Give Me Love (A Zayn Malik Fan Fiction)

Chapter Fourteen - Headlines

Zayn’s perspective:

I was so confused. I stared at the door and hoped that she would come back but she didn’t. After Jessica left the cabin I sat on her bed thinking about everything.

When I was with Jesse, my world was shining again. Now that she was gone, in my eyes; the world was gray. I didn’t know what to do. I still wanted her of course and then she… she was pregnant? Having Jesse in my life would be worth it. Or would it? On one side stood Jessica alone. I could be with her and our child but then i would loose my career, my best friends and so many people out there would hate me.

I didn’t care. I was going to find Jesse. But how? Frankly, all I knew about her was her name. I didn’t even know her birthday. The first chance i had was to go town and hope that she hadn’t left the station yet.

I finally stood up. I grabbed Jesse’s guitar that she actually forgot. I ran through the camp and i wasn’t going to look back. I pasted Mr. and Mrs. Howard’s office and ran through the parking-lot. I called a cab but continued my journey down the road. I was in a hurry; I needed to get to the town before Jesse found a train.

The cab arrived to the station and I ran out. Looking up on the board in front of the little house I saw that the latest train left 5 minutes ago towards Manchester. Jesse was no where to be find so I guess she caught it. I sat down on the bench and placed my face in my hands. Tears escaped my eyes. I was crying so much that I was shaking. What would you do if you lost someone you loved? Not knowing if you’ll ever find her?

“Imagine a world without me, say you’re falling apart.”

Those where the words Jesse sung the first time I heard her sing in the meadow. Yes, Jesse I’m falling apart without you.

People were always going to tell me that having a relationship with Jesse and having a family with her at my age would be wrong. But a life without her would also be wrong. I wouldn’t be able to control myself without her. I could see the headlines already.

Jesse’s perspective:

I slowly opened my eyes to see my mother.

“Jessica!” She exclaimed and hugged me. Apart from her in the room was a doctor.

“Do you remember what happened?” Mum asked me and I nodded silently. I remembered that it had been raining all night and it was ice on the cold October-morning road. The wheels on my bike slipped, I fell and then a car came…

I felt pain in my legs and I remembered them being crushed under the car. Other then that I felt fine but I wasn’t the only one living in my body.

“Mum!?” I cried out in desperation, tears already falling from my eyes. I could see the answer in their face.

“I’m so sorry Jessica.” She said and knelt down by my bed. The doctor told me the very sad truth and mum hugged me tight as I cried all the tears I possibly could.

A week later:

I stared up in the roof. I’ve been staring at roofs for a long time. My life was over, my legs were crushed. But who needs legs when you don’t have any friends? Who needs a life when you’ve got nothing to live for? Truth was, it hurt everywhere. Not just in my legs. In my heart and soul too but of course I didn’t tell them that. They knew anyway. They knew I was depressed. Having a miscarriage often causes depression. Having your heart broken does too. My physical pain was nothing compared to psychic pain.

I was often alone when i was lying there in the hospital. My dad never visited. He was busy working but I knew it was something more to it. Grandma and grandpa was around a lot but they didn’t understand what I was going trough, they didn’t know who Zayn was and what I’ve been through like my mum knew.