going through rough Chemotherapy, they said I didn’t have to do so much but I wanted to because if I did it would leave sooner. I just wanted to get rid of the cancer so that Zayn and I could live happily, I wanted to be the beautiful healthy wife he deserved. Once that could have his children, have dinner ready for him when he came home, and cleaned up the house when he was to tired.

“I need to finish the laundry baby, do you want to lay in the living room or the bedroom.” I knew he already knew I wanted to be in the bedroom mostly because the living room was to open. The windows didn’t have black curtains like the bedroom so when the sun was up in the sky you could see my pale skin, my dawl eyes and the face I had lost so much weight.

“Bedroom,” I whispered. I didn’t really know why most of the time I could hardly go louder than a whisper. But I had already gotten used to it, and so had Zayn. My arms were wrapped around his neck, although they didn’t need to be, but he carried me bridal style into the bedroom.

“Thank you babe,” I told him. He just gave me a weak smile and tucked me into the yellow comforter of our queen sized bed. I felt Zayn’s perfectly moist and soft lips land in a gentle kiss on my forehead before I watched him walk out of the bedroom closing the door behind him.

The last couple months was everything I could have dreamed of. Zayn was a perfect husband, and I was glad of the choice I made the day I was supposed to marry James. Zayn was sweet and he was gentle, and caring. He was everything anyone could want and I was still yet to understand how out of everyone in the world, Zayn wanted me. I wasn’t sure who he had met in the nine years we were apart, but I was sure that he had to have met someone who was more deserving than I.

James, oh James. Last I had heard of him he was flying back to Iowa to get a job, since his birthday had passed and he was officially thirty without a wife, he was poor. He had lost the house we were living in and everything. On the Brightside, his girlfriend would marry him now. I didn’t hate James, I resented him yes, but I could never hate a human being. Hate means wishing bad things on someone, and being someone that’s going through one of the hardest things life can throw at you, I wouldn’t wish it upon anyone.

Zach and Carly are almost through the pregnancy, and they just bought a house together. I was waiting for the day they got married, of course first Zach would have to ask her first, which was soon, I could tell. I knew he wanted to wait until the twins were born-both girls- and I just hoped that I would live to see the two girls who they wouldn’t release the names off. I was a bit determined to make it through this though.

Molly and Tristan got married just last week, and thankful enough I was healthy enough to go to the wedding, even be in it. They were still on their honeymoon so I was doing my best not to text either one of them with updates on my treatment, or send Molly funny pictures Zayn like I did with Carly.

Lastly, but not least Matt. The locket never leaves my neck. Other than the times my doctors make me take the possession off my neck, it stays there. Everyday I can feel the cold silver of the locket more, my senses were dying down, but my skin senses weren’t. I bruised easily, and I was always cold.

“Hey babe what’s this?” Zayn walked into the bedroom holding a piece of paper, that was clear had been folded by the permanent creases in it. I held out my hand and looked over the paper smiling slightly My bucket list.

10. Live a day in an 80's movie.

9. See a ballet.

8. Go bungee jumping.

7. Kiss a dolphin.

6. Get a tattoo.

5. Do a HUGE painting.

4. Stay up for 24 hours.

3. Spend a day at the beach.

2. Have a picnic.

1. Have a baby.

I looked up to Zayn who had a small smirk on his lips. I just shook my head and folding the paper back up setting it on the bed stand. Zayn however leaned down and picked it up and opened it again.

“I made that when I first found out about my cancer, it’s just ten things I want to do before I die.” I shrugged my shoulders and watched Zayn looked over the list again. He glanced up at me before folding the paper and pulling out his wallet placing it in one of the pockets.

“And you will do everything on that list baby,” Zayn leaned down and pressed a small kiss to my nose making me laugh. How had I gotten so lucky?