somebody to you || m.c

Chapter 28

I wake up feeling someones arms draped around my waist, snoring slightly  beside me. I adjust my eyes to the white room, squinting at the person who was sitting in front of me.

"G'morning," Zayn says with a smirk on his face. I rub my eyes, gently prying Michael's arms off me. 

"Hi," I say, yawning quietly and rubbing my eyes. I sit up in the bed, swinging my legs over the edge before tucking them underneath me, facing Zayn. "How long have you been awake?"

"I never went to sleep," He shrugs, leaning back in his chair. "How did you sleep?"

"Fine..." I mumble, glancing at the boy still fast asleep next to me.

"It sounded like it," He laughs quietly, and I furrow my eyebrows at him.

"What's that supposed to mean?" I ask.

"You mumbled his name in your sleep," He laughs, and I widen my eyes, swatting him lightly on the arm.

"Do not tell Michael about tha--"

"Don't tell Michael about what?" Michael asks, his eyes fluttering open and sitting up on the bed. 

"Uh, nothing," I say quietly, standing up and sitting in the other seat next to Michael's bed. 

"No seriously, what?" He asks, looking at me, and then Zayn, and back to me. 

"She said your name in her sleep," Zayn laugh's quietly.

"Zayn!"

"What? It's not that big a deal"

I huff, resting my head in my hands. 

"Hey, don't worry, babe. I'm sure I've mumbled your name in my sleep millions of times," Michael says, sitting upright in his hospital bed. I look at him, and he smiles sheepishly back at me. I take a deep breathe, before speaking again.

"I think we should talk, yeah?" I ask, and his smile turns into a frown, giving me a small nod.

"I guess," He mumbles, looking at Zayn as if telling him to leave. He gets the message, rising from his seat and walking out the door.

"So," He says. I bite my lip nervously, looking up at him.

"So," I reply, laughing nervously. "About us.. I don't know if it's a good idea that we get back together, you know what I mean? I just think that.. Oh fuck it," I say, rising from my chair and crashing my lips into Michael's. Our lips move in sync hungrily, remembering the way our lips have always moved in sync with each others. I haven't kissed him in so long, and man, I have missed kissing him.

I pull away, looking down at Michael who was smiling widely.

"I am still pissed at you, though. Don't think you're off the hook, but I can't live without you," I say, sitting on the edge of his bed. 

"I know, I promise to make it up to you. So.. Does that mean we're back together?" He asks excitedly. 

"I don't know.. Maybe," I say nervously.

"I don't deserve you," He says, grabbing my hand in his and intwining our fingers. "I promise that I will make this up to you. I will never ignore you and I will spend every second of every day with you  kissing you and cuddling you and buying you lots of pugs," He says, kissing my hand. 

"I don't know if that's such a good idea. I don't want to become one of those crazy cat ladies but instead of cats I will have pugs."

"You're too pretty to be a crazy cat lady," He laughs, ruffling up his hair.