You belong with me, A one direction love story

Chapter 41

-Louis' POV.

"Please don't die, please don't die," Paige whispered to herself over and over again, rocking in my lap.

I glanced over to the rest of the group, who were mainly sat holding hands or catching up on sleep, Paige took to me to comfort her, maybe it's because I wear the same aftershave as Zayn.

"Visitors of Zayn Malik?" a lady with a clipboard called.

"Yes me," Paige smiled almost pouncing on her.

"And us," Harry smiled calmly pointing around the group.

"This way," she sighed, she lead us down the long corridors and onto the ward.

"There he is," the nurse smiled before leaving the room, Zayn was led in the bed, hooked up to all sorts of drips and heart monitors, and an oxygen tank.

"Baby," Paige whispered, sitting down next to the bed and gently holding Zayn's less cut hand.

Zayn groaned in response, turning his head to Paige's voice.

"Who ran me over and replaced my brain for marshmallows?" he moaned, half opening his swollen eyes.

"You were beat up baby," Paige told him, kissing his hand lightly.

"Who by?" he questioned, staring intensely around the circle surrounding his bed.

"We don't know bub," Paige told him, rubbing her thumb over his hand sympathetically.

"Oh," he mumbled, turning his head and looking out of the window, his bed had a perfect view of the city and it looked so pretty at night.

"Shall we leave you two alone?" Maddie suggested, rubbing her huge belly.

"Mhm," Paige nodded smiling at her politely, we all left the room.

-Paige's POV.

"I love you," I whispered to Zayn as soon as the door clicked closed.

"I love you to," he mumbled, what's got his panties in a bunch?

"I need a cuddle," he added, turning to face me with those huge, sparkling brown eyes of his, one of which was swollen and purple.

"I can't get in with you," I giggled.

"Sure you can!" he smiled shuffling to make space on the bed, I slipped under the covers next to him, placing my head softly on his chest.

"Am I hurting you?" I asked, looking up into his eyes.

"No," he stated simply, stroking my hair.

"It's cold!" I shivered under the blanket.

"Your wearing slipper boots, yoga shorts and a crop top, what do you expect?" he chuckled rubbing my arms in a bid to warm me up.

"Maybe they should turn the heating on in this damn hospital!" I mumbled into his chest.

"You're funny, you know that?" he questioned, twirling some hair around his finger.

"AH! Your hands are freezing!" he squealed as I placed my icy fingers on his thigh.

"I know, and you're warm" I squirmed into him a little more.

"Maybe we fatten you up you won't be so cold!" he laughed tickling my beyond flat, stomach.

"Shut up!" I screeched, wriggling out of his grasp but his hands clamped around my waist.

"LET GO!" I giggled breathlessly.

"Not until you say I love Zayn and his huge willy!" he said trying to act serious.

"I love Zayn and his huge willy now get off!" I laughed hysterically, he released his grip and I laid my head on his chest.

"Your willy is actually huge though," I yawned, my finger tracing his abs through his hospital gown.

"Really?" he asked, sounding surprised.

"Yeah still hurts sometimes," I blushed sitting up and kissing his cheek.

"Oh, sorry, I'll be gentle, promise," he whispered.

"I love you," I told him.

"I love you to," he replied.

The door clicked open and Zayn practically shoved me out of the bed.

"How are we feeling Mr.Malik," the doctor asked, scribbling down some details from his heart monitor.

"Better, thanks doc" Zayn smiled politely.

"Well your breathing is certainly better, but your heart rate is still irregular so that'll take a while, but it's looking up" the doctor told Zayn before excusing himself.

"Good boy Zaynie," I grinned, thankful that he's getting better.

"The drips make my hands itchy though!" he pouted, staring down the tubes going into the tops of his hands.

"They're making you better love," I sighed, placing a soft kiss on his hands.

He let out a huge puff of air, obviously not caring for what I just said.

"I need a fag P, sorry if I'm being moody," he turned to look at me and gave a small smile.

"It's ok baby, I'll be right back I'm going to steal one of the boys hoodies," I giggled, walking swiftly out of the room.

Everyone bar Harry was asleep in the waiting room.

"Har can I have your hoodie? I'm bloody freezing," I asked, helping him lift the hem of his jumper over his head.

"Look after Sally," he smiled simply.

"Sally?" I questioned, tugging the top over my head.

"Yeah, I name all my clothes," he stated before turning back to his phone.

Weird.