Stay With Me

Stay With Me: Part 10

Zayn’s POV

We arrived at the hospital 40 minutes after the ambulance had originally came to her house. The whole ride there they had been checking her heart beat and the baby’s. Both were doing fine and nothing dramatic happened.

[y/n] was taken to a private room because I requested the paramedics to do so. They laid her down on the bed and attached her to a heart monitor, afterwards the paramedics left. I noticed her hair was place incorrectly on her head so I held her hand and sorted it out for her because I know how much she hates having messy hair. I then sat down, not letting go of her hand but squeezing a little harder on it.

1 hour had passed and I realised I had just been holding her hand and staring at her hoping that at any moment she will wake up so I can tell her how much I love her and that I will never leave her. It never happened. The boys, except Liam who arrived 10 minutes after me in the ambulance, had arrived half an hour earlier to see how I was coping and then they left to the small cafe as requested by Niall.

Liam’s POV

Zayn had been in the hospital room with [y/n] for 30 minutes by himself so I told the boys I would go join him to keep him company and whisper comforting words to him.

I arrived at [y/n]’s room and stood outside the door watching through the window. Zayn was holding her hand in both his hands and pulled it towards his lips and kissed her knuckles gently as a tear rolled down his cheek. His lips mouthed the words ‘I’m sorry...’ and he walked towards the door but I got in his way as I walked in.

‘Zayn! Don’t leave her again.’ I told him.

‘Liam just don’t. I can’t handle seeing her like this. I just want to disappear and forget about her.’ Zayn warned me.

‘Zayn, if you love her you would stay with her through thick and thin. And just imagine that the next time she’s here, lying in a bed similar to this one, she could be pushing out YOUR baby, welcoming YOUR baby to the world and into your life. It will change your life forever. For the better.’ I reminded him.

‘Liam...thank you!’ Zayn said to me as he smiled and walked off.

‘Zayn, where are you going?’ I asked curious to whether he was still leaving or not.

‘Jeez, man! Chill ya beans! I’m going to the toilet!’ Zayn said almost laughing.

I smiled and turned around back to [y/n]’s room to take Zayn’s place on the chair next to her bed.

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