Project 7

2

*Zayn'z POV*

I was in the car, just about to park when I got a call. I quickly park and fish my phone from my jeans, answering it with a swift "Ello?"

"Hello Sir, is this Zayn Malik?"

"Yes, what's this about?"

"Your sister, Sir. As you may have heard, doctors have found a new possible cure for a coma patients, it's called Project 7. With your consent, we were we willing to perform Project 7 on your sister as she is first on the list."

I drowned in thought, "what is this Project 7 shit? I am not allowing you inject some syrum shit or crap into my sister!" I hissed.

"No! No Sir. We won't be injecting any syrums or 'crack' shit into your sister" he mumbles the last part.

"if you could make it to the hospitals meeting room in say... Ten minutes, I will explain everything to you then."

"Okay," I huff.

"Great! See you soon than, bye Sir" he says and quickly hangs up.

I roll my eyes, annoyed and quickly make my way into the hospitals elevator. Pressing level five and awaiting the doors to close, leaning against the wall as they do.

'Ding!'

The doors of the elevator open, letting me make my way to the so called 'meeting room.' As I walk In i'm introduced to two thick glass doors, on them, printed in bold black writing was...

Hospital Meeting Room.

I bang my fisted hand against the glass, waiting for someone to open the door. I am soon met by a tall man, wearing a fresh white doctors robe and a stethoscope around his neck. He had brown hair and eyes.

"Mr. Malik, Sir?" He questions and I nod, "please. Come in."

I walk in and take a seat at what looked like his desk, to say I felt uncomfortable would be an understatement.

"So what's this Project 7 shit and what's it going to do to my sister?" I start, immediately breaking the ice.

He takes a seat in front of me, clasping a red folder with 'Project 7' scribbled across the top. I take a quick glance at his name tag, his name is clearly printed across the white plastic.

Hayden.

I watched as he opened the folder and fixed the pages, tapping them against the table to neaten them up. He then quickly began to explain the project to me, I immediately hated the idea from the first word that exited Hayden's mouth.

....

"Here, Sir" he handed me a sheet of paper, it showed a simple outline of everything he had just told me. Then he handed me another piece of paper, "please sign this and we will start the procedure as close as Monday morning."

Staring at the paper, I quickly read over it. I wasn't a big fan of this plan but if it helped my sister, I'd do it.

"Do you have a pen?"

"Sure, here" Hayden handed me a black inked pen.

"Thanks" I mutter, quickly scribbling my name across the thin line and hand him his pen back.

"Thank you, Sir." He takes the pen back and places it in the front pocket of his doctors robe, "I promise your sister will be in good hands."

"She had better be, or I won't hesitate to break bones!" I scowl.

"Yes sir, of course!" He cowers, raising his hands in defence.

"Good" I nod, firmly grabbing his hand and shaking it, "see you next time."

"Of course" he nods and I let go of his hand, swiftly exiting the room.

"Coffee, I need coffee" I mumbled to myself as I enter the elevator and press floor four.

'Ding!"

The same old elevator bell rings and I make my way out, heading straight to the tea room. As soon as I make my way through the door I see him, the one and only.

Louis Tomlinson.

"Louis, louis Tomlinson. Long time no see, ey?" I smirk and he turns to face me.

"Z-Zayn" he pauses, "what are you do-doing here?"

I shrug, "got a phone call, what about you? Wait, I already know. You came to see my fucking sister, didn't you? You ass wipe!" I hiss.

His facial features harden and his fists ball at his sides, "fuck off Zayn! I'm allowed to see her, we're dating" he breathes.

I smirk as a low chuckle escapes my mouth, "you 'were' dating" I speak and watch as his eyes widen.

"What? What did you do, Zayn!" He spits.

"None of your fucking business, Tommo" I growl.

"Tell me!" He demands, throwing a fist at me but I catch it before it connects to my chin.

"Watch it Tommo" I chuckle and tightly squeeze his hand, "wouldn't want anyone getting hurt, now would we?" I smirk and he knew exactly who I was talking about.

"N-no, I guess not" he mutters.

"Good!" I let go of his fist, leaving him with a slight bruise. He then turns and returns to his coffee.

I then leave the tea room. No coffee for me today, especially after seeing that ass wipe. I make make my way back to the elevator, heading back to my car.

Back home.

(Hi guys, wow! I only posted this last night and it already had 16 reads. I can't believe you guys, this means so much to me, thank you heaps. I hope you all enjoy this book as much as I enjoy writing it, stay safe, stay weird and I love you's! Ily! Xxx <3 )