My Y (A Zayn Malik Fanfiction) *Completed*

Just Ahead

'Hidden truths are unspoken lies..'

Listen to All we know by chainsmokers for this chapter.
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'Excuse me, Mr. Malik?'

Not even a single wave of any occurrence made an effect on me. My mind was trapped inside the enormous maze that I was unable to figure out.

'Mr. Malik?'
I thought I was trying to answer the blank questions racing in my mind until I heard another commotion.

'MR. MALIK, Are you there?'

I turned around immediately, escaping out of my thought tyrannies and catching a glimpse of a middle aged woman. Her face was distressed more than my entire life while her freckled face was no longer pleasing. 

'I'm sorry. What did you said?'

I mumbled.

'Your  patient is now feeling better but her back has been severely injured and it will take some time to heal.'

'Thankyou. Will she be discharged today?'

'Well. It's better if she stays tonight at the hospital. You can take her tomorrow.'

I nodded. 

'Can i ask you something?'

'Yeah sure.'

'What happened actually to her? She has been brutally assaulted by someone. This in not a natural injury.'

Silence prevailed for a minute as my mind stood blank. What should I possibly say to her?

'Um no. She uh just slipped and stumbled over something, something terrifically painful.'

'Okay. Hope she gets better soon.'

There was so much unbelief in her statement that I made my way towards the room where Jess was. I opened the door and regretted that it made an enormous creak. Hopefully, it didn't woke up Jess. I wanted to talk to her badly but at that very point, she was in a position that's far more perplexing and important to understand that any other thing. The pain she has rendered just because of me is completely unacceptable. I want to strangle myself with fire and cry a bunch but I am helpless. Every single moan of pain that she made was because of me and I was the reason behind her every bruise. I am a monster without being one. 

I sat right next to her and fulfilled my desire of looking at her for long. Something about that made me extremely comfortable. I can look at her for a life. I can hear her depressing thoughts and listen to her sarcasm for more than that. Eyes closed, but still as comforting and beautiful as she is. I kept staring at her until that voice hitting my ears hit me with a smile.

'Zayn?'

'Yes, Princess?'

I flashed a smile at her.

'Back with the old nicknames?'

She smiled at me weakly.

'Well yess. Can't wait to take you out of this room. We'll have so much fun. You know what I brought those sad life ending movie DVD's for you, the ones you like. We'll cry together an..'

'Zaynn.'

I knew that interruption wasn't a good news.

'Yeah?'

'I'm sorry.'

'For what J?'

'For not doing what you asked me to do. I'm an effing stubborn idiot. I should have admitted what you asked me to. This all would have never happened if I wasn't there. I'm so sorry. I'm sorry for not believing in you.'