Fight Me ||Zayn Malik au

Chapter Eighteen

This chapter will have both POV but we start in Heather's!

Media is Heather after the hospital, got it off Google she is really freaking pretty.

And then the Music video for Night Changes because Zayn is adorable in this video!

Onward.

Heather's POV

It's been about a week since I was released from the hospital and my dad and brother have been down my neck ever since. I was able to evade the questions the nurses had, answering with generic, teenage issues like school is stressing me out, getting accepted into the dance school is making me nervous and what if I don't get in. The fact that I was in a commited relationship.

Key word being was. Its weird to think that Harry and I aren't together anymore and that only a few minutes after breaking up with me he was telling me to go after his best friend. Well, I guess ex enemy now best friend. I don't know but I am glad they are on better terms at least.

"Well, that's the last box." Sydney declared as she set the brown, cardboard box down on the floor of my temporary flat. Perhaps I should fill in some blanks here.

After I explained to the doctors that I passed out from stress, I could never tell my dad what happened between me and Him, they had been best friends and I don't want to tarnish his memory of Him, I was told I had to stay for another day for observation. In that short day, a short, blond Irishman burst through the door of my hospital room with a look of pure worry on his face. Before I even had a chance to say hello Niall had his arms around me and the bear he had apparently purchased for me that said the cheesy phrase "Get better Beary soon," was cast aside in the flurry of arms in the hug. He was shaking a bit, he seemed like he hadn't known what was going on and I felt a twinge of guilt for not keeping up with him enough for my dad to remember to tell him.

But he had been too busy for me lately and I wasn't going to lie and say it didn't hurt.

"Oh my God, Heather. Are you alright?" He asked as his pale, slender hands, now cast free, cradeled my face as he perched on my bed. It felt nice just to be in the comfort of my best friend and I felt better then than I had for days. The relief I felt that I still had someone outside of my family who cared about me, even if he had left me for awhile, made all of the emotions I had been keeping contained flow out. I motioned for Niall to shut the door and he made quick of it before motioning for me to scoot over and he was then curled up next to me in the tiny bed. It made me think of our childhood nights spent together.

I told Niall everything. 

Well not everything, but everything about Zayn and Harry. About what Zayn had said to me and about how he found me the night I passed out. I told him about Harry and I's relationship that wasn't actually an official relationship but it felt like it was and how he had broken up with me because I was a fighter. I told him about the voice I heard when I was in a coma and how it soothed my nightmares and how I didn't know who it was.

It all rushed out of me and Niall, God bless him, just sat there and cuddled me, his hand absentmindedly stroking my hair. I felt so relieved after telling him, much like I had with Sydney when I told her. She had texted me when I woke up and I assured her that she didn't need to come to the hospital, that I was fine, but that didn't stop her from sending a bouqet of lilies.