Love is strong. (Selena and Zayn fanfic)

Selena's POV


"Na na na na" I sang. that could've been the last words I had ever said in my life. I had just sang the first part of the chorus of my hit song 'When you're ready come and get it'.
Yet I didn't finish.

I fainted right then. All I could really remember was whipping my hair in my silver shiny dress on the VMA stage one last time. then I completely blacked out.

They said I was out about and hour or two. If I hadn't gotten saved when I did, the doctors said I wouldn't have survived. They said I fell of the edge and hit my head hard. It was supposedly "gushing" blood. I wouldn't know, I mean for all I know I was still whipping my locks and jammin'.

It was supposed to be my day. I was out of a breakup with Justin Bieber and was showing myself to the world as strong and sexy at the same time. Quite genius I'd say.

Anyway, I was up for about twenty minutes and the doctors filled me in. I got up to go pee. Some stupid doctor decided it was a good idea to put socks on my feet. I got up and slid right into he door face first introducing my forehead to the doorknob. " Ahh gosh" I said to myself. it probably looked like I was beaten.

I had a purple knot on my forehead, stitches on the back of my head, and a scrape on my arm. "Is everything all right Miss Gomez?" a nurse said peaking her head into the bathroom.

"Yes. May I at least pee alone? Is that too much to ask? I said. I guess I was being a bit harsh.

" Yyyes mam' " the nurse said. I could tell she was a bit shocked and scared at the same time.

But really, I never have privacy as it is, why would you expect me being comfortable with a grown woman seeing my 'lady parts'..

I flushed and sat on my bed. I was a little hungry. I hadn't ate anything since about Thursday; so maybe around two days ago. I was trying to make sure I'd fit in my dress. It's was a bit snug. I slid on my hospital slippers and grabbed a walking cane. I exited my room and headed to the cafeteria.

"That's Selena Gomez" a few girls whispered.

If I was their idol, I probably wasn't anymore. I had no makeup, three 'boo boos', horrible breath, and nappy hair.
To sum it up, you could just say I was a hot M E S S.

I tries to flush out my butthole, smelling breath with water. It was horrid.

I went inside the cafeteria. There were two sides. One with all old people, some were eating, and others playing wii bowling from about 08'. The other side had just normal sick people with cancer and that sort.
I wasn't exactly in the mood to cry over children who were dying, so I got some Fruity Pebbles and sat with the old people.

They couldn't bowl at all. the only good one was straining too hard and every single time he'd try and swing back, he'd fart. It was a bit gross.

I decided I would give it a go, and scho these old people.

They had already created avatars. There were only five of us.


•player one: 'foxyboy02'
•player two: 'Loretta'
•player three: guest (me)
•player four: zayn

Player four was Zayn Malik. "Zayn?" I asked.
"WOW! Selena you're okay! I saved you when you fell off stage. I decided I'd wait here till you woke up.. You, uh okay?" he said. he seemed really concerned.

Zayn Malik saved my life.

I hadn't even cared who attempted too.


I felt awful.
It never even dawned on my someone saved me.

"I'm good. Thanks for all you did. If it wasn't for you, I could've just whipped my hair all the way to my grave." I sounded retarded. I was still talking about my performance and how amazing I was jamming before I blacked out.

"CMON. It's your bowl!" the old farter guy said.

I couldn't concentrate on anything but the beauty that was right in front of me.
He was so perfect.

It almost wasn't real.

I bowled. I got yelled at a few more times, but yes, I bowled.


Spare.

I'm telling you. I wasn't focussing on anything.

Obviously Zayn was focussing easily. His bicep so tight, he bowled a perfect strike.

"Hot." I whispered under my breath. or at least I meant to. Instead he just laughed along and said "Ha, thanks." NOTHING AND I MEAN NOTHING, could break just how layed-back he was.

Perfection was the only thing I thought of him. I never thought in a million years me, Selena Gomez, would like one of those immature brats. Or at least I thought they were immature, anyway.

" OOO KILL" an old man began to say. He started coughing and couldn't finish what I think he was trying to say, which was "ooo kill em' ". He knocked down six pens. I laughed so hard.


I honestly never thought wii bowling could be so intense; amazing you could say.




I'll be doing more so YOLO. ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️


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