Zayn’s P.O.V
As I open the door leading to the roof of the hospital I feel the cold winter breeze against my face. I pullout a smoke and place it between my chilled lips. I try not to smoke anymore but they always seem to calm me in situations like this.
Little snowflakes hit the rooftop leaving a white blanket over the once dull cement. It’s crazy to think that today was supposed to be the best day of my life but has ended up being one of the worst. I can’t even imagine how Perrie must feel. Oh shit, Perrie. I drop my smoke on to the frost and pull my phone out of the pocket of my suit.
I haven’t turned my phone on since the bachelor party last night, so for the first time in at least 24 hours, I brought my phone back to life. I’d say that it was filled with many texts and calls but that would be a complete understatement. I quickly scrolled through the many texts sent from Perrie, all of them saying the same thing “Where are you and the boys?!!?!” and the classic, “Answer my calls!!!” There were texts from my family and friends and even a few from management. The voicemail icon flashed, showing that it was near full.
Placing the cigarette between my chapped lips, I listened to each and every voicemail; I listened to all the voices and the tears. But one caught my ear more than the others.
“Zayn,” a sniffle was heard, “I know you normally suck at answering the phone but I just heard about the accident, no one will tell me anything, Zayn, they won’t tell me if you’re okay or not, I waited hours for you but you never came…” She was full blown crying while she continued to talk, “I can’t do this, I need to know you’re alive, I can’t lose you, not now, not ever,” She choked out a loud sob, “I’m waiting by the phone and preparing myself for the worst… just please Zayn, be alright. I love you,” and with that the recording ended.
I could say that my phone seemed to fall from my hand in slow motion, when in reality it fell like a ton of bricks. How could I be so stupid and selfish to not even think to tell my wi- no she’s not my wife, not yet, we aren’t married yet. Do people really not know which of us were hurt and how badly? Do people not know that Liam is in a coma? Even more, do they know we’re not dead?
I peered over the edge of the building, and what seemed over a thousand girls surrounded all open areas to the hospital, but unlike when we were in hotels and arenas, they were completely silent. They looked like ghosts, as if a part of them died in the accident that they weren’t even in. All adorned in black clothing or wearing the shirts with our faces displayed across the chest, they seemed to be part of a funeral procession, never talking; never moving. All that was heard was the chilled silence of the once loud fans. Some seemed blue in the face, freezing with the cold nipping at them, but nothing could stop them, they were our girls and they were strong.
I wanted so badly to send them all home and to send for the police to make them leave, but they were causing no harm to anyone. But if we didn’t make them go home, they would catch their death of cold.
The cigarette didn’t actually help the stress. It didn’t help at all. God if Perrie or any of the girls found out… I don’t know what I’d do. I quickly put out the light and stood up from my spot on the roof, and then snapped a picture of all the girls below. They needed to know we were alright, none of them deserve to be kept in the dark.
I opened the twitter app, something that I rarely do, mind you, and composed a tweet with the picture that I had just taken.
@zaynmalik Thank you girls for your never ending dedication, but please go home we are fine and don’t want you sick.x twitpic.390okh
I quickly closed the app and made my way back into the warmth of the hospital. It’s a weird thing saying that a hospital held warmth, when in reality it held loss and anything but warmth. But all I know is that the boys and I were going to be there when Liam wakes up, no doubt in our mind.
I made my way back to Liam’s room but was quickly hit by a white flurry ramming into me and squeezing me tight.
“Don’t you dare ever scare me like that again, Malik!” I heard as Perrie sobbed into my chest. I took in her sweet scent, and held her close, thankful that she came here, without having been told where we were. Thank god she wasn’t mad. Just thank god she was here.
“I’m so sorry baby…” I murmured into her hair before pulling away to kiss her forehead.
“I’m- just-so-happ-you’re- okay,” She choked out between sobs and then looked down. I firmly placed my hands behind her cheeks and attempted to wipe her tears with my thumbs.
“Shh… Baby it’s alright… Please don’t cry… We’re all alright…”
“I- I know… I talked to Harry and Louis before you- you came down…” I couldn’t take her crying, I felt absolutely horrible, this was supposed to be the happiest day of our lives’ but it was completely ruined by an accident. I pulled her face to mine, so that our foreheads were touching.
“I love you, so damn much,” I whispered before pressing my lips against hers and holding on tight, just to make sure I wouldn’t lose this moment with her.
A/N
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