Could it be......nah (Zayn Malik)

My Love for You - Chapter 11

Chapter 11.....

I stayed in the hospital for 4 more weeks. It was kind of boring. Zayn was here every day, leaving once and a while to go get food and go home and shower, Louis and Harry and Niall and Liam all visited me too. Whenever Louis came by it was a lot of fun. He either brought cards to play go fish, or something to listen to while I just laid there. Zayn was usually there when he came, but when Louis walked in, he would kiss me on the forehead and go to get food. He trusted me with Louis more than he did anyone else. OK, maybe not more than Liam, but pretty close. Louis and Harry in the same room never made the visit a bore. I almost busted my stiches every time they said something to each other. Oh yeah, I got 4 sticks, 2 on my face, 2 on my side where he was kicking me. I had 3 broken ribs and a very bruised eye. Zayn didn’t let that bother him though, he was there every day, telling me how beautiful I looked, how happy he was for me to be alive and all that, it made me happy to hear it, it really did. After those 4 weeks, I was able to go home. Zayn brought me clothes to change into and then helped me to the car. It still hurt to walk, but I would make it. I climbed in and settled into his leather car seat. Leaning my head back. He climbed in and started the car, a cool wind blew over my face and I let out a sigh and closed my eye. My other eyes was always closed it was swollen so badly. Soon we pulled up to the dorm and Zayn helped me out and into the lobby. The lady at the front desk looked up at smiled; I never really remembered her name.

“It’s good to see you back Rikki,” I smiled and nodded and we headed to the elevator. We got to the 4th floor and Zayn lead me down the opposite hallway; I looked at him, confused,

“Zayn, where are we going?”

“To my room,” He said patting my hand. I raised an eyebrow and he shook his head,

“Not like that, I want you near me, so I can help you if you need it,” I nodded and we stopped at his door. He opened it and we walked in it. He set my bag down on the floor beside the door and walked me in and sat me down on the couch. He walked into his kitchen and got a mug and filled it up with hot water and put a tea bag in it. I wrapped my fingers around it and took a big sniff of it. Peppermint. I sighed and took a long sip. I opened my eyes and saw him smiling at me.

“Like it,” I smiled and nodded. He laughed and took his shoes off and sat beside me. I curled into his side and rested my head on his shoulder. He rested his chin on top of my head and sang quietly to me. I closed my eyes and smiled, getting lost in his voice. Then he gripped my hand tight in his and sighed. I looked up at him.

“Rikki, I got to ask you something,” He said. I frowned and turned to face him, wincing a little at the pain in my side.

“What is it?” He wrung his hands and looked down at the couch. I raised an eyebrow and set my mug down, cupped his face in my hands, and made him look at me.

“Zayn, what is it,” He sighed and grabbed my hand tightly in his.

“What do you want to happen in your future,” I was shocked by that question. Not expecting it. I frowned and kept looking at him. Thinking. What DID I want to happen in my future? I shrugged.

“I don’t know, get married, have kids, live a happy life, something like that,” He moved closer and looked me in the eyes.

“You want kids?” I nodded and looked back at him.

“How many?” He asked. Still looking me strait in the eye. I shrugged.

“I don’t know, 2 maybe 3,” He smiled and planted a kiss on my lips. He pulled back and I smiled at him.

“What was that for,” He smiled and shrugged.

“Because, I don’t see my life with anyone BUT you, and I know that means something, and I know that whatever I do, I want YOU at my side, no one else,” I felt my cheeks go red and I curled into his chest and felt his arms wrap around me. I sighed.

“Zayn, was that a proposal,” He laughed and I felt his chest rumbling.

“No, you’ll know when I do,” I raised an eyebrow and looked at him.

“So, are you telling me you’re going to,” He smiled and kissed the edge of my nose.

“Don’t rush things, shall we,” I smiled and kissed him. He kissed me back and pulled me closer. I wrapped my arms around his neck and felt his arms wrap around my waist and pull me as close as he could. I could fell his hands trying to find the end of my shirt, when he did; they wormed up and pulled me closer. He leaned me back on the couch so I was lying down under him and I ran my fingers threw his hair, messing it up. I heard him let out a low groan and kissed me deeper. My hands found their way from his hair to the bottom of his shirt and tugging at it, to show him I wanted it off. He slipped it off and I ran my hands down his chest as he traced the outline of my neck with soft, slow kisses. We would have gone farther if there hadn’t been a loud bang from outside in the hall. We both shot up and he slipped his top on again. He walked over and peered out the door. No one was there anymore was what I got when he closed he again. He shrugged and walked back over and sat down. I curled into him again and felt him let out a low sigh.

“That ruined the moment,” I laughed and put my face in his chest, taking in his scent. I felt him run his fingers down my hair, I could feel he was excited as I was, and very, very roused. But we didn’t want anyone walking in on us. I sighed and felt him tighten his hold on me.

“Next time,” I smiled and curled farther into him, letting his voice sooth me to asleep, in his warm, strong arms, knowing that I never wanted to be ANYWHERE but here.