1D sickfics

Scared to go to doctor: Zayn

Okay here's the next one in the series.

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Your p.o.v.

"That's it, I'm taking you to the doctor," I said, finally taking charge of the matter.

"No do-," was all he got out before he erupted into another coughing fit. I frowned at him.

"Zayn you can't even get two words out," I sighed.

"Pleasedontmakemego," he said hurriedly, then started coughing, yet again.

"Okay, you're going to lose your voice. Just a second," I said, turning around and walking out of the living room, where Zayn was laying on the couch.

I grabbed a pad of paper and a pen from the dining room, bringing it back into the living room and handing it to Zayn.

"There, maybe you'll cough less if you aren't talking," I said, hoping I was right.

"I think if I don't talk I'll be fine," he wrote.

"We're still going to the doctor," I said, making Zayn bang his head against the back of the cough dramatically.

"Noooooo. Don't make me," he wrote.

"Why on earth not Zayn? You've been sick for almost 10 days now," I pointed out.

"I don't want to y/n," he scribbled. His handwriting was pretty awful, however I can read it just because I'm used to seeing it.

"That's not a good reason Zayn," I prodded.

"You'll laugh at me if I tell you," he wrote, not looking at me, but down at the paper.

"I promise I won't laugh, baby, please," I begged. What reason would he have for not wanting to go to the doctor and get better that would make me laugh at him.

"Hospitals and doctors and stuff scare me," he wrote finally, hanging his head.

I reached foreword and put my hand under his chin, lifting his face up and forcing him to look me in the eye.

"Zayn, that's nothing to be ashamed of," I said softly.

"I was sick a lot when I was little and now I just hate going to the doctor," he wrote, tears shining in his eyes.

"Aw, it's okay love, don't cry," I cooed, feeling bad for trying to make him do this.

I pulled him into a hug and rocked him back and forth in my arms for a while. I really think he should be better by now, but if he doesn't want to go this badly.

"Okay, how about this? I won't make you go to the doctor now, but you have to take medicine and sleep and drink water when I tell you to, no complaining. And if your not better in three more days, we're going," I compromised.

"Okay fine," he wrote.

"Good," I smiled, happy with myself.

"Now cuddle?" he wrote.

"Aww your so cute," i laughed, sitting down next to him and cuddling him to me.

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Should I make a separate book for one shots?