Just Bestmate

Chapter 8 - Don't Forget Me

Liam POV

I went to visit Zayn by myself before he woke up.

It's been about an hour and a half since he's come out is surgery.

I saw an old nurse in the hallway and she stopped me.

"Are you going to see Zany Malike."

I looked at her confused, than understood, "Oh Zayn Malik?"

"Oh yes, that's his name." She said looking embarrassed. "He's room 1411. On you're right."

I walked in and I kneeled down next to his bed and grabbed his hand.

"Zayn." I whispered.

No answer.

"Zayn if you can here me... I'm Liam. You're best friend. One of four." I started crying and choking on my words. "I don't know if when you wake up, you'll remember me. But I hope you do... God I hope you do. Because I love you. And more than a friend. A love more than anything. I need you. I need you so much. I can't live without out."

Silence again filled the room.

"But even if you do remember me... You'll never know. Cause we were just best mates." I leaned my head on the bed and cried. I cried hard.

I was afraid for him to open his eyes. I was afraid he look at me and be afraid. What would happen if he truly never remembered? How would... How would we stay a band? How would we stay friends?

"Please don't forget me." I cried.

Slowly I felt Zayn's hand enclose around mine. I grabbed his hand tighter.

wait.

His hand just... moved...

My heart skipped two beats.

"Zayn?" I asked looking up. His head moved slightly. "Zayn?" I said louder. His eyes started to flutter open.

"Zayn!" I yelled in joy. "You're awake!"

I quickly hit the call button. As Zayn slowly came to I realised he couldn't breath. He still had the breathing tube down his throat.

"Zayn stop! Just wait." He stopped choking and a nurse came and pulled the tube from his throat.

I had to look away but I didn't let go of his hand.

When she was finished I looked over the bed at him.

"Zayn." I whispered.

He slightly smiled and opened his eyes.

His smile widened when he saw me.

But than, he looked at me slightly ... confused.

No. I thought. I felt my heart drop.

"Zayn?" I said softly. I let go of his hand and stepped back. "Don't forget me." I whispered. He looked up at me again.

Zayn POV

Suddenly, the darkness lifted. I felt light and, warmth. I felt, alive. Than I couldn't breath. I coughed and gagged until someone pulled the strange thing from my throat.

I felt someone take my hand. I tried to open my eyes but they were really heavy.

Finally they fluttered open. The light burned my eyes.

I looked over to my left and saw a boy.

The same boy from my dream. The boy with the brown hair and brown eyes.

His beauty in real life was greater than I remembered. I smiled at him.

But...

Who was he again?

"Zayn." He whispered.

Was that me? My smile faded as I desperately searched for memories again. But they had escaped my mind yet again.

His smiled faded and he looked like he was about to cry.

I didn't like upsetting him. He was so... perfect. I needed to remember. I needed to make him smile.

He dropped my hand and stepped back.

No... No I wanted him to stay here. Next to me.

Who was he?

Common think. Remember.

Please.

"Don't forget me." He whispered.

I looked at his beautiful face again.

And it all snapped back.

Liam.