The Taming of the Little Leprechaun {Fan-fiction - Ziall}

Chapter 7 - Kiss You

-          Chapter 7 – Kiss You

Zayn’s P.O.V

            Niall wouldn’t wake up. The doctor said that he just passed out because of the lost of blood but I don’t believe it. I am in panic and yet I can’t let it show.

            I am too taken aback to do anything; it was Josh and Greg who called the ambulance. They all came right after they heard the shattering of the glass and plates on the floor. Niall just lied on his bed with passive face. I can’t deal with the idea that he might be dead. I just met him after a long time that counts as thirteen years to be exact. Just what did Niall’s father do to make his own son do this?

            Currently planted on a chair in the hospital room where they placed Niall. His face was so peaceful that I even fooled myself that he was problem-less. Is there such a word as that? Niall, Niall, Niall and Niall are the only thing that floats in my mind. Such a creature shouldn’t feel any agony. He was a jolly person when we were kids.

            I remember the times that I hid the memory at the back of my mind, I know what I did was on purposed. I tried to forget them because they were the only friends that I had when I was a kid. My world spins around with them and them only. I was hurt because they left me without any explanation. I thought that I am not important to them and that was why they can leave me easily. Now I know why though.

            I moved closer to my sleeping angel’s body. I placed my hand on his and massage it with my thumb. I know this is the cheesiest thing a person could do to others but I don’t care. He was hurt and I’m here to make him feel better, only if he allow me. I would like to do everything I could to make him feel that I didn’t leave him; that he is not supposed to stand alone and that it’s not his fault. I want to assure him that he had done nothing wrong. I want to take all the blame that he would put in himself.

            His hand was cold and so small, contradicting my large hands that are warm. We’re two different people but we managed to balance what the other is. If his heart was frozen, then I wouldn’t mind holding it and melting those ices. I want to make him feel love; I want to make him feel the things that he throws away.

            A single movement from the bed causes me to panic. I don’t know what I am supposed to do. The others are on the cafeteria because they thought that it would be best to leave me with Niall for a while. I don’t know what to do! I immediately went to the button on the wall on top of Niall’s head and pushed it to call someone.

            I stared at Niall’s lying figure; trying to think of what should I say to him. I stare at his face; it now shows some vulnerability which he doesn’t show. Suddenly, I am already staring at the blue eyes of Niall’s. The eyes that didn’t give cold-shoulder, instead I am staring at the eyes of the innocent Nialler I know.

            “Are you okay, Nialler?” I asked, my voice was breaking and I don’t want it! I don’t feel like I am supposed to break down in front of him. He doesn’t need to see me weak anymore. How would he feel secured if the man who is supposed to protect him is a cry-baby? It won’t be going to be good for sure.

            I take the chair beside Niall’s bed again as the doctor barged in and poke him around to inspect. I put my hands against his again which he gladly took. I traced my fingers to his cuts which is quite frightening. “Please don’t do it again” I whispered to myself but I didn’t mean it to be for me only. Luckily he heard me.

            “Zaynie? Are you crying?” Niall’s voice resounded in the room; it pierced through my eardrums though it was barely a whisper. I am not crying of course. I felt a hand on my face but for sure it’s from Niall because of the coldness. I felt his fingers tracing the part of my face just under my eyes. “Please stop crying Zaynie” God, now he’ll be crying. I put my other hand on my face to wipe the tears that I didn’t know was falling freely. I rubbed my eyes furiously but the damn tears won’t stop. The doctor was just writing on his clipboard. Why won’t he just ask question to break these awkward silence.