Today is my six month anniversary of having Zayn as a boyfriend. The past six months have been the best part of my life without a doubt. I'm not sure what I would do without him.
Yes, we have had our ups and downs, but that only made the two of us be closer together.
This morning Zayn called me and said he wanted to take a walk in the park. Of course, I said yes. I'd love to spend even more time with him. Then again, who wouldn't?
I heard a knock at the door. I smiled, knowing that he was here to pick me up for our little date.
I opened the door and saw Zayn was ready to go. "I hope you didn't eat yet. I have a special lunch planned for us," he said while holding his hand out to grab mine.
Shaking my head, I said, "No, not yet." I wonder where we will be going to eat. He is so sweet already having these plans set up.
Closing the door behind me, we walked to his car and he drove us to the park. the ride there went by quickly, especially since we didn't really talk on the way there.
Once the car was parked, he got up and quickly went to my side of the car and opened the door for me. "Thank you," I said to him. He nods his head and closes the door.
For the second time today, he puts my hand in his. We walk away from the car and towards the woods. We walk on the trail since it looks much better and safer than the surroundings.
We've been walking for what felt like hours until we heard someone yelling. I wasn't aware there were other people here also.
We both turn our heads to find the person making all the noise that's interrupting our peaceful walk.
I felt Zayn let go of my hand and fell. He was starting to scream out in pain. "Zayn, are you alright?" I asked him but he never answered me.
His hand covered a part of his head. I slowly lifted his hand and saw he was bleeding. I looked around and saw a brick laying nearby. Why would someone do this to him?
I quickly take out my cellphone and dial 911. It's the best I can do at this moment.
. . . . .
I've been waiting by his side for about two hours now.
His eyes start to flutter open. "Ericka, where are we?" He asked me.
"The hospital," I answered.
He took a look around the room. He puts his head back down on the pillow. The walls must be to bright for his eyes right now or something. I wonder how they keep the walls so clean here.
A few moments passed by before he asked another question. "Why?"
I'm not sure if I should tell him the story. After thinking about it in my head, I feel he should know why he's here. He must not remember getting hit. I'm lucky he remembers me. I'm not sure what I would do if he didn't.
A nurse walked in with a clipboard in her hand. "The doctor will be here in a minute. You will have to leave then," she said.
I nod my head and she walks back out. "I guess I have to go now," I said to him.
"Please don't leave me," he begged.
"I'm sorry, but there isn't anything I can do about it," I said and he shook his head. "Bye Zayn," I quickly kissed him on the cheek before leaving. I hope everything will be okay with him. I don't want to spend time worrying about him.
