Our Love (Zayn Malik AU: Sequel to Our Story)

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SECOND CHAPTER OF "AMERICAN DREAM" IS UP! CHECK IT OUT!

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News like this would make a person so happy. It would feel as if the gates of heaven have opened up for them. But with Zayn, it was a whole different story.

He should have been happy about the news he just heard, but he couldn’t. He couldn’t because if it wasn’t for that news in the first place, their lives would have been so different and so much better.

Getting in his car, he wasn’t sure if this news would make Gracie return to normal again. In the condition she’s in, he’s not sure anything would make her normal again.

He’s not sure whether she’ll actually believe him or not. He sighed as he took his phone out of his pocket and turned it on, only to be surprised by the numerous messages Niall had sent him.

“What the hell?” He murmured as he dialed Niall’s number, too lazy to read all the messages.

“Zayn!”

“Niall, don’t!” Harry’s voice was heard from the other side, making Zayn more confused.

“Hey Ni, what’s up? Why all the messages?”

“Zayn, I tried but I couldn’t. He wouldn’t listen to me and they tried to make me not tell you but I just can’t. I’m so sorry. I tried to stop him.”

“Stop who?!”

“Louis.”

And at that moment, it all clicked in Zayn’s head as he remembered their conversation the other day.

“Fucking hell!” He shouted as he made a sharp U-turn and headed to the rehabilitation center, driving faster than what was legal.

“Sorry, this number is not available right now, please leave a messa—“

“Dammit!” He yelled as he threw his phone on the floor of the car and sped up even more. “You fucking idiot!”

In what was supposed to be 30 minutes, Zayn got to the institution in only 10 minutes. Not caring whether he parked right or even locked his car, he immediately ran inside the building the moment he saw Louis’ car in the parking lot.

“Mr. Malik?!” A nurse spoke as Zayn ran past her to Gracie’s room, quickly opening the door.

“Louis!”

Inside the room, Louis and Gracie were sitting on the couch, while Louis held the pillow in his hands.

Gracie looked at Zayn and smiled. “Baby.” She repeated for the thousand time in the past month she’s been like this.

Zayn was frozen by the door as he looked at Louis. “Louis, please don’t.”

He ignored him as he looked at Gracie. “Grace, can I show you something with the baby?”

Gracie looked at Louis and smiled. “Baby.”

He slowly took the pillow out of the blankets and held it right in front of her. “Gracie, Love, this is a pillow. It’s not a baby.”

Furrowing her eyebrows, she shook her head, even though she knew deep down that what was in front of her was far from a baby. “No. Baby.”

“Gracie, please don’t make this hard.”

“Louis, stop.” Zayn demanded.

“Zayn, unlike you, I’m trying to make her better. Now Gracie, look at the pillow. It doesn’t have a face, it doesn’t have a heart or hands or legs. It has nothing.”