[editors note: as you know gunshots were fired in the last chapter, and just ignore that. I realize that it wasn't all that good so I just thought it'd be better to completely ignore It. So yeah just ignore it.] *********
We returned to the hospital room to be greeted with my mom watching tv. I smiled at her as I sat down, avoiding her gaze. She looked weak and strained. I couldn't bear a glance in her direction.
"Amber?" She coughed out, handing me her laptop. "Do some schoolwork sent by your teachers." She commands me and I glance at Zayn. He shrugs, shuffling beside me.
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My lungs felt as if they were going to burst from laughter while Zayn told me associated jokes. "Knock knock!" He shouts, crinkling his nose.
"Who's there?" I shout back, biting my lip.
"Barbie!"
"Barbie who?" I cock my head, hair falling on my shoulder.
"Barbiecue!" He slaps his hands down on his legs, laughing loudly. I smile widely, taking a French fry from the large box of fries from Mcdonalds.
"You know what?" Zayn looks out the window, dusk quickly arriving. My mom was in treatment currently. I knew it was useless for her to go through the struggle, she would die anyway. I shook the thought out of my head as I dipped my chicken nugget into the ketchup.
"What?" I smiled as I took a bite. I really did love Zayn. He made me smile. He GAVE me a reason to smile.
"I've had fun being your friend." He continues looking out the window and I nod, admiring him.
"Yeah. Me too." I smile, playing with my fingers.
"You've made me really happy." Zayn murmurs, looking back at me. We held a gaze for a moment before I broke it, looking down again.
"You make me happy too." I smile crookedly and I felt Zayn slide beside me. His warm atmosphere swallowed me, causing me to become drowsy.
"There's this girl I like...." Zayn trails off and I feel my heart flop. I knew it wouldn't be me, it was never me.
"Oh, really?" I whisper out, widening my eyes. He nods, taking a bite of his French fry.
"Yeah. She's really pretty but I'm nervous. What if she doesn't like me?" He asks, his eyes wandered off into the corner of the room.
"You're a catch. You shouldn't be nervous." I smile, faking my feelings.
"I'm a catch?" He raises an eyebrow and I nod.
"You can sing, you can draw, and you're really nice."
"Thanks. I think I might ask her soon...."
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So basically id like to clear something up so the reason why I didn't continue the gun shooting thing was because it wasn't necessary and yeah it was dumb.
Also I'd like to clear stuff up along with the story.
1. Amber's mom isn't doing well
And yeah zayn was nervous while talking to amber in that last bit.
Thanks for reading :D
