Keep Wishing (One Direction)

Chapter Four; To Be or Not To Be

Sorry probably will be short but OH WELL, maybe if I got more votes and comments it would be longer! Wink, wink, nudge, nudge.

“Don’t even think about it, Zayn Malik and Harry Styles!” I yelled, jumping up. I separated the three boys and dodged right before Zayn’s fist connected with Louis’s jaw.

“Holy fuck, save the dying ducks!” I screamed, jumping back and landing on my ass.

“Come here,” Gemma told me, grabbing me and pulling me away from the three boys. I gasped as Harry hit Louis. Louis was and I thought is Harry’s best friend; Larry Stylinson.

“Zayn, Harry, stop it now!” Chris’s voice boomed. Everyone stopped, for as long as I had known Chris he had never raised his voice that loud. At this moment, I covered my eyes and started to cry as I heard another crack.

“Shh, it’s alright sweetie.” Gemma told me. I had watched Liam jump onto Louis’s back and tackle him down. I had watched Chris and Niall tackle Zayn and pin him down and Justin pin Harry to the ground. Now we were at the doctor. On the way here, Zayn, Harry, Gemma, Becca and I were in one car. Louis, Liam and Niall were in the other car.

“Well, Louis is getting stitches in his jaw. Zayn is getting stitches in his knuckle and Harry broke his knuckle.” The doctor said, walking out of one of the examination rooms.

“Ugh, does he have to be that protective of me?” I asked, burying my head in Niall’s chest. He played with my hair and I groaned, Zayn does the same thing.

“Mrs. Malik, do you want to go see your husband?” A nurse asked. My head shot up and I looked at her hopefully and I nodded. “Follow me,”

     I jumped up and followed her, leaving everyone in the waiting room. I love Zayn, even if it’s just getting stitches in his knuckle; I have to be there with him.

“Babe,” Zayn shot up out of the bed. I looked and him and in a couple quick steps, I was right next to him.

“Don’t leave me ever again.” I told him and he nodded, kissing my forehead.

“I won’t, and I’m sorry.” He told me and I nodded.

“It’s fine, all forgotten. You are saying sorry to Harry and Louis though, no questions asked.” I ordered, sliding next to him in the bed and falling asleep.

“Is she going to wake up?”

“She looks so cute though!”

“You’re whooped,”

“At least I have someone.”

“I do too!”

“Oh, forgot about that.”

“Do you think she is in danger of giving birth soon?” Gemma asked as my eyes fluttered open.

“Hey love,” Zayn kissed me on the forehead and I groaned, rolling away from him. I’m not a morning person, and he’s not whooped.

I will prove he is not whooped. Even if it takes my whole life, or my whole day, depends on which one is easier. Just have to prove he is not whooped, Zayn Malik is not whooped by his wife.