Good Years || ziam au✔️

t h i r t y - t w o || almost

The next day
July 24th, 2019
Wednesday morning
3.56 A.M.
Bellevue Hospital Center

Zayn jolted awake when he heard something crash in the room. It sounded like glass shattered on the floor. He groaned as he sat up, cracking his neck that was located in a weird position before fluttering his tired eyes open. His brows narrowed and he looked towards Liam's bed, spotting a figure sitting up. The heart monitor was going crazy. He didn't know whether he was seeing things because his vision was still blurry or if it was true, but he felt like he couldn't really move.

"Z- Zayn?" A familiar, groggy voice whispered.

Zayn's eyes widened. He instantly reached towards the nightstand when he got the strength and turned on the lights, wanting to know if it was true. But as soon as the room was dimly lit, all he saw was his husband's lifeless body laying on the bed, still in a coma.

A heavy sigh left his lips as he realized he just imagined it again, facepalming himself and pinching the bridge of his nose frustratingly. Confusion suddenly washed over him as he noticed a broken glass of water splattered on the ground next to Liam's bed.

Did he do that?

Zayn glanced back up at Liam, staring at him for a good five minutes before shaking his head. Zayn's must've accidentally kicked against the nightstand and caused it to fall over. He kneeled down and started picking up the big pieces.

Earlier he had decided to stay the night just incase Liam might wake up. After the other day's occurring and Liam almost becoming conscious, he didn't want to miss when his husband would finally wake up. The twins were picked up by Louis and Harry who gladly took care of them while Zayn stayed the night.

The dark haired beauty threw the pieces of glass into one of the bins before picking up a towel and drying the water off the floor. He licked his lips, throwing the towel into the dirty clothes bin and sat back down on his chair. He pulled his legs back up and wrapped his arms around them, watching over Liam's body once again.

"Remember when," Zayn started, inhaling a deep breath, "remember when we first met?" He asked, looking up at Liam's face. "It was two-thousand-eight, I was in McDonalds with my sisters and you suddenly walked up to our table. I was so shy because I had never seen such a cute boy in my life." He chuckled to himself, his gaze moving down to his lap. "You complimented my drawing and we somehow had this- this weird connection. I knew, from that moment on, that you would have a special place, a special- a special meaning in my life. At the time, I was still confused about my sexuality. But you- you somehow changed that confusion. When we got together in the band and we became inseparable, I knew I had strong feelings for you. You didn't feel the same way at the time and I completely accepted that. I was just glad that you were my best friend. You still are. And I am-" Zayn had to stop himself. His eyes filled with tears and his heart was beating heavy in his chest. He sniffled. "I'm grateful to call you my best friend, my husband, the father of our children and- and the love of my life. Throughout these eleven years we've struggled together. You- you taught me so much." His voice cracked and he tried hard not to release a sob.

"I miss you so much." Zayn wiped his eyes and looked at him. "Please don't leave me." He begged, leaning over and grabbed his lover's hand. "Please." His voice barely reached a whisper, his breath shaking as he exhaled.

"I- I need you Liam. I can't bare to lose you. I just- I can't. You mean everything to me. I can't do this without you. Please wake up." Tears were streaming down Zayn's cheeks, his hands gently squeezing at Liam's. He knew begging wasn't going to get him far, yet he desperately hoped that the brunet could hear him. People did say that a person in a coma can hear everything everyone says, so he hoped that he could hear him.

Zayn got up from his chair and stepped closer to Liam's bed. He pushed his curls back that grew a little longer over the months and leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead. "I love you." He whispered softly, resting his own against Liam's before pulling away.

He let go of Liam's hand and slowly headed towards the door. He dried his eyes with the sleeve of Liam's sweatshirt and exited the room, deciding to head to one of the vending machines down the hall. He greeted some of the nurses that had the nightshift as well as some of the doctors. Even a few patients who were awake and roaming the hall.

He didn't realize though that after he left and the door closed, Liam's heart monitor really did start to pick up its pace.