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He loses his voice: Zayn

Okay now were back to the normal series where your their girlfriend not zianourry fics anymore.

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Your p.o.v.

I was sitting in my bed watching t.v. when I got a text from Zayn. I immediately grabbed it to make sure everything was okay. I heard Zayn coughing in the middle of the night.

'Hey babes, I was sent home early because singing wasn't really going well for me. I'm in the living room'

Oh he's alright. Why didn't he just yell for me when he came in like he usually did? Well I guess I'll go down and see him. I slid off the bed and walked out of our room, turning off the lights, before heading down the hall to the living room.

Zayn was sitting on the couch his head leaned back and his eyes closed. His face was a little pale but other than that he looked alright.

"Hey baby you doing okay?" I asked, sitting down next to him.

He nodded, still keeping his eyes closed.

"So why did they send you home?" I asked. He hadn't specifically told me why. Then he pulled out his phone.

Humph. That's sort of rude. I asked him a question! Then my phone vibrated. Did he seriously just text me.

'I lost my voice'

Oh. That makes sense. That's why he didn't yell when he got home.

"Oh I'm sorry Z. I'll go get you some water," I said, feeling bad for thinking he was rude. I ran to the kitchen and got him a cough drop and a glass of cold water.

"Here you go," I said, handing them to him. He smiled and nodded, which I know meant thank you.

After taking a few large gulps of water and sucking on the cough drop, he was able to get a bit of his voice back.

"T-h-a-n-k-s," he rasped out each letter individually, trying to make it sound better. I winced, knowing how much it must hurt him.

"Don't talk Zayn, it'll just hurt you more. You can just text me if you need anything," I said, grabbing his hand in mine. He nodded quickly, which meant thank you.

"Let's just watch some t.v. now," I suggested. Zayn didn't make any sign of disagreement so I turned the t.v. on to the sci-fi channel, which was showing warehouse 13.

Zayn laid his head on my shoulder and cuddled up to me. I wrapped my arms around his heavily clothed body, figuring he must be cold.

After a while of watching, I figured Zayn must be getting thirsty again.

"You want some more wa-" I stopped when I saw that Zayn was fast asleep on my shoulder.

"Aw," I sighed. He's so cute when he sleeps.

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And yet another short fic. sigh. I think I've just lost all of my inspiration.