Dreaming Big (One Direction)

Chapter 3

AN: This is an important filler...

Zayn's POV

I stared as the nurse walked around the room filling charts and other stuff. She was talking to me, but I wasn't really paying attention. I know it's rude, but the story about her cat was actually pretty boring. From the corner of my eye I saw her approach my bed.

"Am I boring you with my story sweetie?" she chuckled reaching for my arm to change the needles.

"No, it's really interesting how you taught her to use the bathroom," I said while she pulled the needle out of my arm. She threw her head back and laughed.

"Oh, you teenagers now a days don't care about stuff like. My grandson almost dies of excitement when he wins a game in those weird squared things you like to call useful. Phones! In my days they had a string attached to it," she smiled.

"Really? I thought those were disconnected years ago?"

"My mom liked the old fashion life," she nodded opening a new needle, "now, do you want to go to the bathroom before I connect you to this things again?"

"Yes please," I lied since in reality I just needed to stretch.

"Go on then. You already know the way."

I nodded and pushed myself up straight. Getting off the uncomfortable bed, I waddled to the middle of the room then stretched. A noise exited my mouth in pleasure.

"Feels nice huh? Those things nearly break your back," she shook her head. I sheepishly smiled and nodded.

Turning around, I exited the room leaving her behind. Since the bathroom was right across my door, I only took like three steps then reached it. Going inside, I quickly did my business since I did need to go after all. When I finished washing and drying my hands with the rough paper towel, I threw the paper in the bin and looked over at the mirror. My face was extremely pale and my eyes were sunk in. I looked terrible, my messy hair not helping at all. I brought my hands to my hair and quickly ran my them through trying to tame it. Realizing it was useless, I sighed letting my hands drop to my sides.

"Useless," I murmured to myself, "Everything is."

With that, I turned around and walked to the door. Pushing it open, I quickly pulled it back towards me when I heard Dr. Mark's laugh from the room. I don't know why, but something told me to listen.

"Unbelievable! I- I- this is funny," I heard him exclaim.

"Dr. I'm serious," Kylee's voice rang through.

"You're telling me you BELIEVE him? You believe his stupid fake dreams? Insane!"

What? Kylee believed me? Kylee... She believed me? This means the lads are real. This means everything is real and that there's gotta be a certain explanation as to why they're not here. I felt a smile crack on my face and butterflies fly in my stomach. In my head, I pictured how a small flame of hope started to shine in me-

but wait. Is this a test? Are they secretly testing me?

My smile faded as I blew out the flame arising in me. I couldn't get my hopes up just yet. I needed to make sure first.

"Dr. What else can you say it is?! Clearly all the evidence is here," she said frustrated.

"Look," Dr. Mark's voice boomed, "enough of this! Stop saying insanities and do your job right."

"But-"

"I said enough!" he said now in anger, "The only thing wrong with this kid is that he's stubborn and doesn't want to admit he's fine. He likes the attention. Clearly, all this pills aren't helping him because he's playing a little game with his mom. Now, I don't want to hear another word about these stupidities of yours. I'm the Dr. here and I know what's going on not YOU. You're only a new psychiatrist who thinks you already know everything. Well you don't. So to make sure you don't say anything else about your insane believes, today will be your last appointment with him."