Room 202 (Zayn Malik Fanfic)

Chapter 6: Blast To The Past

There he was. Lucas. He was my ex-boyfriend from freshman year in college. Also, he was my first boyfriend, and well my first everything. We dated for six months and we were happy together. So I thought. He ended up cheating on me when he left for a week to California. He was so drunk he posted a picture of him and a blonde girl sucking each other’s faces off at some party.  I was devastated. He was my everything and was honestly the definition of a perfect guy. He could sing and play guitar just like I can, but he could act too. That was the main reason he got into the Art Academy. Also, that was the main reason why people believed him so easily. He was so talented, which in my case wasn't a good thing. Just when I thought I tossed him out of my life forever, there he was.

"What are you doing here?" Was all I could ask.

"I came to find you and apologize, Emily." he said taking a step towards me, and as if on cue I took a step backwards.

"Why? Why do you care? You honestly think I am going to forgive you for cheating?! You're on crack if you really think I am," I told him angrily. I didn't exactly know what to say. I wasn't prepared for this.

"Emily, I still care about you. Even if you don't, I do. I know I did some wrong things, but please just let me make it up to you. How about over dinner? Tomorrow night?" He said nervously. I had a hard time telling whether he was lying or not. He seemed sincere and really I didn't have anything to lose, except for the boys. But they would understand right? This would just be for proper closer. They'd be okay with it. Zayn would understand right? That it wasn’t a real date. I stood there for a moment, thinking it through.

"Okay I'll go to dinner with you, on one condition." I said.

"Sure anything for you," He said sweetly.

"It's just a dinner, nothing more. It is not a date," I warned. He raised his hands in surrender. 

“You have my word. I'll pick you up at 6 then," he smirked. I nodded hesitantly thinking about what I just got myself into. I handed him a piece of paper that displayed the address for the hotel.

"See you tomorrow then," he said. Smiling, I waved and headed back to Liam and Zayn. They are going to kill me if they find out what just happened. They hate Lucas, maybe even more than I do. I jumped into the car to see Zayn still in massive pain. 

"What was that about?" Liam asked. I couldn’t tell them, not yet.

"Nothing just thought I saw something." I lied. He nodded then drove us to the nearest hospital. We drove up and slowly led Zayn inside. We sat in the waiting room until his name was called.

"Zayn. Zayn Malik," a young woman called out. We helped Zayn walk into one of the rooms, 202. That reminds me of when Zayn and I first met. We met in room 202 (the music room). I always smile at the thought of the day when we first met. The young woman examined his stomach then took a step out for a moment. We sat there in silence, waiting again for her arrival. She walked in with a clipboard in her hand and started explaining to us what was going on. 

"Well to what I can see, he will be just fine. He has some internal bruises and a broken rib, but that could be fixed easily. I'll just need to wrap gauze around his stomach to properly get it back to stability. Also, he will need to take this medication twice everyday for the next week and use crutches that we will provide for him," We were relieved. He would be just fine. She handed me the medication and headed toward the door.

Thank you so much," I called out to her. She nodded and walked out.

"How are you feeling?" I asked him.

"I'm fine, like I said I'd be," He said smiling up at me. I caressed his cheek. His sweet smile always reassured me that everything would be okay. I realized I was losing myself in his eyes when Liam interrupted.

"Yeah excuse me love birds, we can go now," We both looked up at Liam and saw him holding up the crutches. I let my hand fall from Zayn's face and felt my cheeks burn red. Zayn's face turned a bright pink. He was blushing? Interesting...

Zayn reached out for the crutches and hopped his way to the car. I helped him slide in and sat in the back with him while Liam drove us back to the hotel.

Zayn's POV

We got back to the hotel and went straight into our room.

"Hey Zayn, you're okay!" I was greeted by Harry, Niall, and Louis.

"Do you need help changing?" Emily asked. I nodded and she led me to her room to change. I sat on her bed and waited for her to come back with my sweats and T-shirt. I started taking off my shirt and realized I was stuck. I heard Emily giggling.

"Need help there?" She asked. I nodded, feeling my cheeks heat up. Thank God my face was hidden from embarrassment. I felt her tug my shirt off over my head, letting me free from imprisonment.

"Thanks," I said shyly. She helped me pull over my blue T-shirt. "Mmm could you help me take off my pants?" I asked awkwardly. Her face turned a bright pink as she hesitated. She looked so adorable when she blushed.

"Sure," she sat down next to me slowly pulled my pants off. The air felt a bit awkward, but I tried hard to keep my cool. I stood up on my crutches as she pulled up my sweats. Slowly standing up, she starred up at me and smile.

"Okay, finished. You should sleep in the bed since the doctor said you needed to sleep on something sturdy until you were healed," she said to me. Before I could protest, Harry walked in.

"Hey Zayn, how are you feeling?" he asked putting a hand on my shoulder. 

"I'm doing fine, really. Don't worry, soon I'll be all better," I said gladly as I sat on the bed.

"Okay well if you need anything just call out for one of us," he said. I loved my boys. They always took care of me, and well we always took care of each other. I nodded and turned back to see Emily already in her light blue sweat shorts and a T-shirt. Harry left, leaving me and Em by ourselves.

"Zayn, can I tell you something?" Emily said as she looked down at her hands. I felt my heart speed up. I've seen this in movies. Is she going to tell me she liked me?

"Sure," I said with a crooked smile.

"You know how I told you I heard something at the other end of the bridge? Well it was Lucas. He found me to apologize and asked me to dinner tomorrow night," She said nervously. Leave it to movies to disappoint me. I could tell she was trying hard to avoid eye contact. I cleared my throat.

"Well what did you tell him?" I asked. I hated Lucas for hurting Emily and I'll never forgive him for that.

"I said yes," she answered. Is it possible that my heart just sunk? I couldn’t believe she would agree to that arse! He doesn't deserve her, and he never will, but I couldn't find the confidence to tell her that.

"Oh." Was all that escaped my lips.

"Are you okay with it?" She tried looking at me, but now I was the one avoiding eye contact.

"Yeah it is. You don't need to ask for permission. You're an adult Em," I said sternly. I think I made it sound harsher than I intended. She looked to her watch.

"Okay well thanks. We should go to bed it's almost one," she said. She climbed into her side of the bed and lied under the covers.

"Goodnight Em," I said to her as I turned off the light and lied next to her. 

"Goodnight," she said, then fell asleep soundly.

I couldn’t believe he was back. I felt tears form in my eyes at the thought of losing her to some low-life that doesn't love her. Not as much as I did at least. All I could do now was sleep. Sleep and dream of my life without Emily. If that is even possible.