Dreaming. *Zayn Malik.*

Chapter Three.

Zayn’s POV

I sighed as I looked at the clock. Ten in the morning. It was almost time for me to get Erin up to go to treatment. I really hated seeing her go through this. All I wanted to do was take all her pain away. I wanted myself to be the one going through the aggressive treatment if it meant Erin could come out healthy.

I wondered how she was so strong. I wanted to know how through finding out the man she thought she loved was a scandalous pig, finding out about her cancer, and going through treatment she kept the smile on your face. I wasn’t going to say everything was perfect because there was bad days.

There were days that Erin wouldn’t get out of bed unless it was to throw the containments of her stomach into the toilet. Those days weren’t just hard on her though, days like those made me cry because I couldn’t stand to sit there with no way to help her. Some days I would busy myself with cleaning the flat, but after about an hour I felt bad so I move remove my shirt and change back into basketball shorts just to craw into bed and hold Erin.

And those were the moments when I wanted so bad to fix her. To hear her soft sobs in my ears and feel her tears leaking into my bare chest. There were times when all I wanted to do was put a shirt on so that I couldn’t feel the sad liquid dripping onto my chest. But there were also moments that made everything worth it. Moments when you forgot Erin was sick in the first place because she lit up a room when she walked in or her smile was like nothing in the world went wrong.

Seeing her completely mesmerized by the aquarium was one of those moments. Before she even got to sit down, or before she kissed Sally, the baby dolphin. As soon as she walked into the large brick building that she was scared of at first her head snapped up to the ceiling as she watched the fish cross over her body. There was nothing more beautiful in the world that Erin smiling and being happy.

“Erin baby,” She had been laying on her stomach with her face looking at the wall completely away from me. I loved waking up next to her no matter what, but when she was facing me was my favorite. When I could see her black hair melted to her face with a light morning sweat and I could run my hand lightly over her perfect features.

“guht awer Zayn,” She mumbled moving her body farther from me. I giggled softly before placing my hand on her back and rubbing gently. I knew she wasn’t going to want to get up for treatment, all she wanted to do was sleep. I’m sure would have rather eaten nails then go to treatment again.

“Erin you have to getup and shower while I make breakfast, you have treatment baby,” I leaned forward with my hand still on her back and placed a kiss to the exposed skin on her neck. I felt her shiver under me and looked down to see anew set of Goosebumps form on her pale skin. Erin moved under me and looked at me. Her blue eyes fluttering open and watching me smile at her.

“I don’t want to go Zayn,” She whispered. It was this when she let her damn of tears fall down. While it wasn’t a loud sob and her body wasn’t shaking with sadness her cheeks did turn into a small river. I leaned over, just the upper half of my body and wiped her tears away from her.

“Everything’s going to be okay. I swear to you, you have to do this. That way we can grow old together, so you can have the baby you want. I want to have babies with you Erin. I know you want to hold our son or daughter when it’s time, you can do this. You’re so strong and beautiful, it’s all going to be okay.” I gave her a speech like this every morning to get her motivated to get out of the comforts of our bed.

“Alright, go make breakfast,” I wasn’t going to until I saw the adorable sleepy smile of the women I love creep up to her lips. After my heart was not convulsing I pushed the covers to the side and dropped my feet to the cold wood of our bedroom floor.

“Have a good shower.” My eye lid dropped as Erin stood from bed grabbing her towel walking to the bathroom. Jokingly she let her middle finger tell me how she felt causing me to laugh. I wanted so bad to run over and grab her my the waist and twirl her around like the princess she was and kiss her lips.

“See you in a minute Mr. Malik,” Her voice made my stomach flutter and the world around me spin. I really believed that her voice was lost or something gave her a reason to never laugh again I would end. My existence would become relevant without her.

“You too Mrs. Malik,” I would never get used to the feeling of the name falling off my lips into the air. I wanted at times to scream it. I had found the one girl I would spend forever with, the one girl that was now my wife. Erin now went by Mrs. Malik, and it was perfect.

I was in the kitchen cooking breakfast for Erin now. The plates were set out and food was being placed on them. I had already turned off the stove because everything was done and now. I was pouring Erin’s normal cup of orange juice when it happened. I went to call for Erin but as I turned around I saw her.

She wore a pair of dark washed skinny jeans and a white v-neck top. Her shoes were black ballet flats and she wore a black tank top under her shirt. I looked her up and down before my eyes fell to her face. Tears were streaming from her blue eyes. But that wasn’t the part that caught me off guard.

“It was falling out,” She whispered. Her hands meeting each other in front of her body. She suddenly seemed so shy around me. Her hair was gone and I could see the skin on top of her beautiful head. I wondered what she did with all of the black hair that was placed on her head. But a bigger part of me didn’t care.

I stepped forward and wrapped my arms around my wife. Her head fell into my chest and a felt the familiar tears but all I did was calm her. I rubbed her back and tightened my grip on her small frame. I pulled away still holding her and pressed my lips slowly to her now hairless head.

“You’re beautiful.”