Beautiful Chaos

Two Lives

Zayn's P.O.V---

I sat on the cold waiting chairs of the hospital room, still hoping she would walk out of ICU to hug me. The dawn broke, scarce sunlight entering hall through the glass windows. "Zayn... the hospital wants us to arrange the funeral and let them know." Harry said and I stood up. "What the fuck ? No! She is not dead!" I yelled and he pushed me down on the chair. "I am sorry, calm down." He said and walked away. 

I sobbed into my palm when a nurse walked out. "Is she awake?" I jumped out of my chair and the nurse looked at Niall and then me. "Her dress, Mr. Malik. You can go see her. But only 10 minutes." She smiled weakly and walked away.

I held that dress she was wearing. The one she was happy wearing. The one in which I was going to ask her to marry me. The one in which she would have been my fiancee. It was blood red. I hugged it to my chest, her scent rebelling with my broken heart to calm me down. 

Taking a deep breath, I opened the door, walking into the dimly lit room. I sat with her until I was forcefully sent out. Her eyes were closed, her skin pale, but her hands were still her hands, still warm, and her nails were left nude like always and I just held them. 

I willed myself to imagine a world without us and, What a worthless world that would be! She's so beautiful. You don't get tired of looking at her. I love her. God, I love her, I'm so lucky to love her. Kissing her hand, I realized she was lifeless. She was still mine though. 

Tears slipping down my face, I walked out the door undesirably, clutching her dress in my hands. Niall hugged me and I sobbed on his shoulder. "She's gone, mate. She left me." I cried. He sat me down and fed me some water. "Zayn, go home and change into something. Your suit is stained with blood." Niall said and I touched my clothes. Her blood. 

Niall drove me home and I sat silently, tears slipping down my cheek as I looked out the window. He parked the car and we went up. I opened the door to our house. Niall sat on the couch and picked up the peach mug. "Dont touch it!" I shouted and he placed it back, giving me an apologetic look. "Sorry, man. Its her and..." He nodded, taking out his phone. 

I walked into the room. Her pj's were on the floor and I picked them up, placing them neatly in her shelf. I kicked off my shoes and threw myself on the bed. Hugging her pillow, I sobbed into it. "Come back to me, Lakshita!" 

I felt her arms wrap around me. I turned to look at Caesar licking my hand. Picking him up I placed him on the lap. "She left us. Lakshita won't come back." I cried to him and he whimpered. He licked my face, trying to wipe off the tears. Seeing the dirt on my clothes, he bit my jacket, trying to pull me off the bed just the way Lakshita would want me to be clean. 

I grabbed my hoodie. The one she loved wearing. Walking into the bathroom, I turned on the shower. Warm water hit my body and I leaned against the wall, sobbing. "I'm broken, do you hear me? I'm blinded, cause you are everything I see." I sang, placing my hands on the wall. 

"Please come back to me. I need you, Lakshita! Please!" I shouted. I stood there for an hour, my mind completely blank except for filling my heart with her images. I stumbled to the sink and started drying myself. Wrapping the towel around my face, I looked down to see something that I had never seen in our bathroom before. 

I walked out with the small tube-like box, sitting on the bed. It had 'Pregnancy Test' written over it. Opening it, I pulled out something that looked like a thermometer but quite different. It had two pink lines over it. 

Not quite understanding what it was, I wore the hoodie and sweatpants. Walking into the kitchen, I opened the fridge and saw half empty bottle of milk. I took it completely and started drinking as I walked to the couch where Niall was playing 'Angry Birds'. 

"Hey, man. How are you feeling?" He asked and I looked down. "Like I am half dead." I replied and he patted my shoulder. I leaned back on the couch and shut my eyes. 

"Zayn, will you get me something spicy to eat?" She had called to ask me. "Yeah, sure. But why?" I questioned. "I don't know. Been craving for it since morning." She said. 

"Do you want to have a baby girl or a baby boy?" Lakshita asked as she walked out of the kitchen with some smoothies. We sat on the couch and say lay her head on my shoulder. "I want a baby girl who is as amazing as her mother." I replied, kissed her forehead and she smiled. "But I want a baby boy as idiotic as his father." Making me chuckle. 

"Would you be a good dad?"  She asked and I raised an eyebrow, looking at her for a second. "Of course, Lakshita. I'll do my best." I promised and she smiled. "Why did you ask?" I questioned and she shook her head. But I missed to notice the blush that crept up her cheeks. 

"Oh My God! Noooo!" I exclaimed, leaning forward. "Zayn, what's wrong?" Niall asked, standing up and placing his arms on my shoulder. "Lakshita... she... baby..." I stuttered and he made me look at him. "Yeah, what about Lakshita?" He asked and I shook my head. "We need to go to the hospital. Right now!" I demanded and Niall grabbed the keys. 

Taking my phone, we walked out the door. I made him drive fast to the hospital. Running out of the car, I rushed to the ICU. "I need to see the doctor." I said, panting hard, to the nurse. "This way, Mr. Malik." She said and I followed, spots of perspiration forming on my forehead. 

Mr. Wilson walked out of a room and I stood, my feet not resting on the ground. I kept shuffling and he gave me a weak smile. "Do you want to talk to me about something?" He asked and I gulped, looking at him on the verge of tears. "Was...my girlfriend-" I hesitated and he raised an eyebrow. "I know you are in great grief, Mr. Malik. But please calm down and come talk to me." He smiled and started walking away. 

"Was Lakshita pregnant?" I asked out loud and he stopped, turning to look at me. I turned away, not ready to hear what he was about to say. "Yes, Mr. Malik. Ms. Shankar was pregnant. A female fetus." He said and came towards me. "Thank you." I said and started walking, not knowing where I was. 

Standing in a deserted corridor, I watched the world light up around my lifeless soul. I lost my babies. My girls are gone!