The Chosen One - Book 2

Chapter-2

I was gaping like a pig now. Like literally!! In front of me stood , The Zayn Malik! Let's just say I belonged to 21st century which meant that I definitely knew who he was.

The nurses who were simply holding a disgusted look then , were now totally ready to kill me any moment.

"I-I'm s-sorry to disturb you people." With that I turned mentioning this with every ounce of sarcasm,"Please continue with what you were doing." Hoping no one would recognize me and and would let me GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE. But then again, I was the luckiest person in the world! (Mark the sarcasm).

"Wait!" Called the drool worthy voice and I immediately stood still almost frightened because my only hope of getting out of here seemed to fade away. "Umm.... I was looking for you babe. We should be gone by now." With this he approached to me and was standing by my side. He took my hand and literally bolted out of the hallway.

Speechless you ask? I was dumbfounded. "W-What was t-that?" I was stuttering and panting after the short run.

"Oh I'm sorry for that. I wasn't in the most comfortable situation you see? Perhaps I also helped you get out of there. That's what you wanted, didn't you?" His British accent replied with calmness.

"How would you possibly know that?" I almost shouted because he was acting too smart for his own good. I didn't care how he was, it's not like I'm going to stay with him or whatever.

"You tiptoeing you way back there. Why would you possibly do that?" He smirked. Well , that was a good point. "Thank you, if that's what you wanted to hear." With that I rushed my way out of the main doorway into the open air not giving him another chance to say anything........

**************

"You should not be so irresponsible Samaira. Do you know what could have happened? First of all it's a miracle that you are sitting with us now. We were worried sick...." My mother kept going untill I zoned out of what she was saying. Right now I'm sitting on my couch across my parents who were lecturing me about how dangerous was for me to snap of the IV channel, sneak out of the hospital , run my way back to home, hide in my room untill I got hungry and had to come downstairs for some food and most importantly making my parents think that I was kidnapped from a hospital! A freaking hospital! Like, who can he even do that?

"Go back to your room and get some rest." That was my father always suggesting a better option. As I went upstairs I heard them .

Mom: how do you think it's even possible? How will she adjust now?

Dad: Don't worry now. We'll think about it tomorrow. It's been a long day for us. The hospital paperworks and then her school. We had to convince them that she could cope up.

Mom: She's been acting different. Everything about her seems different. Is it still our daughter, Mohammad?

Dad: Don't worry, she's still our little princess.

I didn't know what they meant. What had happened to me? After returning home I pretty much slept through the day , too tired to do anything. I'll have to look through things now....