"Hey," he whispers almost shyly, when he sees me leaning against the doorway, eyes fixed on him with every ounce of love I have in my body. The others notice my presence, and immediately vacate the room, giving us some privacy.
"How are you?" I ask, walking towards him and sitting on the chair beside his bed, where little Safaa had been perched on.
"Well... for starters, I am really really hungry." he jokes and I chuckle. But then, he gets serious again, "No, but seriously, I am okay. I feel much, much better."
"You are okay?" I breath out, then repeat it again and again and again, as if to finally let the reality sink in. I slump ack in the chair in relief, and whisper again, "You are okay."
Zayn nods, his hand finding mine. "I am okay." he says, and I kiss him then - rough and messy and wanting. I try to recall when was the last time we kissed like this, but come up blank. Maybe we have been too busy and stressed to really spend time together. Just us. But I missed this. His touch, his lips,.. his everything.
Zayn bites my lower lip, sucking on it and breaking me from my thoughts. I moan against his mouth. "Okay, we should stop." Zayn suddenly speaks, breaking away from me blushing deep red, "I am getting a bit too much excited, and fucking you in the hospital is not something I'd rather do."
I laugh, shaking my head half-fondly half-amused. "Marry me, Zayn." I whisper.
Zayn's head snaps towards me, eyes wide, mouth hanging open, "Wha -- Wait, are you serious?"
I nod. "I am serious. We are 18, Zayn. We will graduate from high school soon. And I.... if the cancer takes you life, I want you to be fully mine. Of course, only if you... want to?"
"Yes! Harry, Yes! I WILL marry you!" Zayn shouts, crying tears of joy. Like me.
We kiss again, this time sweetly, innocently - a kiss in its purest form, and when we break apart, I lay my head on his shoulder, savouring him.
"Wait, you are the girl of the relationship, everyone says. Shouldn't I be proposing you?" he teases.
"We are breaking stereotypes, then." I smirk.
He laughs and pulls me closer.
"Come here, Haz, I think we should practice our kissing for our wedding day."
[A/N : Dedicated to fantasylandinzee. I know, I know, I said I would dedicate a chapter to you earlier. But I wanted to dedicate a happy chapter, you know? And not a sad one. Hope you do/are doing well in your exams! ]
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Fanfictionzarry // completed I was young. I was naive. I was in love. We were happy.... But happy times never last forever. I should have known that. Because he said those three words that could either destroyed us, or could make us much stronger than before...
