This isn't real {Zayn Malik}

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Zayn, Zayn please wake up! Don't leave me please, I can't do this alone. Wake up c'mon stay with me its okay. Please come back to me. I love you...

I was shaken away by Zayn's warm hands.

"Layla are you okay?"

I broke into sobs as I shook my head from side to side.

"What was it this time?"

"You c-crashed to t-the floor. Your, your shirt was covered blood. So much blood. I tried to help you but I was too late again."

"Its okay now. See I'm okay. Its alright cmere'."

He held me like he always does when I have nightmares. They started the night Zayn got shot. Sometimes its him getting shot, other times he's just asleep and won't wake up. It feels like I can't breath, I start shaking, crying, I even scream until I'm waken up. Zayn thinks I need to seek help from a therapist, but that won't help me at all.

We laid there for a good 2 hours, Zayn fell back asleep while holding me. As for myself, every time my eyes began shutting, I jerked myself awake. These nightmares were getting so bad, I was terrified to sleep. Maybe I did need help. But I didn't want it.

"Layla. Can we talk?"

"Didn't know you were awake. But sure. "

"I want you to go see this therapist. I'll come with you. He can help with the nightmares babe"

I groaned. But it wasn't a bad idea I guess. I agreed.

"Okay. Later today we can go."

"Okay..."

Later on, I faked being ill so I didn't have to go. Zayn saw right through it, and told me to knock it off. He was seriously worried about these dreams and flashbacks I was having. I was scared, but its nothing. I surly don't have to see a therapist.

As we drove to the therapist, all you could see was Zayn's hands shaking on the wheel, and my leg bouncing. My nerves were going through the roof. I was having a slight anxiety attack, but I kept quiet.

"Are you nervous?"

"Well I'm not exactly calm about my girlfriend having to go see a therapist for nightmares... So yes."

I nodded before looking out the window. We were in absolute silence, and that was the part that scared me the most. Finally I turned up the radio, just to ease my mind.

"Sad. Depressing. Too happy. Old. Old. Country. Too slow. Wait. No way!"

*I'm in the business of misery lets take it from the top, she's got a body like an hourglass its tickin' like a clock*

"Layla, you listen to Paramore?"

"Indeed I do."

"Well look at my girlfriend. Thats hot babe"

"I try"

We both slightly laughed, as I continue singing along. Misery Business was always one of my favorite songs. The music eased Zayn and myself, until we pulled into the therapists. My heart fell into the pit of my stomach. Suddenly I could feel the pizza I had for breakfast coming up. I tried to contain it, but I couldn't.

"Layla love are you okay?"

"Just nerves"

In all reality it wasn't just nerves, I was terrified. The dreams were so realistic, so...horrifying.

"Got some gum? Preferably mint?"

He chuckled before handing me gum, and leading me inside. His hand never left my wait, even as we checked in. It seemed to take forever, but before long they called me back into a small room.