Never forget

April's P.O.V

"Zayn Malik come this way please." I call out, I know who he is, of course I do. He is famous, in the biggest boy band in the world. I never forgot about him, he was my good friend who never came home. Here he is at the hospital because he broke his arm skateboarding and of course it has to be this hospital on this date while I'm doing my shift. I don't think he will recognize me because he hasn't seen me in ages and he has met thousands of girls, prettier than I am.

"Just sit up on the bed please." I ask him when we entered the room he was still looking at his arm and hasn't looked up yet. 

"April?" Zayn says as he looks up from his broken arm and his eyes light up. "I haven't seen you in ages! I would hug you but..."  

"Your arm, well I should check it out, see if its broken." I say as I put down his paper work, "So what happened with your arm?" 

"Oh well I was skateboarding and I fell when I was doing a trick and put my weight on my arm and heard it crack." He explains as I hold is arm to see where it hurts him where I push down. "Ouch!" 

"Sorry! So is that were you put most of your weight?" I ask him and he goes back to holding his arm. 

"Yeah, it really hurt." 

"I'll need to ask you a few questions before you go for the x-ray." I try to keep it as professional as possible.

"Yeah that's alright. Its so great to see you after all that time!" He hasn't changed a bit.

"I know it hasn't been for so long, five years, except for that summer, and you are doing so well in One Direction." 

"Do you like us? Our music and all?" He asks me casually.

"To be honest I only have heard a few songs." I answer honestly slightly embarrassed. "Well I'm going to need to lift your shirt up to check your heart beat." 

As I lift up his shirt I notice a lot more tattoos then when I last saw him but I choose not to say anything. His heart beat is normal and after a few more questions and getting him weighed, then get him for an x-ray.

"Right, as you can see there, it is a crack going through part of your arm." I show him when the results are back. "You are going to have to wear a cast for about 6-8 weeks until the bone is healed." I explain to him. 

I get the cast and put it on his arm and 20 minutes later I am finished. 

"So, I was wondering in case I need any questions if I could possible have your number?" He asks and I can tell he is nervous. 

"Yeah, give me your phone and I will put it in, here is mine so you can put yours in." We exchange phones and put our numbers in.

"So I'll call you later?" He asks me just about as he is going to leave.

"Yeah, call me after 8, that's when my shift finishes." I tell me and he gives me one last smiles and disappears to the corridor.

My heart flutter, I have his phone number, I had it before, but he changed his and I changed mine and we couldn't keep in contact. I can't believe he is in London, I moved down here a couple of years ago and fell in love with it. 

A bit after nine my phone starts to buzz and the name shows "Zayn"