Poor. [ZM AU] IIII

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four hours later my sisters and mother leave me alone to rest. i was meant to show more sadness in my goodbyes as they left my ward but i was most desperate to talk to the nurse who was talking the barbie. i become her over as soon as my family have left the room. it would be awkward to question her in front of him. my sisters and mother would get the wrong idea, getting the absurd thought that i was more then curious to know why she was staring at me. they'd think something crazy as in me fancying her. hell no!

"hey, hi so basically you know that blonde girl that you were talking to earlier outside his room, yeah? who is she and what did she want?" i instantly sprung the questions that were eating me alive to the timid who blinked a few times as if she was not expecting me to ask her this sort of a question, before she cleared her throat to answer.

"um that was miss adams, she was actually wanting to see you but not talk to you. that was her exact words. i know it's a bit strange, but i didn't question it, sir. she claims that she was the one who called the ambulance after some hit and run driver knocked you over on a road?" oh that little bitch. she lied!

"did she say anything about coming back?" i curiously ask.

"yes, later on today she said after her date with some boyfriend, which i zoned out a bit when she was going into detail about that, sorry sir." the nurse tells me in a sad tone as if i gave a crap about her boyfriend and her date. hell nah. i'm just dreading seeing her again. i'll just poke her eyes out with my new crutches. i just hate how curious i am about the whole damn situation! humans are prone to being nosey yanno.

urgh why does she have to come back for?

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before i could stop fate from letting shit happen, i close my eyes after a few minutes, maybe half an hour nap, and there she was hovering over my bed. i thought i must defiantly be having a physcopathic nightmare! when my eyes flutter open she screams and takes a step back. i scream as well because she looks like a ghost without all that shit on her face (but still pretty). (not that i just complimented her r anything because i'm nice, she's stunning but a complete bitch).

"i-i thought you were dead!" she gasps clutching over her heart area and i narrow my eyes at her as if i'm trying to send daggers into her soul. evil but hey ho.

"and i'm sure you would've loved it if i was. why are you even here?" i snapped at her.

she paused to think about this answer, "uh. i guess i felt slightly guilty and i told my father about it and he said i behaved irrationally so i would be deducted some of my pocket money if i don't see you." oh, well that makes sense.

"you can go now then, you've seen me. i'm alive." i replied bluntly, tearing my eyes away from her and tried to figure out if the treatment i've received is free or not or else i will be hating myself so much if my mum has to pay a lot for this shit. almost as much as i hate this blonde.

"what's your name anyway?" she questions me randomly and i raise my eyebrow at her with a confused expression clear on my face.

"why do you care; i thought you wanted me to and i quote 'please don't try and associate with me'?" i repeat her cold rude ass words that would sting any other person's emotions that aren't me.

frankly i couldn't give a shit.

"don't be a douche, just tell me your name. i'm trying to be nice!" she groaned in frustration, and the idea of her being nice really made me hysterically burst out laughing. oh god so amusing.

she narrows her eyes at me as if she's giving me a dirty look now i decide i should play nice, "zayn malik."

"okay, i'm penelope adams."

"i didn't ask because i don't care about your name." i smile at her sweetly and she gives me a fake smile back before leaving the room in a abrupt quick manner. clearly she gets offended fast.


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she was back though, i knew she would be. they always come back. yeah, i've had my fair amount of girlfriends in the past but just recently nobody seems to to make my solider stand tall and proud. think life has got in the way, nobody has time for relationships. well i certainly don't.

"my fucking car died on me, i'm stuck here until the morning. my dad said it's karma." her dad actually seems pretty cool despite him being my mother's boss who works her to the max and beyond.

"shame." i reply, flicking through the channels on the television screen. there was nothing but sad soppy heartbreak movies, probably all created by taylor swift. i was getting tired anyway. it had been a long eventful day.

"why are you such a twat?"

"bet you ask yourself that everyday."

she sighs and runs a hand through her curled thick hair before perching down on my ward bed causing me to let out a shriek as she sits down on my fucking bad leg. how can one be so blind. she shoots up to her feet looking alarmed as i'm in pain.

"WHY WOULD YOU SIT THERE WHEN THERE IS A ARMCHAIR RIGHT NEXT TO THE BED FOR CRYING OUT LOUD?!" i exclaim throughout my agony.

she looks sheepish but i can see the small smirk playing on her her curvy pouty type lips. god so annoying. but so hot.

"oops, my bad." the bitch knew what she was doing, she wants me to go to hell that's it basically.

i closed my eyes and held my anger inside so i wouldn't rage at her. maybe when i opened my eyes this nightmare would be over and she would be gone.

that hope didn't work though. she was still there when i woke up the next morning, or well a few hours later at two am. she was there typing away with her bright phone light shining on her face. she was giggling now and again, in that high pitched noise that would make any other guy who was not me think she's super cute. urgh.

"can you go to another ward and bother someone else?" i yawned, rubbing my eyes as her light was now blinding me when she held the phone near me to see if i was awake. i winced slightly.

"listen, i haven't complained when you were snoring or talking about some natalia in your sleep, so you stop complaining as well." oh shit. had i really been talking about her; again? i thought i had stopped. i was glad i was in the dark because my face was heating up with embarrassment and also shame. but because of my lack of rude remarks, penelope noticed something was up and her being the nosey arse she is, started her inquiry.

"is that your girlfriend?" i refused to answer because she doesn't need to know anything more about me. she can know my name but never my story. "ex?" nope not gonna crack. "are you obsessed with her even though you've broken up?" ha. not saying a word. "did she cheat on you?" nope she'd never do that. "did you love her?" well... "do you still love her?" i glared at her hoping that she would drop the subject. instead it only encouraged her to continue.

"what happened, just tell me and i'll drop it-"

"-i loved her, she loved me, she died taking my heart with her okay, the fucking end! you happy now?!?!" i suddenly burst out the words before i could stop them.

we were stunned to silence.

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