Not So Much Love

Pomegranate-Blueberry

Date: May, 16, 2015.

The house was quiet. So quiet you could hear a feather hit the ground. Today was the day Alex hated the most, she's dreaded this day for 9 years. 9 years ago, her best friend passed away. You may ask "how does a 12 year old girl die that young?" There are many ways, but the way she passed was peaceful. No car accident, not shot, or any way like that. She passed due to her double lung transplant. She body couldn't handle it, and she passed. They had to take her off life support. The thing is, that was her second time needing a double lung transplant.

One Direction just finished an all Canadian tour, Aubrey probably went to hang around with Niall. They're pretty much best friends. The two have gotten to know each, quite a lot. Matter of time they start dating. The only thing keeping them from going on with it was the fear of hate towards Aubrey. Alex expected Zayn to come over, he does all the time. That still makes her wonder, why he would take the three hour trip to see her, then three hours to get home.

"Hey, anyone home?" Zayn called as he walked through the front door. Alex gave him a key to the house. There wasn't an answer, which was strange, because for the last week, they have been talking to each other, like they were tied. They are dating now, starting from the event that took place last week.

"Diya? I saw your car out in the lot, so..." He called out again, stepping farther into her house. Her bedroom door was a crack open, and dead silence. He pushed open her door, trying to not make it creak. He found Alex laying in bed, with the covers over her whole body.

"You dork, it's five in the afternoon, why are you still in bed?" He chuckles, leaning in the doorway. She didn't reply, nor move.

"Come on, get out of bed, we can go see a film or something." She still doesn't move, or speak. Zayn became worried, he got closer. "Diya, are you okay?" He said in almost a whisper. He jolted to her side, and lifted the covers off her. She made a groaning noise, and grabbed the covers back over her.

"Diya, what's wrong, come out of bed." He said to her softly, "you can tell me, you know." He only got a small groan as a response. "Move over." He said as he climbed onto her mattress next to her, and went under the covers as well. Alex was curled up in a ball, hugging her knees. Zayn pulled her into a hug, stroking her hair.

"What's wrong?" He mumbled into her ear. Alex was hugging Zayn back, with her face buried into his chest. She didn't reply to him, or make a sound. It was like silences took over her body, and she couldn't escape. But she chose to not talk. It got hot under the covers very fast, but Alex didn't care. Zayn got too hot five minutes in, so he kissed her forehead, and got out from under. He left her room and took a seat on the sofa. If he wanted to know what was wrong, Aubrey would be best to find it out why. He scrolled through his contacts, until he saw hers. Aubrey's contact name was under 'Vic' from the first time they met, she introduced herself as 'Vic'. He pressed the call button. Aubrey answered on the third ring.

"Hai, this is Vic." She said.

"What's wrong with Diya?" He went straight without a 'hello' or 'hi'.

"Oh... That's today," she sighed, it sounded like she just lost all of her happiness and excitement with one little sentence. "9 years ago, her best friend died." Aubrey said quietly. "It's kind of like, like. She can't get over it, I try to help her move on, but she lost her best friend. It would just be best if you leave her alone today, tomorrow she'll act as if today never happened, and continue with the week." Zayn was shocked. Nine years ago, a kid died.

"How, how did she pass?" He almost dared not to ask.

"She need another double lung transplant-"

"Another?!"

"Yes, another. And she finally got one, after months of waiting, and, and her body... Her body just couldn't handle it. Her Mom called Alexs during school and told her, I had never seen Alex cry, until that day, and since then I have never seen her shed a tear."

"Oh, well. Okay... Thanks." He said quietly.

"Okay, bye, Zayn." She hung up her phone. Zayn sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. He got up, and made his way back to Alex's room. He went over and picked her up in his arms bridal style. covers and all, and brought her back to sofa. Alex didn't move or flinch, he sat down and laid her head on his lap. He uncovered her face and rubbed her cheek with his thumb.

"It's okay to be sad, Diya. I would be sad too." He whispered. The rest of the day Zayn took care of Alex.

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"Here Diya, have some soup." Zayn said as he sat back down next to Alex. He had a spoonful of the chicken soup ready for her, he brought the spoon closer to her mouth. "Open wide." He chuckled, he only ever pictured himself feeding his child like this. "Come one, Alex, the soup is very good, have some." She refused the first few times, until he got her to eat it. Zayn fed Alex the soup as they watched some of Alex's favourite films. He got up and put the dish in the sink.

"How about we take a bath, yeah?" He smiled faintly at her. He went over and picked her up, taking her to the bathroom. He set her down gently, she just stood there, with a sigh. "I'll help you." He hushed, helping her take off her clothes. He ran the bath water, and made sure it was warm. He took off his own clothes, and helped her in the tub.

"Do you want pomegranate-blueberry, or mango soap?" He asked, only to get nothing in return. "Pomegranate-blueberry it is." He squeezed the slimly red-ish coloured soap into the bath, and got in behind her. He waited until the bath was full to turn off the tap. He watered down her hair, and washed it. They mostly sat in the tub together, with Zayn hugging her from behind. He mumbled sweet things to her, to keep her mind happy. Alex ran her finger tip over Zayn's tattoos, tracing them with water. That was the most affection she showed so far that day. He smiled at her actions, and hummed old songs, like Wonderwall, and Creep. After awhile spent in the tub, he got her out, and wrapped a towel around her. She watched as the water drained and formed a tornado like way when the water was almost gone. Zayn brought Alex back to her room and dried her down, he got out some of her pyjamas and underwear. He put the clothes on her, and clothed himself. He sat her down at the edge of her bed, and brushed her hair neatly. He then tucked her in, and kissed her forehead.

"I hope you feel better tomorrow, love."