Zayn’s pov; Everyone kind of cleared out so now it was just me and Joyce. We were still in the lobby of the hotel just sitting on one of the couches talking. She said she was getting tired so I gave her a piggy back ride to the hotel room. Bumping up and down and running, making funny noises anything to make her laugh. I loved her laugh.
“Here you go ma’am. Your room awaits you.” I gestured towards the door. She stepped inside and belly flopped onto the bed.
“My back hurts. I think I’m going to go to sleep okay baby?” Her puppy dog eyes looking deeply into mine.
“Yeah, go get changed and I’ll fix up the bed for you.” She grabbed her pajamas and kissed me on the cheek.
“Thanks, you’re the best.”
“I know, I know.” When she came out of the bathroom, she had her make up washed off, her hair was up in a sloppy bun, and her baggy sweatpants were snugged to her waist while her shirt was a little bit about it. So I could see her hips. She wasn’t to skinny, and she definitely wasn’t fat. She was perfect, everything I ever wanted. She laid down and I crawled in next to her and started rubbing her back. I noticed her breathing was slowing down so I reached over and looked at her. She was fast asleep. I grabbed my hotel key, and went over to Paul’s room.
“Zayn, what are you doing awake? Where’s Joyce?”
“She’s sleeping. But she’s having back pain so can you come with me to the store to get her medicine and some roses and chocolates for when she wakes up. I really think I’m in love with her, and I want to do everything I can to stay with her.”
“Yeah, sure. Let me just put on pants.” I hadn’t even noticed that Paul was in his boxers before he said that. Now it was kind of weird.
He got changed and came out,
“Ready?”
“Yeah, lets go.” We drove through the town, got her favorite cream for her coffee, and some red roses. On our way back to the hotel my phone started buzzing in my pocket.
“Zayn! Zayn where are you?!”
“Joyce, I’m on my way back to the hotel, me and Paul just had to run out real quick. What’s the matter is everything okay?”
“Yeah, I was just worried because I didn’t know where- oooooowww. Oooooowww, Zayn. My back!”
“What’s wrong with your back? Does it really hurt that bad?!”
“Yes, I can’t move. Get back here. I’m scared!”
“I’m pulling into the parking lot now. Just stay where you are!”
“Obviously I have to, I just said I couldn’t move!”
I ran up the stairs and into the hotel room. Joyce was laying on the bed looking straight at the wall.
“Joyce, are you okay? Can I try and help you move?”
“yes, let try to move. It hurts so bad.” I picked her up, and tried getting her up. She sat up and looked fine, but than she started crying and layed back down.
“I need to go to the hospital. Now. “
“Do you want me to call you a ambulance? Or do you want me and Paul to drive you?”
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Joyce pov; Zayn was the most adorable guy ever. When we just sat on the couch and talked, he was cracking jokes and being so funny. And when I told him I was tired, he gave me a piggy back ride up to the room pretending to be superman and a airplane. He was such a little kid at heart. My back started hurting really bad, so I decided to go to sleep. I fell asleep to Zayn rubbing my back. It felt really nice knowing that someone actually cared.
My back pain was really bad that I woke up around 1. I turned around in bed expecting to see Zayn laying next to me, but all I saw was a pillow.
“Zayn, are you in the bathroom!” No reply. I was starting to panic so I called his cell phone.
Please pick up. Please pick up.
“Hello?”
“Zayn! Zayn where are you?!”
“Joyce, I’m on my way back to the hotel, me and Paul just had to run out real quick. What’s the matter is everything okay?”
“Yeah, I was just worried because I didn’t know where- oooooowww. Oooooowww, Zayn. My back!”
“What’s wrong with your back? Does it really hurt that bad?!”
“Yes, I can’t move. Get back here. I’m scared!”
My back was seriously getting on my nerves. Now I can’t move? Great. I heard Zayn running up the stairs to come get me. He came in the room , flowers in his hand and everything. He tried sitting me up but it hurt to stay up. I told him I needed to go to the hospital, but was it really that bad?
The answer is yes. I needed Zayn to carry me to the bathroom because it hurt to walk.
I heard the sirens outside and they came inside and carried me out on a stretcher….
