Dreaming. *Zayn Malik.*

Chapter Eleven.

Hey guys so I have some horrible sad annoying news. My father got me a laptop for Christmas, which is great and all, but it's a windows PC, which means I have to buy Windows Office, and I don't have that at the moment, so I am writing as of right now from the wattpad screen. I can't tab, and the spell check is harder than my lady boner when Louis smiles, therefor this chapter is going to suck. I will hopefully (Fingers crossed) go to Best Buy tomorrow and get it, but no promises. My withdraw has been hell waiting to write, trust me. Anyway! How was every ones Christmas? My Christmas was good, my birthday however (Christmas Eve) was not so good. Alright enough rambling I love you all and let me know what you think, this is in Zayn's POV!

Danielle is in this chapter, I have nothing against Sophia but I like Danielle so much more. I just think the two were very happy together. So please do not hate on my story because I include Danielle and not Sophia. 

Zayn's POV

I watched as Erin made her way through the doctors office, this would be her last Chemo treatment which meant that hopefully her cancer was beat. We have only been married for seven months and the whole time she wasn't herself, she was someone who was stuck inside of her own body. Erin had a bad habit of blaming her cancer on herself, when it really wasn't her fault in the slightest, the doctors said there was nothing she could have done differently to prevent her cancer from showing up. They were however very glad she had painted that night at the beach because if she kept getting dizzy spells and didn't go see a doctor the cancer would have spread, and well there would be no chance of saving her. The thought actually sent physical chills down my spine. 

My life without Erin wouldn't be my life. I couldn't imagine not waking up next to her with her stubbly head of hair and her blue eyes blinking behind her dreams. Where I would be if I didn't get to hold her while she wore my boxers and a old t-shirt to bed? How unhappy would I be if I didn't get to chase her down the wooden hallways of our flat, with her laughter getting me high. How would I possibly survive if I didn't have to stop her from burning the kitchen down trying to make myself breakfast? I tried to push the thoughts from my head because I had almost lost Erin one too many times in my life. I left her at her high school or heaven's sake, then again when that night happened, or when I thought of letting her marry him. Thinking back on it I should have never even let her stand empty on her on the school stairs. 

I remembered the night I met her perfectly. She had been standing on the beach, looking out at the sea with a glint in her eye that I wasn't close enough to see what it was, just close enough to watcher her eyes reflect the water and moon all in one. She hadn't been smiling, and her arms were wrapped around herself. I hadn't even planned to move from behind the bolder I was standing behind but some freshman kid knocked me over running up the beach. I actually was so embarrassed that I thought of killing that kid right then and there, and of course when she caught me I had to play off the bad boy roll. 

"Mr . Malik?" A man in a white coat sat down next to me. He had a file in his hand and I could clearly see in black letters "Erin Malik", and once again just looking at her name next to mine I felt complete bliss. Everything in the world had to be okay if I was lucky enough to win the most beautiful girl in the entire world. I had too of done something correct to get her to look at me like I was  responsible for saving her life when really I was just a character in the story. She saved her own life, and for that I was so proud of her. 

"Yes that's me. Is there something wrong with my wife?" My heart sank at the thought that something might be wrong with her. I loved her so much and she came so far I couldn't think it possible for something to go wrong during her last treatment. But when the doctor started to giggle and shake his head I found myself able to breathe again. If she was okay then nothing could be wrong in my life. Because she was my life.