Stars (Zayn AU)

Chapter Three

Stars 

Chapter Three

"Keep your eyes on the stars, and your feet on the ground."

-Theodore Roosevelt

"And then, you fell," Zayn smiled like an innocent child, his teeth perfectly in line. I'm sure he's holding back laughter, his raised eyebrows proves it. He pulls out a cupcake and hands it to me, and I break from my shocked position to shove him back, receiving no effect only because the back of the dark wooden chair saved him.

"I would have laughed if there was no back," I teased him, sticking my tounge out to lick the delicious, whipped icing. This time his usually smooth voice cracked from laughter. His nose was scrunched up and became a paper towel, and his eyes became a pencil line. I stare at him in amusement, waiting on an explanation.

"I caught you of course," A scoff left his pretty lips, and he rolled his eyes like it was obvious.

  It's been four days since I met Farra, leaving me approximately two days left in this death cabinet. I'm getting better with walking, considering I have been in a coma for one year according to what the doctor said. I don't need help bathing anymore, thank goodness, and I can dress myself. Brushing my teeth is no problem, but putting my hair up is the difficulty. Zayn helped me, and at one point and it was so terrifying, I fell over with laughter, literally, him pointing, laughing even harder. He told me stories of what happened when we were kids and up until the incident. He never told me what happened, and I'm not sure if I want to know yet.

I've became fond of Zayn, a lot actually, like I knew him my whole life. Well, I baisically did, but the whole coma situation doesn't help jog my memory any. I've studied the way he tells me things; excited with slight caution, his eyebrows drawn, and his lips always end up smiling. The ways his eyes trace my face, and the way he cherishes the time he has with me every single day, let me know he cares. His eyebrows raise when he's holding laughter, he pierces his lips when he gets mad, and clasps his hands to the point the vein sticks out when he's sad. He hasn't cried in front of me again, and I don't want him too. Simple as that.

"My hero," I say and brought my hand to my heart, looking at the sky. I say, my lips becoming molasis. Slow and hesitant,"What would I ever do without you?"

Even though I spoke it dramatically, doesn't mean for a millisecond, that I didn't mean it with everything I have. If he wasn't here right now, I would most likely make myself have another coma. Not just in self harm, but the help with walking, turning over. I wouldn't have that without Zayn and I would eventually end up falling.

(Zust because I'm that spontanious.)

Zayn winks and grabs my hand. The sudden movement shocked me for only half a second, then the fear disappeared.

"Well duh," he spoke and kissed my hand.

I felt the heat rise up to my cheeks and I looked down, my hair falling over my face. And of course, of course, Zayn decided to try putting it in a ponytail.