Half A Heart {Sequel To Made In The USA}

Chapter 8: Don't Go

Quick A/N: this chapter will mostly be flashbacks and is just a short filler.

•Demi Lovato•

I sat on our bed, watching as he continued to gather his clothes into his luggage. "Zayn you've got to calm down. Right now she's where she needs to be. You can't get to her any faster than you already are."

He looked at me and sighed before shaking his head and continuing his packing. Since he got the call about his mom's health nearly a month ago, he's stop communicating with me. Does it hurt? Yes. But I figured he'd come around to talking to me again at some point. I just wished that the few words he's uttered to me since our last visit to England weren't that he was leaving Ivan and I until his mom was in a better state. I didn't want to be without him, especially when everything was just beginning to feel like it had been falling back in place. Of course that wouldn't change his mind though. He was angry and hurt and I understand why he wouldn't want to stay in the U.S with me. I had kept important information from him for longer than I had hoped and it blew up in my face.

"Zayn come eat. You've been sitting here for hours, you heard the doctors she'll take some time to recover after the surgery."

"I'm fine you guys go." I sighed before peaking his cheek and picking Ivan up from beside him and leaving with Doniya and the girls.

"Don't worry he'll come around. Just give him his time." Doniya lightly smiled as we walked down the empty white halls of the hospital.

"I know it just sucks to see him so upset." I sighed as we walked into the small cafe area and found a table to sit at. Waliyha went to order for us and took Safaa along with her.

"We know Dems. And none of us expected this to become a huge deal otherwise we would've called him when we first found out." Doniya said with a weak smile. I lightly smiled and nodded my head in agreement. I knew they wouldn't have kept this secret if they knew this would happen. None of us seen it coming and we only intended to keep the information from Zayn at his mother's request. I guess we all knew him well enough to know he'd react this way.

"She's gonna get better. She has the best doctors helping her and she's a fighter." Doniya said and I agreed. I knew Tricia wasn't going to stop fighting but I couldn't help but feel guilty about knowing just how long we all kept this from Zayn.

"Your flight doesn't leave for another couple of hours. Are you sure you're not hungry?" I attempted again to speak to him. Anything to kill the silence that filled the room.

"I'm fine." He mumbled and closed the luggage he had filled. I sighed and sat down at the edge of our bed, my back now facing him and my head hanging low.

"I know I fucked up Zayn but you have to believe me that if I knew how serious this was getting I would have told you sooner. I sw-"

"You didn't though Demi! You could have never known how bad this could go and that's why you should've told me as soon as she called that night!" Even if he was upset and yelling, finally hearing him speak to me felt like a blessing. I had barely heard his voice since he found out that I knew about his mother being sick, I missed hearing him.

"She asked me not to tell you Zayn. What was I supposed to do? Get you all worked up when we didn't know if it was a big deal yet?!"

"It was a big deal! She thought she had cancer and she does! I should have known about all of this before the surgeries and chemo!"

"I'm sorry! If I could change it all, I would. I just don't want you to shut me out."

"It's a little too late to change anything now. Her health is up in the air now. I don't know if tomorrow I'll have another day with her or I'll lose her, and you and my sisters had no right to take the past good months away from me." I could hear the pain in his voice and without having to look, I could see the tears in his eyes and it broke my heart to know I had played a role in hurting him this much. He was right I should have told him and I wish now more than ever that I did tell him back then. I turned to look at the broken man standing on the other side of the bed.