Anabelle [o.d]

#5

#5

"WHAT'S WRONG WITH him?" Louis asked bitterly from the couch he was lying on. Anabelle was sitting on the floor with a bowl of cold water on her side and a towel on Zayn's forehead.

"He's got really high fever"

"Why don't you just give him the pills, didn't you do that yesterday to Liam, Niall and Harry?" his neck was being twisted as he tried looking back at her.

"I did. It's still high"

"Well fix it then" Louis was very bitter towards her and demanding. He doesn't even ask for anything from her. He barely speaks to her. She tries to focus on the positive energy and her patience so she doesn't get angry at him. He's just sick; of course he'll be bitter about life.

"I'm trying" she replied calmly.

The heat of Zayn's forehead radiated through to the cold towel and warmed it. She was afraid that the water was going to start evaporating from all that heat. High fever was never good. It means that his immune system was fighting hard and was taking a toll on his body.

"This isn't working" she grunted - for the first time since she got here - and threw the towel and bowl of water into the sink, "I'm going to give you a cold shower"

After adjusting the cold water into the bathtub - in the bathroom that was downstairs, since Zayn didn't have enough energy in him to go all the way upstairs - she helped him up, while the rest of the boys stared at her and took him to the bathroom.

"I'm going to take off your clothes now" she explained, as she took his shirt off slowly, trying not to get the collar stuck in his head, then pulled his pants down, "The water is going to be cold okay? But you gotta stay in there love" she explained as Zayn absentmindedly nodded. She wasn't sure if he even was listening to her at all or was conscious of his surroundings. She helped him into the bath tub and his eyes opened wide as he yelped, nearly pulling her into the cold water as well.

"Shh, it's okay"

"It's cold" he shivered, "I'm cold"

"It's gonna get better, shh" she rubbed his scalp with her nails soothingly. She remembers how Scarlet used to sooth her this way whenever Anabelle was sick. Zayn had a tone body with random tattoos around. Anabelle wandered to her favourite tattoo. Probably the gun. That was a rad tattoo.

"I like the gun tattoo you've got" she tried distracting him by starting a conversation with him.

"Thank you, so does my fiancé" he explained as he closed his eyes.

"Where is she?"

"Tour" he sighed, "I wish she was here, but she's busy"

"It's okay; I'm here to help you"

"It's different when she's here"

"I know" Yes, she indeed did know the difference.

"I WANT PERRIE, please call h-her" Zayn shivered as Anabelle helped him out of the bathtub with a towel wrapped around his now-cold body. His hot temperature has decreased as he stayed in the ice-cold water for about fifteen minutes, shivering uncontrollably.

"Of course, let's get you changed and into bed" the brunette said. She felt sorry for him and the pain of the fever he was going through.

Having settled him at the edge of the bed - with Louis glaring obvious daggers at her back - she took his phone from the table and gave it to him, to dial his fiancé's number.

"What do you boys want for breakfast?" she sighed, tiredness seeping into her as she settled on the couch - where Harry pulled his legs closer to him, allowing her space to sit on.

"I don't feel like eating" Niall whined, "My throat hurts"

"Well you need to eat to take the medicine Niall" she explained closing her eyes a little.

"I don't want to eat either" Louis said - of course, bitterness in his tone. Anabelle was starting to wonder if she did something to irritate him. She tried being as nice as possible to them, as they kept whining.

"I'm making you all soup" she stood up abruptly, blood rushing to her forehead, as she held Harry's knee for support.

"You" Cough. "Alright?" Harry asked with concern. It was nice of him to bother about her really; having Louis being rude to her was decreasing her confidence.

"Yeah" she nodded and walked over to the kitchen, ignoring the groans coming from Niall and Louis. She heard them mumbling, damn soup again.

Well, of course she'll be making soup, they can barely keep anything in their stomach - or chew for all that matters.

"I'm sick babe, so sick. I think I'm going to die" Anabelle eavesdropped on Zayn's conversation with mere curiosity as she chopped the vegetables hastily - carefully trying not to cut her fingers. "Fever, cough, throat pain, no - yeah - Well Anabelle has been helping around. She's a nurse apparently. No babe she didn't hit on me" Cough, "I'll miss you. I really wish you were here. I love you. Bye" she turned towards him to find him putting a pillow over his face and drifting off to sleep with a slight smile on his charming face.

What love does to you, she thought to herself as she carried on chopping.

"CAN YOU AT least pretend that you want to have lunch with me Matty?" an irritated Claire asked, pushing her fringe backwards in frustration. The clouds had swept over in the sky covering the sun's rays of sunlight that Matty was enjoying. He turned his face from the clouds to an irritated Claire and apologized.

"I'm sorry, my head isn't in the game right now"

"It never is Matty, not since Anabelle"

"Please" he tried containing his voice, "Don't bring up her name like that"

"Like what?"

"With all the hate you can muster Claire. I know you don't like her, no need to show it"

Claire scoffed and turned away from Matty's blue eyes and scanned the menu in front of her. She has invited Matty for lunch in the café that was nearby to the hospital. He wasn't in the mood to go - or eat for all it matters. But she was persistent and he was forced to go.

It has been sunny for the past two days, while Matty was as gloomy as the clouds. He wanted it to rain. He wanted the sunshine to disappear. He hated the rays of sunlight. It reminded him of her clear face. It reminded him of pain.

"Hello, how may I help you?" a tall blonde male stood at their table with a notepad in hand as he smiled charmingly to Claire and Matty oblivious to Claire's irritation and Matty's depression.

"Water please" Matty recited.

"Seven up, with chicken club sandwich - aren't you going to eat anything?"

"I'm not hungry"

"Matty, you have a shift in an hour, please eat something"

"I'm not hungry Claire, Jesus, will you let it go?"

"Th-that would be all" Claire said, as her cheeks turned a hint of pink and her ears red. The waiter's smile was immediately wiped off his pale face as he glared at Matty. Without a word, the waiter nodded and walked away.

"Sorry Claire" Matty sighed, his hand brushing through his hair in habit to his obvious frustration.

"No - no Matty, forget it, I'm sorry I even asked you to lunch. Go cry about Anabelle all by yourself in the patient's room; let's see if that will help"

Matty groaned and sat in silence until the end of this god forsaken lunch.

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Hii guys, hope you like this chapter, it sounds like a filler, yeah, but I'm trying! Sorry if it's boring, thanks for reading though!

H