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

Kisses and Cuddles

Perrie's P.O.V

It's been two whole months since Zayn was attacked. Two whole months since Zayn was admitted into the hospital. Two whole months since Zayn was put into an induced coma. Two whole months and I've only gone home twice. Two whole months and Zayn hasn't woken up yet. It's been two whole months, but no one was giving up hope. Not just yet.

No one knew why Zayn hasn't woken up yet. The doctors said that he'll wake up when he's ready to, but I think that's a load of bull. Either they don't want him to get better, or they're purposely not telling us if he's getting better.

Right now, I was sitting on the chair beside the hospital bed, holding Zayn's hand. It was the same deal everyday; falling asleep at Zayn's side, being woken up by either the doctors or one of the mums or the boys, being urged to eat, drink and shower, talking to Zayn's unconscious body, holding his hand and falling asleep again. On the rare occasion I've gone home, but that's it. I couldn't bring myself to leave Zayn's side until he woke up.

I heard the door open but I paid no attention to it. It's probably only the doctor anyway.

"Perrie?" I heard an Irish accent behind me, which made me spin around to face Niall.

"Hey, Ni. What's up?" I said softly. He shrugged and walked over to the other side of Zayn.

"Nothing's happened?" He asks, which I shake my head.

"I wish something would though." I say, which gives me a 'hmm' in response. We just sat there for a while, in silence, staring at either each other or Zayn. It was kind of nice to have some company while I was in here.

"When do you think he's gonna wake up?" Niall says quietly.

"I have absolutely no idea. I wish it was right now though, or tomorrow, or the next day, or the day after that, or-"

"Perrie, you're mumbling."

"Sorry Niall it's just-"

"Perrie, that wasn't me. Look!" Niall says, and I immediately look at Zayn. His face was scrunched up, and I hadn't noticed until now that his grip on my hand had tightened. He tried to sit up, but I pushed him back down.

"Zayn. Zayn, can you open your eyes?" I ask softly. He slowly pries them open, blinking a few times, before rubbing all the gunk out of them. I looked at Niall as he got out his phone and started dialing.

"Call his mum first, Ni." I say, turning back to Zayn. His bruises and cuts had all healed and gone away, so his face was back to it's usual, beautiful self. He smiled at me, and what choice did I have but to smile back?

"I had to shut you up, Pez. You were rambling too much." He joked. I leaned down and slowly placed my lips on his. I had definitely missed this feeling. I pulled away and looked into those golden brown eyes that I missed so much.

"I'm sorry." I whispered. He gave me such a weird look I had to smile.

"Why are you sorry?" He asks, worriedly.

I sigh and say,"If I hadn't argued back and questioned your motives, you wouldn't be here."

"Perrie, don't you dare blame this on yourself! You had no idea that u would have gotten attacked! It's not your fault, love." Zayn says before quickly pecking my lips again. Our little moment was ruined by Tricia, Liam, Louis and Harry. I stepped back and let them talk to their best friend/son. I sat over on the couch and Niall joined me.

"You have magic words, my dear." He said in his famous presenter voice. I laughed a bit at his voice, making him smile as well.

"Thank God! I've always wanted to be magical! Maybe now I can go to Hogwarts!" I say enthusiastically. That made us both crack up laughing as we received strange looks from everyone at Zayn's bed. I then made a face followed by my famous goat impression. Everyone was laughing, probably a bit too loudly, when the doctor came in to see what was going on.

"Oh! Mr. Malik! It is nice to see you awake! How are you feeling?" Dr. Martino asked, checking the clipboard at the end of the bed.

"Fine, just fine." Zayn answered while looking at me.

"Are you sore anywhere?" The doctor asked.

"Um.. No, not really. I'd just like to know when I can leave." Zayn says, smiling at each of us.

"Well, that'd be a while I'm afraid. We'll need to keep you in for at least another month or so to make sure your ribs are healing properly. Also, in two weeks time you are getting your cast off your left wrist, so instead of getting you to come back and forth we've decide to keep you here. I do hope that's all right?" Dr. Martino asked, looking towards Trica.

"Yeah, that should be fine. Zayn?" Tricia asked her son.

"If I have to." He sighed. I smiled at his childlike antics and he looked over to me. I shrugged and smiled back. After a few more check ups, Dr. Martino left us alone. It was actually really boring sitting down on the couch, I actually think I fell asleep on Niall's shoulder.

*****

"Perrie. Perrie wake up love." I heard a faint voice talk to me. I fidgeted a little in my position and tried to go back to sleep, but I guess that wasn't going to happen.

"Perrie!" The same voice shouted in my ear. I woke up with a slight squeal and jumped about 6 feet in the air. I groaned and rubbed my eyes, glaring at the person.

"What!?" I asked, annoyed. I looked up into those fascinating brown eyes that I'd missed out on for two months.

"Hi." Zayn said, before pecking my lips. I smile at his cheekiness and say, "Hello, dear sir. How may I be of service?" He cracked up at that and I snuggled into his side.

"What are you doing out of your bed?" I asked, looking up at him.

"Dr. Martini allowed me to get up. I guess to exercise my leg." He said, shrugging.

"Zayn, babe, it's Dr. Martino." I corrected him, placing my lips to his cheek.

"Oh well, whatever! It sounds like 'martini' so I'll just call him that!" I laughed at his response. We cuddled for a bit, but we were rudely interrupted by Liam and Louis.

"Aw, isn't that a sight for sore eyes?" Louis joked.

"Take a picture, it'll last longer." Zayn huffed.

"OK!" Louis said, taking out his phone. I groan in frustration and hide my head in Zayn's chest. I feel his lips kiss the top of my head, before leaning his head on mine.

I faintly heard the 'snap' 'snap' of an iPhone camera, but other than that, all I could hear was Zayn's heartbeat, that was slowly lulling me to sleep.