Little Imagines

Morgan and Zayn

Zayn Malik. Many things come to mind when i hear the name Zayn Malik. Friend, musician, artist, geek, crush. I'd known Zayn since we were in diapers. We live right next to each other, having late night conversations through our windows. We both go to the same high school, having many of the same classes together, so I see Zayn a lot. Were best friends to say the least, but I kinda want to be more.

Every person goes through this at least once, being in love with your best friend and they struggle trying to decide what to do about it. Tell them and have a cute relationship bloom from it. Or tell them and have it ruin your friendship with awkwardness.

So I go with the safe, yet painful path of just not telling him. I've hidden it from him for years. Both of us have gone through many relationships, mine mainly to try to get over this crush. It never works and I suffer silently to save our friendship.

Today I was going to the doctor. Something hadn't been right for a long while and hopefully this scan will help figure it out. My parents were worried but me and Zayn joked about having an alien in my chest. But after sitting in the waiting room, going through the immense amount of questions and the scan, I realize that isn't going to be the case.

The doctor tried to tell us in the easiest way possible, but I still was in shock and disbelief. I mean, how else are you suppose to react when you get told you have lung cancer. My mother quick holds me tight, like she might lose me right that second, crying hard. My dad was quiet, not sure what to say.

After all the paperwork and figuring out what I should do next, my parents take me home. My mom decides she's gonna make me my favorite meal, even though I'm not really in the mood to eat.

I go upstairs and collapse on my bed. I left my phone at home, having zero service in the doctors office. I pick it up and see a message from Zayn.

~Zaynie~

How are the doctors?? Alien in your chest? :)

I smile, the first time in hours, cause it was cute, but it slowly fades as I realize i need to tell him. How do you tell your friend you could die from a tumor in your chest? I get up carefully and go downstairs, telling my mom I'm going over to Zayns.

I walk the short distance to his house and let myself in. His house had always been a second home to me. We seem to switch which house we sleep in every other week.

I go upstairs to his room. It's the first door on the right. His room is covered in posters and pictures of his friends and family. The floor is littered with crumpled up drawings and clothes. Zayn is sitting on his bed, lost in his own world as he mouths the words to the song he's listening too. He has an audition next month for some show. He'll win. I know it.

He was sketching something in the one book I wasn't allowed to see. Part of his tongue stuck out from between his lips, showing he was concentrating really hard on what he was drawing. I sit down on the bed next to him, bringing him out of his trance. He smiles, taking out his headphones and putting down his notebook.

"Hey! How'd the doctors go??" He asked, smiling at me.

"Um.." I play with my fingers, not sure how to tell him.

"What's wrong?" The smile falls from his face as he gets worried, placing a hand on top of mine so I stop fidgeting.

I sigh and answer quietly, not looking at him" I have cancer"

"What..?" He asked with a sad tone. Hoping I'm just playing a joke on him.

" I have cancer. Lung cancer" I quick wipe a tear away, still not believing it.

Hes quiet, sitting there in shock like I was. There's silence for a moment. After awhile, he pulls me in a tight hug. I hug him back, laying my head in the crook of his neck.

"H-how? How could it be...?"

"I have a tumor. They say it wont be long till it spreads.. Zayn I'm so scared..."

"Don't worry. You'll beat this. I know you will.." His voice is shaky.

We stay like this for a bit longer, not saying anything, just hugging. After some time I decide to do something ballsey.

Since I'm gonna die of cancer, why not do it?

"Zayn..?"

"Yeah?"

I pull away a little, blushing. " um.. Since I'm not really gonna have a lot of time to get this off my chest, I guess ill do it now.."

He looks at me confused.

I bite my lip, not looking up at him " for the longed time, I had the largest crush on you, but I was afraid to say anything incase you didn't feel the same way and it would just make everything so awkward between us."

It's quiet for another moment, till Zayn puts his hand under my chin, lifting it so I have to look at him. I look into his beautiful brown eyes. Then, he kisses me softly. I sit there in more shock then when the doctor said I had cancer. He pulls away a tiny bit.

" You have no idea how long I've been wanting to do that"

This cause me to blush. "Really?"

He nods "yeah. I mean. I was afraid to say anything for the same reasons. I've been wishing to ask you out for so long. I just always thought you'd think I was insane." He grabs his sketch pad and shows it to me. It's a book of drawings of me. My eyes get wide looking at them all.

He blushes a tiny bit " sorry if this comes off as too weird-"

"You're my best friend. You'll always be weird" you smile at him.

He smiles back. " Morgan?"

"yeah?"

"Will you go out with me?"

I quickly smile and nod my head yes. He smiles and leans in, giving me another kiss.

"I promise I will help you get through this. I will never leave you" he says, looking at me with eyes that showed he meant it.

My phone goes off, my mom telling me its dinner time.

" want some dinner?"

Zayn smiles, "Sure." He stands up, taking my hand and we go over to my parents house