it's you [malik]

thirty-six | anxiety

When I woke up the next morning Zayn was gone and the only thing that was left was my memories of him and everything that happened.

It was the second night in a row that we fell asleep together without having sex. Of course I miss it but I actually like talking to him too. It's nice to see that we're intellectually compatible not just sexually.

I stayed in my bed for an extra 15 minutes just remembering everything he said to me, the way he held me in his arms when I cried, how he listened to everything I told him.

I had to check in the trashcan for my soup container to confirm last night wasn't just some wild dream that stemmed from my feelings for him.

It was still there.

Since I was feeling a lot better I actually got dressed and even wanted throw on some makeup to get my day started.

While I was applying my foundation I heard my phone ring so I had to go across my room to answer it, continuing to dab my face with my beauty blender. I wanted it to be Zayn telling me why he left me this morning but, it was Niall.

Also, since when has Zayn ever called me with an exception of that night I was at the club? Never.

Last night is messing with my emotions far too much.

"Goodmorning babe." I say answering then putting it on speaker so I can go back to finishing my makeup.

"Good morning, beautiful. You must be feeling better." He comments.

"I am honestly. I think that night was just some one time sickness thing." I start. "And you wanted me to go to a doctor, ha."

It's actually kind of cute that he's so worried about me and wants me to see to a doctor but I wasn't going to go anyway. You couldn't pay me to sit in a doctors office.

"Well, I actually still do. On tour we have this medic so it's not and international person. We're actually on our way to your room right now."

What?

"Niall. Seriously?" I say on the edge of pissed off.

I don't need to see a fucking medic or doctor. I am literally fine, I was probably just hungry.

"For me. Please, baby. I just want to make sure you're okay." he said then I groaned.

He probably thinks I'm pregnant or something. Which, I am not. I am on birth control and I use condoms.

I hate to say it, but even if I was it probably wouldn't even be his. I am such a shitty person for thinking that oh my god.

"Whatever, Niall." I say then hang up the phone.

Yes, I know he just doing this because he loves me but I'm still pissed the hell off. Is it not the persons choice to go to a doctor? Not anyone else's.

See this is what Zayn was talking about when he said stop letting other people control your life.

I hear three hard knocks on the door and my stomach drops.

I open the door letting in my boyfriend and a lady that doesn't even look like a doctor because shes dressed in jeans and a t-shirt.

All I know is that she better not touch me.

"Hi nice to meet you I'm Allison." she said smiling brightly, extending her hand which I hesitantly took.

"Alana." I say shortly then sit on the bed next to Niall.

"So can you tell me how you were feeling yesterday. Any specific symptoms? Your boyfriend told me you feel fine today so that's good."

Oh so he can tell someone else I'm feeling fine and still not believe it himself?