Counting Stars - A Zayn Malik FanFiction

Chapter 14

Holy cow! It has been way too long! No, I did not get lazy; my laptop decided that breaking a week before final exams would be awesome. I would have had a new laptop by now, but my dumb dog decided to eat rat poison. Before you guys freak out, he is okay. He is just as dumb as a rock. I have been out of my house this past week, and now I can sit at the desktop and write you guys an amazing chapter. Without further ado, chapter 14.

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After the seventh week of being stuck inside of this stuffy hospital, the doctors have said that the hives around my eyes have decreased enough for me to finally go home. I’m sitting on the bed while Zayn is gathering my things and putting them inside of my bag.

“You have some girly underwear, Bev.” Zayn jokes.

“Would you rather I wear boxers?” I return.

“I would like it if you didn’t wear anything.” Zayn mutters. It is barely audible, but my new ears catch it. After you lose one sense, your others get better. This is a good thing, and a bad thing. I can hear the snarky comments Zayn makes under his breath, but the taste of the terrible hospital food is multiplied.

“Heard that.” I state. I hear him slightly laugh. The kind where you don’t make noise, but mainly blow air out of your nose. After about a minute, I can hear him zipping up my bag. “Ready?” He asks.

“Always.” I say with a smile. I grab my dumb little cane and stand up. Zayn hooks his arm with mine. He walks me down the hall and to the elevator. Once inside, it is quiet.

“Why are you staring at me?” I ask.

“H-how did you know I was staring at you?”

“I can feel your breath on my face.” I laugh.

He laughs. “I thought you had your sight back.” He pauses. “You are just so beautiful, Beverley.”

I can’t help but smile.

“There it is! Your beautiful smile!”

I can’t help but throw my mouth into a full on toothed smile. “If only I could see yours.” Memories from just over a month ago when I could look out my window and see his beautiful smile.

“Don’t worry, you will eventually.” He says and pats my hand. Here it comes. I feel the tears coming. I turn to him and hug him to suppress my tears. When he squeezes me back, it helps calm me down.

“I just want to be normal again.”

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In the car, my head is against the window, one hand on my chin, the other in Zayn’s right hand, with his left hand on the steering wheel. Most of the car ride is quiet except for the slight sound of music coming from the radio.

“Just a few more minutes.” Zayn tells me. I squeeze his hand and nod. I just can’t wait to go into my house, and lay in my own bed for an infinite amount of days. Hopefully Zayn will join me, because frankly, I don’t like being alone.

These past weeks, I have done a lot of imagining in my head. I know it’s cheesy, but every girl does it. We start to think about the ‘What if’s in a scenario. “What if he kisses me?”, “What if he is a bad kisser?”, “What if he wants to be my boyfriend?”, etc. I never used to think that, well, because I was never around boys. At one point, I even considered becoming a lesbian because I hated being around boys. But that’s another thing about Zayn. He isn’t a boy, he’s a man. A kind hearted man, who has some flaws, but isn’t afraid to wear his heart on his sleeve. We haven’t kissed since that night back in the institute, but I sure have thought about it almost every day. I’m not too sure why he hasn’t tried, but I’m okay with it. He has to be patient with me, and I will be patient with him.

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Hello again! I just wanted to let you guys know that I am bringing back the fan of the week thingy! Instead of once a week, every other week, I will choose a lucky fan who has commented/voted and I will write an imagine for them!