Olivia

Happy with him

OLIVIA'S P.O.V.

Where am I again??

I squinted my eyes to see a better view of place where I've woken up, t.v., couch, sky blue walls, a vase, novels... Novels!!! Yes, that's my room. Fine then.

But I remember being in the hospital,No! I've taken permission to leave, but what about Zayn? Yes, since I couldn't walk and Stephanie was there with her Grandma in some other city, he took the burden to drop me home.

Poor memory! Ugh,my bad.

So where's Zayn now? Has he left already? Why wouldn't he! Yeah. Why would somebody as popular as him would take care of a lame and ordinary, hospitalized girl like me? No one. My own boyfriend couldn't - ...

I swallow the thick lump in my dry throat, no more sentimental drama Olivia, no more.

So the answer to- has Zayn left? Is.. - Yes

"Wake up Oli - Volly " A playful voice rings through the room. No

"Zayn! You - you haven't left?" Why I'm calm and controlled in front of every other human being except for Zayn! Why I spill out my true words and emotions in front of him and only him?

"Olivia, you can't even walk properly and you think me to leave?" He grimaced.

Everyone has left me ,Zayn! Everyone.

I control my thoughts and smile at him in admiration, thinking that I'm still lying down on my bed, I try to get up. As I try to sit, a sharp pain courses through my waist to my upper body and I flinch, stumbling down. Zayn is quick enough to come beside me at the exact timing, as his strong arms support my back. He carefully makes me lean on the headrest, making me sit, I feel vulnerable and embarrassed and at the same time too grateful.

His sad eyes were too focused on me for a minute, too focused that I couldn't breathe, his face just an inch away from me. I was too lost in his beautiful eyes that I couldn't see that his arms were still holding me in embrace and we were too much close. Wait! Did I just call Zayn's eyes beautiful?

I looked down at his arms in embarrassment, breaking the chain of my weird thoughts.Insane - weird - strange - nonsense thoughts, that were too weird to be called just weird.

Shut up Olivia ! I sighed

"So.. you don't like being taken care of." He studied me, immediately withdrawing his arms from its previous position, and putting an arm's length distance between us.

"I'm not in a habit of being taken cared of." I stated emotionless, remembering what is true.

"Than, quick- quick, get in the habit because I'm not leaving you." He stated in a rushed whisper.

"Ohhh.. really! Till when?" I asked, amused.

He got up from my bed and looked at me in deep thought.

"If you don't kick my butt hard enough and push me away.." he rubbed his chin standing near the table and added - " than, NO"

I chuckled out loud at his cuteness.

"I hope you prefer coffee." I nodded as he brought a tray of 2 cup hot steaming coffees and a few cookies.

"Thank you Zayn!" I beamed at him, he's such a caring guy, Mark never even boiled a cup of simple water for me.