Let's Call It Love [A Zayn Malik Fan Fiction]

Chapter 9

**Sooooo? I scared ya didn't I?? Hahaha ohwell. Here's Chapter 9

A/N

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Lana's POV

She woke up to a massive headache and the sound of a voice begging for forgiveness.

As soon as she registered the sight of the two boys in front of her, she groaned and said the first thing that came into her mind.

"This is way too much drama."

The two boys whipped their heads, Niall's eyes filled with relief, but Zayn's chocolate brown gaze was filled with anxiety.

Lana sighed as a sharp pain ran through her chest and Zayn was by her side, "You shouldn't move too much." He chided, as if she were a child.

"What happened?" She asked, slowly trying to sit herself up

"You got hit by a car." Niall answered.

Lana rolled her eyes at him and in return, he stuck out his tongue.

"Well I know that, but, what happened to me?"

"Fractured ribs, a broken arm and leg, a deep cut on the side of your forehead, but other than that, only minor cuts and abraisions." Zayn told her with a sad look and she finally built up the courage to ask Niall to leave so she could talk to Zayn.

The blonde boy nodded stiffly and left the room, though he looked back a couple of times.

Zayn sat silently beside her bed, glancing at her through his dark lashes.

"Come here." She said, Zayn followed immediately and came closer.

She took one side of his face with her good hand and looked into his eyes.

"I don't blame you, you know. But you shold have listened to us." She said jokingly.

Zayn sighed and cupped her hand with his. "I'm sorry, Lane. So sorry."

Lana gave him a small smile and pecked him on the lips. "It's fine."

And Zayn smiled at her, and every thing was the way it was supposed to be.

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Zayn's POV

He watched as she slept. Okay, that made him sound like a stalker.

It had been about three hours since we had last talked and she had fallen asleep after a dose of painkillers.

It hurt him, every time she tried to turn her arm, she would wince in pain, or if she moved her leg by a millimeter. She grimaced slightly as the soft pillow pressed onto her head wound.

Her nurse would come in a couple of hours to change the bandages, which were already seeping blood. He couldn't help but listen to the small voice inside his head sneering at him that this was all his fault.

He shook his head and got up from the bed he lay on to take a shower and change into the clothes Harry had brought by.

Everyone on the face of the planet that knew One Direction was asking what had happened. His twitter feed was bursting, gossip columnists kept ringing him, and his manager was possibly fuming.

He shrugged everything all off, if that was what it took to make sure that Lana was, well, then he would do it.

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Lana's POV

She was getting restless after just four days in the hospital, though the boys insisted on her getting one of the luxury rooms. Her arm and leg still hurt, the stitches sewn into her forehead was getting rather itchy and of course her fingers were aching for the familiar pressure of guitar strings.