Many months passed and not much changed. Zayn and I were the same, but we got closer. We knew each other's secrets now, and we were the closest that I've ever been to anybody. My mom, however, was getting worse and worse. I knew I had to prepare for her death since she was my only surviving parent. She still has yet to tell me who I am living with after this.
"How the heck do you do this?" I exclaim, looking at the math problem typed on the computer. I look at Zayn and he furrows his eyebrows, swinging the screen around to face him.
"Ummmm...." He trails off, his finger placed on his lips. I stare at him in admiration, admiring the way his eyebrows flowed when he thought. Or rather the way his lips pouted when he was asked a challenging question.
"Do you know?" I prompted and he held a finger up.
"Add the two to the thirty and then carry the four under it." He swung the screen back towards me and I nodded, writing down what he said.
"Thanks." I smile at my paper and I hear a grunt coming from Zayn.
"I hate math so much." I groan and suddenly before Zayn could answer, a bunch of yells were sounded around the corner.
"What the hell?" Zayn stands up and grabs my arm, motioning me to stand up. "Stay behind me." He growls and I nod.
"Call the doctor!" I stand on my tiptoes, looking above Zayn's shoulder.
"Zayn?" I asked worriedly and Zayn looks softly at me.
"It'll be okay babe just stay with me." He whispers at me, wrapping his fingers around mine in a friendly gesture.
"Emergency unit!" A nurse shouts, pushing a woman on a cart into the ICU. I knew that woman..... I knew her.
"Mom?" I exclaim, pushing in front of Zayn.
"Amber!" Zayn shouts, holding me back. He faces towards me, his gaze worried.
"Let me through god dammit!" I yell, pounding on Zayn's chest. He flinches and I feel myself fall into his chest, his arms wrapping around me. He sits us down onto the floor and I burst into tears while I push my face into his chest.
"Babe it might not be her..." Zayn whispers into my ear, stroking my hair. He shushes me but I quickly ignore him, bursting out into tears.
"It looked like her! It did.."
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I feel myself shaking and I jut my eyes open, staring at a worried Zayn.
"What? Where am I?" I ask Zayn, rubbing my eyes.
"Hospital lobby. I have something to tell you..." He looks sadly at me, tears poking at his eyes.
"No.... No no no no!" I shout standing up running into Zayn's arms.
"Amber it's okay just come with me." Zayn nods, wrapping his arm around me. I look up at him as he leads me to my mom's hospital room.
My mom was gone.
"No no no no." I start freaking out and Zayn shushes me and I gladly shut myself up.
"Listen to me babe." I nod as he sits down in a seat beside the hospital bed and I slowly sit beside him.
"Do you know what happened?" I asked worriedly, tears starting to come out my eyes. He nods as he leans forward, wiping my tears away.
"Last night as you know we heard shouting and a woman that fairly looked like your mom, well um, was your mom-"
"No no no it can't be.." I scoot closer to Zayn and he takes me and leans my head against his chest.
"She went into cardiac arrest, like the treatments that they gave her yesterday didn't go well with her heart." He finishes, taking a deep breath. "She didn't make it."
I felt as if my whole world was crashing down. I sobbed loudly and Zayn shushes me, as if there was more. I whimper out and he pats my hair down before clearing his throat.
"She didn't tell anybody where you were supposed to go, so you're living with me. Do you want to live in your old house?" I shake my head. "You want to live in my house?" I nod, unable to form words.
"I don't want to live around stuff that reminds me of my mom." I sob out, Zayn was probably unable to understand what I managed to say.
"Okay well continuing on, you can't do anything like suicide or cutting. I am here. I will be here forever for you. I will be here until you decide to move on." Zayn declares, blabbing on. "You can cry into my chest all you want, I don't care. If it makes you happier, it will have to do. I am here."
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Sorry for not spamming for like years. I just haven't felt like writing or anything I'm just a terrible person ok.
I love you guys and thanks for reading!
