Saving You, Zayn Malik

AUTHORS NOTE: okay hi. the first couple chapters SUCK but i think it gets better more into the story c: SO DONT GIVE UP ON ME BABY

im sorry.

OH AND I APPLUAD YOU FOR READING.

Chapter one ~

I stood out side the bus stop, waiting for my evening bus to take me to from Florida, straight to Chicago, Illinois. I had someone I needed to see there. I spotted two men walking down the road, and I could hear them bickering.

“It won't happen again, okay? She kissed me.” One of them said. I recognized his voice but couldn't quite recall it.

“It shouldn't have ever happened.” This man was unfamiliar, but his voice was hard and angry.

I heard the familiar man scream first. It sounded like he was begging the other man not to do something. His short lived cries filled the streets.

A gun shot echoed the street, and I watched as one of the men ran while the other fell helplessly on the ground. I quickly ran over to him. His breathing was heavy, and his back was arched over, cradling his body.

“Oh my god, are you okay? I'm calling the police.” I fumbled for my phone, and dialed 911, holding the strangers hand. “The ambulance will be here soon, you're going to be okay.” The man finally looked up to me, and I realized I was staring into the eyes of Zayn Malik. The beautiful, mesmerizing, brown eyes of the famous Zayn Malik.

“Holy shit. Zayn?” My voice wavered. I've been fans of One Direction since X-Factor, and now I was holding onto Zayn's arm as he battled for life. He gave a small grunt as a yes.

I heard the sirens reel in closer. Zayn held my hand as tears streamed down his face.

“Whats your name?” He whispered in pain.

“Julie.” I answered, trying to keep my voice still.

He gave a small smile and squeezed my hand. The ambulance rolled up, its lights illuminating the dark street. He was quickly pulled into the back, paramedics tending to his wound.

“Let her come with me.” I heard him softly say, his eyes closed taking in the pain. I jumped on the bus and placed myself next to Zayn's side.

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The hospital smelled of latex gloves and hand sanitizer. The room Zayn was giving was large and white, and it was clear it was made for many visitors. Zayn hadn't woken up since he arrived at the hospital, and I knew his injury was bad. I waited for hours as he went through three separate surgeries, and until he was assigned a room.

On our way to the hospital Zayn told me he wanted me to stay with him. On the ambulance he held my hand, and never let go. He didn't know me or anything about me or than my name, but it seemed he trusted and like me enough to stay with him.

The rest of the band members arrived shortly after Zayn finished surgery. Harry, Niall, Liam, and Louis all stood beside Zayn. I let them be and sat on the sofa, watching as each boy held Zayn's hand, whispering, more to themselves rather Zayn, that he would be okay. Their friendship's were absolutely amazing. It awed me how close they were to each other, and how much they relied on each other. If Zayn died, these boys would not only be completely devasted, but would lose a huge part of themselves.

“You alright?” Liam asked, walking over to where I was sitting. "You look deep in thought."

“I guess..” Liam gazed at me, his eyes red. He crouched over, and laying his head in his hands. The other boys joined us all on the couch, and I explained the story of what happened.

It was weird talking to the boys like this. Like I had known them forever, but this was the first time I had actually ever spoken to them. And it was weird how friendly they were, how open.

“Why am I here? Why did Zayn ask me to stay so long? Wouldn't he rather be with people he loved and knew?” I asked, my hands still trembling.

The boys exchanged glances, all waiting for the others to speak.

“Zayn has this thing, where if someone helps him, in any way; big or small, he always repays them. And I guess, sinc you kinda saved him from dying, he wants you around, and he needs to show you how thankful he is..” Harry spoke, his voice was rough, from crying. “And if he wants you here, we want you here.” He gave me a small smile.

“Thank you.” Louis said, his blue eyes holding mine. The other boys said it as well and I smiled as they all jumped on me for a large group hug.

I smiled to myself, hugging each of the tired, and sad boys back. They were just as flawless in person. They were so easy to get along with, even during their worst of moods. I realized that they were much more than singers.

That night not only saved my life forever, but also saved it.