Plot Twist

Chapter 6

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Chapter 6            

              It’s been a week. A whole fucking week. The only time I’ve left the room is to shower and get fresh clothes. I’ve done that twice. So many emotions have washed through me. I started out scared, scared that he would never wake up pr when he did he wouldn’t be my Josh. I was sad because I missed him. I missed his smile and laugh and all of the little things that I had taken for granted. Cheesy, I know. I was mad for a day or so, too. Mad at Josh for being so stupid, mad at Niall and Louis for not watching out for him, mad at myself for being mad.

            Now I was sitting in a chair in the hospital room, head in my hands and tears streaming down my face. I wasn’t sobbing, but the tears were still there. I felt a hand on my shoulder. “Lauren, do you want something to eat? You haven’t eaten in almost a day.”

            I looked up to find Zayn standing above me. “I’m fine. I’m really not hungry. I can’t eat right now.”

            He sat down in the chair next to me, “I know, and I’m sorry all of this is happening.”

            “It’s not your fault.”

            “I know, but someone needs to say sorry to you.”

            “Thank you, Zayn.”

            “Of course.”

            “I don’t just mean for saying that.”

            “What do you mean?”

            “I mean for everything. For standing next to me. For holding me up. For giving me space. For being there when I didn’t think I needed you. For keeping me sane.”

            “Well I don’t know if ‘sane’ is really a word that comes to mind when I think of you,” he giggled.

            I slapped him lightly on the shoulder, “hey now.”

            “I know, I know. Sorry.”

            “It’s fine. I needed that.”

            I smiled up at Zayn and he smiled right back. I had never noticed how beautiful his smile really was until now. It was crooked, but only slightly. Making it cheeky yet warm at the same time. His features were strong, like him, yet his eyes were warm and comforting. The stubble on his chin and upper lip gave him an exhausted bad ass look that made it seem like he was slightly worn down from being such a bed ass all the time. And his lips, those lips. I found my eyes wander to them and I watched at the faultered from his smile, hiding his white teeth.

            I looked back up into his eyes and saw him looking at me that same way I was looking at him. He reached his hand up and placed it on my cheek, wiping the last of my dried tears from the surface. “So beautiful,” his whispered, making me blush. He chuckled lightly, “Would you care if I kissed you?”

            “I sure as hell would,” a voice croaked.

            My head whipped around to see Josh rubbing his eyes and licking his lips, trying to get moisture back in them.

            “JOSH! OHMYGOD YOU’RE ALIVE! DON’T YOU EVER FUCKING SCARE ME LIKE THAT AGAIN! DO YOU HEAR ME?!”

            “Yeah, loud and clear,” he whispered. “Now give me some water.”

            I put the straw between his lips and he drank slowly. Zayn called for the nurse who came in not long after. They ran a few tests and said that Josh would be realized in the morning. I hugged Zayn and we called the rest of the boys. They were at the hospital in five minutes. Niall and Louis were talking to Josh and Harry was taking a picture on his phone.

            “Awake-stagram!” he shouted.

            Josh was sleeping again a few hours later and the boys headed back to the hotel. I was sitting in the café with Zayn, finally able to eat something. Thank God they had a Starbucks. Zayn was across from me and was practically falling asleep in his chair. “You can go back to the hotel you know.”

            “I know.”

            “So why don’t you?”

            “Because I want to be here for you.”

I smiled a little bit, “Alight. Well c’mon you sleepy head. Let’s go sleep and then we can take Josh back to the hotel in the morning.”

“Where are we gonna sleep?” I felt a twinge of something. He said we. I liked the idea of sleeping with Zayn. Not sexually. I just mean like sleeping next to him. I would feel safe and warm. I smiled graced my lips as I said, “Well I’ve been sleeping on the couch in Josh’s room.”

He did respond for a minute while he thought. “I think we can both fit on there.”

I smiled as we walked back to the room. He reached down and grabbed my hand. I didn’t know exactly what we were, but I knew I liked being close to Zayn. He was strong and kind and exactly what I’d needed this week. He’d been there for me every step of the way.

Zayn grabbed a pillow and a blanket and layed down on the couch. He reached his arms out to me and said, “Come here. You look drained. Sleep.”

I crawled next to him and rested my head on his chest. His arms wrapped around me and I placed my leg between his. I snuggled my head into his chest and he planted a soft kiss on top of my head before resting his chin there. “Thank you,” I whispered before falling asleep to the steady thud of his heart.