His girl; Sequel to SNA

Chapter 22: Silence

Last update of 2013!

I hope you all have a lovely Christmas Day and have achieved everything you wanted this year!

Ily x

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**Olivia's POV**

"Zayn, it's okay." I could hear Harry as he stood beside a sitting Zayn, rubbing his shoulder.

This was the first time I'd seen Zayn cry - and seeing Zayn with his hands crossed and head down as he sat by Rose's bed, his sobs making him shudder, was absolutely awful.

I looked at Cara sadly and then fixated my gaze on Rose who became unrecognisable with all the scratches and bruises on her face body, pipes working like crazy to keep her breathing.

She was in a coma, and I was so frightened.

"Do you think she'll be okay?" Cara whispered, wiping her eyes with the sleeve of her cardigan.

I looked across at Rose and back at Cara, "I really, really hope so."

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Cara, Harry and I had insisted on driving Zayn home that night and allowing him to stay in the hotel, but he wanted to make sure he would be the first one there, should Rose wake up.

"He really loves her." I heard Cara murmur as we found our way to Harry's car.

It was true: Zayn had lost sleep, and his mind, as he waited for her to wake up.

He left the ward early morning to buy her some roses, her namesake, and kept a watchful eye over the flowers, hoping that they would remain fresh for when she woke up - it wouldn't be long until he had to leave for Bradford again.

"Zayn's really cut up about this. You know how he's been regretting his argument with Rose, and this has only made him feel worse." Harry commented, starting the car.

I murmured "yes" from the backseat and sighed, closing my eyes.

Night time was upon us and I needed some sleep, "Are you sure we shouldn't stay?" I asked, concerned.

I wasn't just concerned, I was panic-stricken and terrified about Rose - but I'd always been told that panicking always made things worse.

"I think Zayn wants this time with Rose. He wants to be the first one there, if Rose knows how worried he's been, maybe there's hope for them again." Harry said. "When Rose wakes up." He said additionally.

There was, of course, a small possibility that the situation could be "IF she wakes up", rather than when.

Pushing all thoughts aside, I focused on my breathing.

My heart was frantically beating a tattoo against my chest and I said a silent prayer with closed eyes.

There were 10 minutes until we arrived at the hotel.

Harry would sleep in a separate room - although Cara and Harry were already a couple, Mr Paisley was still under the impression that sleeping together, innocently, included a lot more.

Whipping out my phone, I dialled Niall's phone number.

If there was anything I needed, it was him - he was my sanity.

On the third ring, Niall answered, "Hey babe! You alright?"

My bottom lip quivered and I croaked out, "I'm not, Niall." And that was my cue to cry.

"Don't cry, Oll. Tell me what's wrong." He soothed.

I hiccuped and told him, "Rose was in a car crash. She's in a coma and I don't know how long it will be till she wakes up. I'm scared." I admitted.

"Oh my God." Niall murmured.

It was quiet until he started to speak.

"Where's Zayn?"

"He's at the hospital, refusing to move until she wakes up." I whispered.

"Poor Zayn, he must be so cut up about this. He was skyping me all week; we wrote a song together as an apology from Zayn to Rose. And now...he can't sing it to her." Niall mostly spoke to himself, in disbelief.

"Ni...Niall, could you phone Liam and Louis for me? I'll talk to Eleanor, Danielle and Sophia. They need to know."

Niall agreed and we spoke some more, catching up.

He'd arrived in Mullingar and was ready for Christmas.

And I was preparing for my second Christmas here in Buckinghamshire.

I just hoped Rose would be here, too.