One Direction Imagines

Phone Call: A Zayn Malik Imagine

(Your POV) 

I was in the car, driving through the streets of Boston. I just needed to get out of the house, I didn't even know why I was driving. I just couldn't think straight. Nothing made sense anymore, I don't even know when it stopped. I took a few turns and pulled back onto the highway. I'd probably been driving in circles for hours now. A part of me felt like there's just no point to anything in life anymore, but another part felt like if I died I'd be leaving something huge behind. I was tired, tired of driving, tired of working, tired of waking up in the morning and just keeping my eyes open. I couldn't bare it anymore. I pulled over on the side of the road and rested my head on the wheel. After taking a couple deep breaths I lifted my head up and looked around me. I had sat like that for about 10 minutes before deciding I should probably get home. I put the car in drive and lightly stepped on the gas. Just as the car began moving my phone began ringing. I looked at it and froze, my eyes glued to the phone. I barely noticed the truck heading straight towards me, before everything went black.

(Zayn's POV) 

"Heyy, you've reached (y/n) and I'm not here right now as you can probably tell, but go ahead and leave a message!" *beep*  

"Hey (y/n), I don't really know why I'm calling. I don't really know why I do anything these days. But... Life just sucks right now... And I don't have anyone to go to. The boys... They just wouldn't get it. They don't understand. No one does. Except... I was kind of hoping you would.  

"See, you've helped me with problems before. I know we're probably never getting back together... But I... I just need to at least be friends with you... I know it sounds stupid... But I haven't been able to stop thinking about you... With you it was so easy. But now I wake up in the morning and I feel like I have no purpose. I know that sounds crazy... Especially from me...  

"but... I don't know... I've been getting into a lot of trouble lately... A lot of fights. I don't know if you've heard... It's been pretty bad... I just thought you could help me... Give me advice... Like you always do... Like you always used to...  

"I guess what I'm trying to say is I need you back... I want to hold you. I need to be able to call you mine... (Y/n)... I still love you... I never stopped..." *beep*

(Narrator's POV) 

Zayn was sitting in a chair next to (y/n)'s hospital bed, Shaking violently. He was holding her hand with both of his, his lips against her palm, and his tears falling onto her fingers. She felt cold to him and he tried to warm her up with his breath. He was doing anything he could to make sure she was comfortable. In a way he was getting what he wanted, a chance to see her, to HOLD her, at least one last time. His shoulders shook with sobs as he looked at her face. She just looked so broken, and he hated it. He just wanted now for her to be awake, so he could see the blue eyes he'd missed so much.

(Zayn's POV)  

I should be here, not her. Just please not her. I asked this over and over, why ? Why was this happening ? To her of all people ? Why ?  

I just wanted to take her back home. With me. Where we could talk and I could just hold her. I looked at her lips. I just wanted to kiss her.  

"Please wake up," I whispered. "Please." 

I stayed like that all day, the nurses came in once in a while to check on her, but she hadn't moved either. I wondered if she was dreaming. Whenever I looked up at her the tears came rushing back.  

Around 7 or 8, one of the nurses came in with a tray of food for me, not that I was going to eat. I couldn't.  

"theres an empty room next store if you want it to stay the night," she told me.