One in a Million

Chapter 29

Kendra's POV

Zayn's flight was to take off in less than 3 hours. It broke my heart, just imagining him step onto that plane and have it take him away from me, tore me apart.

Zayn and I were in my room, looking at old pictures of me and labeling what was happening during that time period. He seemed to adore all the ones I thought were embarrassing. I wanted to just have my last few hours with Zayn peaceful and wonderful, so he would have good memories to look back to when he missed me.

"Kendra," my mom quietly swept open the door, carefully coming inside my room.

"Yeah?" I asked, still holding pictures in my hand.

"Your surgery will be tomorrow, there was an opening.." My mother's voice trailed off into despair. Of course there was an opening, that had to mean that somebody planned on getting surgery but then passed away before they were able to retrieve it.

"Oh okay," I looked down at a picture of me back when I was a toddler. I looked so happy and innocent. I had the blood of somebody who was healthy, that all changed when I turned 14 though.

My mom left the room and shut the door calmly. Zayn and I were silent for a moment, I was wondering if he could hear my heart beating frantically in my chest.

"Kendra," he broke the fierce silence, stroking my arm with his cold fingertips.

"Yeah?" I asked, shuffling through more and more pictures from happy times.

"Would you mind if Taylor sees you after your surgery?" I immediately turned to face him.

"What?" My voice sounded scattered with mixed emotions. Why in the world would I want him there?

"I just want to make sure you're okay! He can tell me how you are after your surgery. Think of him as me!" His voice sounded reassuring but think of Zayn as Taylor? How could I ever do that?

"No Zayn. I don't feel comfortable with him around me," I shot back. I didn't. Not one bit.

"Please. I need to know you're okay after your surgery!" His tone sounded desperate.

"Then call my parents or my brother!" I don't understand why Taylor had to be the one to break the news if I survived or not. I couldn't call Zayn though because I would be in no condition for talking after my surgery.

"I don't know but please Kendra. Let him see you after your surgery," he begged.

Honestly, I don't know what in the world came over me but I let in, "fine," I breathed out, regretting my decision right after it came out of my mouth.

Zayn got a huge smile across his face and kissed me repeativley on my lips, forehead, cheeks and nose. "I love you!" He would add between each kiss.

"I love you too," I giggled. I truly didn't want Taylor to see me after my surgery. I could feel that terrible feeling in my stomach again.

I think the real reason why I let in though was because I didn't want Zayn to be any tad bit disappointed when he left here today. I wanted him to be as happy as possible and I didn't want us to be in a stupid fight over who visited me after my surgery. Who knows though- maybe something good will come out of this? Doubtful but just maybe.