Once Upon A Time, A Thousand Tears Ago #Wattys2017

Chapter 46: Love Has Healing Powers

Chapter 46: Love Has Healing Powers

After screaming, shooting, shivering and killing people, I wake up in my room. I realize once again that I was dreaming about murdering people again. I don't know how many times in the last night I woke up shrieking and shuddering but then I saw Zayn; He was sitting near my bed, on the floor, holding my hand the whole night. He is probably the only reason why I went back to sleep. Waking up now, I see him sitting on the floor, his head lying on my bed and his hand still holding on to my hand tightly. I feel life in the parts of my hand that are in contact with his hands. Last night, I don't think I would have survived without him. I was about to get assaulted, killed or would have died out of fear if this man hadn't tried his best to save me. He didn't just save me, he saved my soul. Every inch of my body is thankful to him. The way he hugged me last night and showed me how frightened he was to lose me; I can still feel the impact of his arms around me. We both were broken and drowning; we both found our harbors in each other.

Looking at him, asleep, makes me realise how deeply I've fallen in love with him. What? Yes, there's no denying to this. I'm in love with him and all his little things. Why should I ignore this feeling anymore, when this is the only thing that I can feel right now? My whole existence speaks of his love. It's like being on the best rollercoaster ride ever. In the very beginning, you climb in and think "I can't believe I'm doing this, what the hell was I thinking, maybe this isn't such a good idea, blah, blah, blah" then you realize, it's too late for backing out because you're moving, climbing, spinning and looping all crazy and the thoughts are that you're pretty sure you're going to survive because how many deaths are there, really, from people falling out of rollercoasters? But you don't really know because you never really paid too much attention to roller coaster fatality statistics because you weren't into riding roller coasters; until now. Every twist and hairpin turn is exciting and you comprehend you're enjoying every chilling minute. You start to just let go and trust...no, you start to truly believe...that you're definitely going to make it. Except there's always that "gotcha" turn when the bottom drops out and your stomach lurches, but then you're back flying again and you're laughing your head off because you made it.

The whole idea makes me smile. How can a sleeping man holding my hand make me feel the whole roller coaster ride? How can a normal person who has enjoyed 'merry-go-round' his whole life, can start risking his life on a roller coaster? But as I said, there's no moving back. I am in love. FINALLY.

"Hey!! You're up?" Zayn rubs his eyes while he glances at me.

"Hey!! Umm yeah. How do you feel now?" I ask him genuinely.

"Umm... I'm fine. Rather I should ask you. How's your foot?"

I register that I had an injured foot which is paining badly but I had totally forgotten about it while looking at this Prince.

"Yeah, it's fine." I smile while answering him.

"Really? Is it?" Zayn raises an eyebrow.

"Love has healing powers, Zayn." The words blurt out. I feel myself blushing because as soon as I uttered the words, Zayn broke the gaze and started focusing on his arm.

I contemplate he is feeling shy about my statement. I mean, of course, when I, myself, am feeling shy about what I said, then why wouldn't he? Still, getting no response in return makes me nervous and embarrassed. I think it felt like I was hitting on him or something. I should learn to control myself.

"I'll just go home then. I'll come in the noon again. Don't leave the house and don't discuss the incident with anyone." Zayn says without making any eye contact and gathers his stuff for going out.