Merry Moments [One Direction]

Night Changes- Zayn

I tapped my foot as I clipped my seat belt on, "Where are we going Zayn?" He didn't reply as he started the car and put his own seat belt. I rolled my eyes, Zayn is always pulling antics and most of the time I never expect them. "Zayn, where are we going?" I asked again.

He finally answered me as soon as the car started and we were driving, "Somewhere special. Just a random question, what size ice skates do you wear?"

I looked at Zayn confused, "Seven and a half.... Why?" My eyes popped open, "We're going skating!"

He nodded and replied with his cute accent, "Yup." 

Skating is so romantic for the holiday season! We could hold hands! And skate together!"

My smile never left my face as we parked at the skate park. I leaped out of the car and tugged at Zayn's sleeve like a child would, "Come on! Let's go!" He chuckled as I dragged him towards the man selling the skates for rent. 

The man with the red hair gave us a sweet smile, "Well hello there, wanting to rent some skates?"

I gave a warm smile back, "Yes please."

"Size?" He asked while he rummaged through his pile of skates.

"Seven and a half." I replied while adjusting my sweater. Zayn beside me pulled out a few euros and handed it to the man while the man gave us two pairs of ice skates in return. 

 I slipped on the white ice skates and tied both of them. I tried to stand up but slipped a little. To my relief Zayn caught me in his arms, "Whoa there Adriana." he said, holding me to his chest.

I blushed and looked away. Even though we have been friends for almost three years now I still blush wildly whenever he does something adorable like that.

I stood myself up and smiled at him, "Thanks Zayn, let's start skating." Zayn nodded and took my hand in his hand. I knew I could trust him and I knew I wouldn't fall with him holding me. 

We were spinning around, hand-in-hand as we went around doing funny moves. I laughed when Zayn mimicked what one couple was doing behind him. He has always been really funny. 

As I watched him from the sidelines my mind drifted off somewhere else. Me and Zayn have been friends through everything. Even when my great grandmother and dog died he was there for me. Even when I went through that time where Ashton Smith rejected me. Through everything  life threw at me; Zayn was there. And I'm glad he has been because without him I would be nothing.

Zayn distracted my thoughts, "Adriana, wanna try that?" He pointed towards a couple who were doing some sort of pirouettes. 

"I can't do that!" I protested but he was already dragging me to the center. I tried to fight him back but my skates only made a scratching sound against the ice as I failed. It was too late. He was already spinning me around, one hand on my waist and one on my hand that was lifted above my head. 

I squeezed my eyes shut as he started to go faster. I felt dizzy from all the spins and I lost count at 23 when my heart skipped a beat. Zayn let go of me! I spun until my face met the cold, ice floor. 

I heard Zayn skating/running towards me, "Adriana! Are you okay?"

I groaned but couldn't move and I replied sarcastically, "Of course. I'm just wrestling with the ground and I think I'm winning."

I could imagine him rolling his eyes and he put his hands on my waist and lifted me up. The look on his face made my heart skip another beat and his eyes trailed to my arm that was throbbing in pain. I didn't dare look at my arm though. I knew I had to have broken it from the look on his face. I could already hear the sound of yelling when I heard someone shout, "I'll call 911!"

Zayn rested me against him, "I'll get you away from here, don't worry. You're going to be okay Adri."  I couldn't help but smile when he called me by my nickname. He gave me it when we first met each other. 

He skated away from the rink and rested me on a hard, green bench. The red-haired guy from  before was looking at us with a phone in his hands. I assumed he was calling 911 but I didn't want to ask. I was in too much pain to even move at him. Maybe I'm going to die. Maybe this is it. Maybe this is karma for putting rocks in that girls shoes in the fourth grade or because I didn't pray last night. 

Zayn held me in his arms when three people in white coats came over. They placed their hands that were wrapped in blue gloves on my arm. "Does this hurt?" One of the paramedics touched my elbow. 

I bit my tongue holding back a scream, "Yes!" You dumb fuck.

Zayn held me tighter, "She just hurt herself right now."

I nodded shakily, my arm throbbing even more. The paramedic took out some weird machine making me even more scared. All my life I had a fear of doctors and their creepy tools, and Zayn knows that.

I buried my head into his chest when something hot hit me. Great, now hot chocolate! Zayn jumped from the impact of the hot chocolate and I nearly fell out of his arms, "Shit!" he shouted while shaking his hair that was dripping in hot chocolate. The man who dropped the hot chocolate on him had wide eyes and was frantically trying to help him while repeating, "I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" 

Zayn shook his head but it was clear he was angry, "It's nothing just please leave me alone." Zayn pushed the man away and dried his hair with his sweater. I sighed. This day had not came out how I planned. I doubt nothing could fix it. 

I patted the spot beside my bench with my good hand to motion Zayn to sit. He grumbled in frustration and sat down. I rested my head on his shoulder and let out a sigh.  The paramedics were still looking at my arm but I didn't fight them away. I was in Zayn's arms and I knew I was safe. Zayn craddled me but still left my arm free for it to be looked at. I heard one of the paramedics say something about it not being broken just severly hurt but I didn't pay attention. I was too busy enjoying the moment beside Zayn, my closest friend. 

Zayn cradled me some more when the doctors began to poke and press my arm. I winced in pain and Zayn was whispering in my ear, "It's going to be okay. I'm so sorry."

I looked into his eyes, his deep brown eyes. They were filled with pain, regret, and sadness. All the emotions I hated to see in those mesmerizing eyes of his. I cupped his cheek with the hand that was not injured and murmured, "It's fine Zayn. I'm going to be alive."

Zayn sighed, "And to think, I was going to ask you something special today..."

My head twisted to face him quickly, "What were you going to ask?"

My mind felt blank as he said, "I was going to ask if you would go out with me. We have known each other since senior year of high school and I feel complete with you. But I'm sure now-"

I cut him off, "Zayn, even if the night changes I will always love you. Nothing can ever change that, not even a broken arm could change that." His brown eyes seemed to brighten as I continued, "And yes, I would love to go out with you."

His face broke into a smile and that was the merry moment I knew.

This was the start of something great.

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By: Hazel