Hope [Harry Styles & Zayn Malik]

9. Try

The first blush of the morning waltzing pass the white curtains directly into my face awakes me from my slumber.

Lamentation heavy on my shoulders,like every morning I wake up to weep.

I catch a glimpse of something red from the right,on the cupboard aside my bed. A beautiful bouquet of red naomi roses.There's a tiny, white card with pink boarders,  attached to the red ribbon, the bouquet is tied with. 

Dear Ms.Samuels,

my greatest apologies for running out suddenly last night.
I am widely dismayed for the adversity you are faced with.
Please accept my way of apology.
Take good care of yourself.

Everything comes to a good end.

                     ~Zayn Malik~

"Everything comes to a good end" I keep saying it to myself on repeat. It will be my mantra. It is very sweet of him to send roses to someone who he barely knows. For the first time, since the accident my first smile sweeps into my face. He's not bad for a very popular celebrity I guess.

Apparently the wounds have kept me from removing several days grins, so I decide to take a shower before breakfast.

Carefully without letting my face and left hand get wet to prevent further deterioration, I squirt some vanilla scented showergel onto the exfoliater and rub it slowly over the expanse of my body. I remember one of the many times Harry washed me, using his heavenly hands everywhere, rubbing and teasing me. I miss raking my fingers through his damp fallen curls on the forhead and the unruly mop of tangled hair on top of his head,drawing faces on his chest with shaving cream and dancing in the shower with him.

Missing his company is the worst thing I can experience. I pray to all almighty spirits to put everything back to normal in a matter of few days. The idea of living with his absence was my worst nightmare and now it has become real,too real, that I fear he'll never wake up.

No, no, he will wake up . He will wake up to see your inhuman face. my subconscious decides to strike in the worst moment.

After the refreshing shower I dry myself carefully and slip into a pair of black skinny jeans and a white baggy shirt with a huge dreamcatcher printed on to it,mom brought for me the day before. The gifted roses are now put into a glass vase three quarter filled with water and placed on the cupboard next to my bed.

I realize Harry wouldn't wake up very soon, after a maximum of another four weeks is expected, if not when would be unpredictable, as the doctors say he had lost a great amount of blood and till then I have time to reconstruct atleast an inch of my face. But the only nagging question is, if he wake up any sooner, granting my wish, will he accept me with my barely human face? Hadley tells me, more like promises me that he wouldn't ever do that even if I was disabled and pooped on my pants. But my overthinking spirit doesnt want to take a break and think any positive. He is someone who deserves so much better than me. If the quote is "Nobody's perfect." then Harry should be named as Nobody. I'm a girl who just stepped into a doctorate while he's the son of a money plant. Money has never been a problem to me, but I know how he's parents are pushing him into marrying the money tree's daughter.

I try to busy myself with a novel Rose borrowed from the hospital's library,but it's all a try, not that I actually read it. I try to think of something that doesnt lead to Harry, but as might be expected even the sheets of the bed or the door or the tiny red carpet laying on the white tiled floor takes me back to when Harry tried to put sheets to the bed back in our apartment, but ended up twisted and tangled to them, when he closed the door on his finger and ran around the living room trying to deal with the pain, when he purposely slipped on the carpet and landed head first to act dead for five long minutes getting the better of my stupidity and emotions.