Counting Stars - A Zayn Malik FanFiction

Chapter 13

Songs for this chapter:

Fix You by Coldplay

We Are Young by Fun.

Violet Hill by Coldplay

Sing by Ed Sheeran

Arms by Christina Perry

Ain’t It Fun by Paramore

All of Me by John Legend

Check Yes Juliet by We The Kings

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Two weeks.

I have been blind for two weeks.

I have to give myself props for not murdering everyone in this fucking hospital. Yeah, I get angry sometimes, but if you became one day, I think you’d be pissed too.

Zayn has a big part in this, too. He has been here every day since I got out of surgery. I don’t necessarily know why since we had just recently met in a mental hospital, but it’s sort of nice. He brings movies, and he explains to me what’s happening. He also reads to me, and when he thinks I’m asleep, he hums. I lay there for hours just listening to him humming. Maybe he knows I’m awake and listening, but who cares? It’s keeping me cool, calm, and collective, so it doesn’t really matter.

Sometime last week I had my first shower as a blind person. All I can really say that it’s like being a big baby. You have to have someone else wash you. I stand against the wall, butt naked, not being able to see ANYTHING, and some stranger is feeling me up. It is so abnormal. I take a shower every few days, and I am slowly getting used to it.  The nurse and I even make small talk.

My mom hasn’t come to visit me once, which sort of pisses me off. I mean, she birthed me, yet she could care less that her only daughter went blind after surgery.

The only thing keeping me from an emotional breakdown is Zayn. He has been so kind, and so patient with me, it’s unbelievable. Sometimes I yell at him, sometimes I cry to him, but mostly, I laugh with him. He tells me funny things that his mom says when he goes home at night, the cute things his sisters do when he’s making them food or trying to get ready to leave or even the strange people he sees on the car ride over here.

The doctor said I should be able to go home in a few days, which is actually nice. I gave Zayn my key, and he has been going over there to “blind-proof” everything. It is basically baby-proofing without all of the dumb locks on all of the cabinets and doors. He is just making everything safe for someone who can’t see shit.

He has even started looking at apartments close to mine so that he can help me out.

He is probably the nicest person I have ever met before. I just need to be careful. Sometimes the nice ones turn out to be complete bastards. Maybe it’s the faults inside of both of us that make us so close to each other.

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Right now it is around 8 in the morning. I have just had my shower, and I am waiting for my breakfast. I have put on what seems to be sweat pants and a t-shirt I think. I take my white cane off of the sink and make my way back to my bed slowly, but surely. A white cane is the long pole like thing that blind people use when they walk. I don’t really need it to get from the bathroom to my bed, but the nurses say I need to get used to using it in my everyday life.

Once I have made it to my bed, I climb into it only to feel someone in my bed. It scares me when I touch them and I jump. “God damn it, Zayn. I hate it when you do that.”

I hear him laugh. “I only do it when you take forever to get ready.” He says. “Oh and Bev, you’re pants are on backwards.”

“Fuck.” I say and smack my face. “This is the third time. I really need pants with tags.” I grab my cane and start heading back to the bathroom.

“You sure you don’t need help?” Zayn asks with concern.

I sigh. “No.” I say.

I can hear him walking over towards me. “I promise I won’t look.” He says.

I take them off and grab the wall. I am trying so hard not to cry right now. It sucks not being able to dress and undress yourself.

He pulls them up and says “There. I’m done.”

“Thank you.” I say with a small voice. I walk over to my bed with my dumb cane and lay down.

“You know, Bev, I don’t mind helping you. I actually quite like it. I mean, my sisters are all growing up and they don’t need me anymore. Helping you is actually nice.”

“I know. I just don’t like the feeling of being helpless.”

“You aren’t helpless. At least you can actually put pants on, regardless if they’re the right way or not.” He says.

I sigh. “I know. It just sucks.”

“At least you aren’t doing it alone. You can always count on me. I’ll always be here.”