Rose
"So you've got his medication until the third of January, right?" Caroline asked me while she grabbed Zayn's already packed suitcase and placed it next to the door.
I nodded, "Yeah, from today's date until the third of January. Does he have to take his medication for the afternoon here or at home?"
Caroline blew a loose strand of hair out of her face, "I think at home. His mother should be here any minute. Zayn, hurry up!" She yelled to him as he was still taking a shower.
I didn't exactly know how he was feeling today. I hadn't really spoken to him after our phone call, which I loved, by the way. When I came here, he was already in the shower.
"Is he ready for it?" I decided to ask Caroline. She had been with him from the moment he woke up after all.
Caroline shrugged slowly, "I don't know honestly. He threw up in the middle of the night, but when he woke up he told me he was really excited to be home. He just wasn't really looking forward the journey. It'll be really tiring for him."
"Yeah, I can understand.." I sighed sadly and placed another bag full of beanies from Zayn next to his backpack.
"But I know you'll take very good care of him. He's told me several times that he's so happy you're there with him. He really likes you, Rose." She whispered the last part and I couldn't help but blush.
It was the first time Caroline told me that with confidence, but I already knew it because of the kiss of course.
Me and Zayn still hadn't talked about the kiss and I didn't know if I was happy about it or not. I really didn't want to ruin things, I was scared he'd tell me it wasn't his intention at first. It would hurt me because my feelings grew extremely strong for him after our kiss.
But maybe he felt the same about it. Maybe he didn't want to talk about it because he'd be scared that I would tell him I didn't mean to do it either.
I sighed, it was a slight difficult situation. I just wondered if I could kiss him again.
"I guess." I replied quietly. Caroline gave me a cheeky smile and we both looked up when the bathroom curtain was being shoved away.
Zayn was dressed in some denim jeans with a big red hoodie. His cheeks were flushed red from the hot water and his bald head was almost shining because of the bright light above him. He was looking as handsome as ever.
His lips curled into a smile when he saw me, "Hey."
"Hey." I answered, giving him a smile back. I played with my fingers and watched him as he grabbed his black beanie and pulled it over his exposed head and ears. "Are you excited?"
Zayn walked over to his bed and sat down on it, looking up at me as I stood near him, "Yeah, definitely. Can't wait to sleep in my own bed." He chuckled, "What about you? Are you nervous?"
"No, I'm not nervous." I chuckled, "Why? Should I be?" I playful raised my eyebrow and he immediately reacted to that.
He wiggled his eyebrow, "Oh yeah. Definitely. My family is scary and maybe I'm completely someone else when I'm at home."
"I met your parents and little sister already, Zayn. There's nothing to be scared of and you being someone else while at home? What do I have to expect? A mysterious bad boy?" I couldn't help but laugh. I couldn't imagine what he'd be like if he would act like a bad guy.
"Of course." Zayn grinned.
I nodded, "Sure, says the guy who's afraid of the dark." I said to him only so Caroline didn't hear.
"Hey! That's not fair." He pouted then sighed dramatically, "Okay, no I'm not any different. I'm totally the same." Chuckles left his lips.
"Knew so." I laughed.
He laughed as well but stared at his lap while doing so. Zayn looked up and when I heard his door opening I did the same. His parents stepped inside and the smile Zayn got by seeing his mother warmed my heart.
"Mum!" He stood up and pulled her into a hug, kissing her cheek softly. He fist- bumped his dad and they started talking to Caroline right away. About his medication, what they need to do if something goes wrong, all that kind of stuff so I awkwardly stood there wondering what I had to do.
Of course, Zayn noticed so he softly grabbed my wrist and pulled me towards his parents. "Rose knows all of this mum. She'll be coming with us."
"Of course! I didn't even see you, I'm sorry sweetheart. How are you doing? Are you looking forward to it?" Trisha pulled me in a hug and I smiled though I was surprised by her sudden action.
"Yeah, I definitely am." I said politely, then shook his father's hand. Zayn looked a lot like his father, he was just taller and broad, his skin colour slightly darker.
"Good love. So are we. His sisters can't wait to meet you." She smiled warmly.
I returned it and told her I felt the same about it. But I honestly felt a little strange too. It all felt like I was Zayn's girlfiend and he was about to introduce me to his whole family. It definitely wasn't the case, although I wished it was. We had kissed, but I guess we still weren't a thing. I didn't know, we hadn't talked about it after all.
After that, Caroline discussed everything with us and me in private, as I still wasn't really allowed to do such thing as staying over at Zayn's, but Caroline told me she did this for me and Zayn. I thought it was an amazing gesture and I appreciated it a lot.
We said our goodbyes and left the hospital. Zayn's dad helped me with bringing my stuff into their car and after all was packed, I took a seat in the backseat beside Zayn.
He gave me one of his sweetest smiles and I felt the butterflies going crazy inside of my belly, but I wouldn't let him notice. I just returned the smile and stared outside the window, watching as we drove off.
Zayn's parents asked me a lot of things about my university, the study, my own family and I had a nice chat with each of them. In the corner of my eye, I saw Zayn constantly trying to fight to keep his eyes open. I knew he was tired, his body still had to process the chemo that they had put into him.
I really hoped he wouldn't get sick now he was going home, but we sadly couldn't stop it if he was going to be sick.
I stared at his long black lashes as they were fluttering shut and open for a few minutes long until they finally stayed shut. I smiled by myself and stared at the now sleeping boy beside me.
"Is he asleep?" His mother asked me as she caught me staring at him, with probably a weird stalker smile on my face.
I quickly looked away, "Yeah, he is." I smiled briefly at her.
"My boy. It's a long ride, isn't it? We'll be here in two hours so we already passed half of the journey." She smiled back at me, "I'm glad he's asleep. He really needs it. He's going to be so exhausted when we arrive."
"Yeah, I think so too. Even I get tired from traveling and he has his medication and chemo extra." I sighed sadly and stared at him again.
His head was hanging down and his lips were slightly pouted. I could stare at him forever. It made me smile, even more because I liked him a lot.
"Definitely. Well, he will get his deserved rest at his own familiar area now. It will do him good, I hope." Trisha grabbed some chewing gum and gave me one as well.
I thanked her and slowly chew on it while staring outside the window. I was excited to see Bradford as I hadn't really been anywhere else but London. I did travel to some other cities before, but they were all close to London. I hadn't seen this part of England before.
As the minutes flew by I thought Zayn would stay asleep until we arrived, but I was wrong. He suddenly started sweating a lot and a deep frown appeared on his face, making clear that something was making him feel extremely uncomfortable.
Then suddenly his eyes fluttered open and his hand flew to his mouth, "Mum, stop!"
My heart started beating faster and I quickly grabbed his free hand out of a reflex to calm him down.
Zayn's father immediately drove the car onto the emergency lane and stopped the car, looking at his son in worry. "What's wrong, Zayn?"
He started swallowing and swallowing but didn't answer his father nor mother. He tried to do everything fast, but he couldn't. I noticed that he was trying to unbuckle his seatbelt. I let go of his hand and quickly did that for him. He opened the car door and before he stood outside completely, he started throwing up.
I didn't hesitate one second and I got out of the car as well, grabbing some paper pocket handkerchiefs and making my way over to him.
I watched him in concern as he emptied his stomach onto the road and he held his hand pressed to his belly. His mother comforted him by rubbing his back soothingly.
"Are you okay?" I asked him, not expecting an answer but I still felt like asking him. I stretched my arm out to give him one of the paper wipes.
To my surprise, he gave me a small smile and took it, wiping off his mouth with the saliva that didn't leave his bottom lip. "I'm sorry Rosie."
I sighed in relief. The nickname meant a lot. "Don't you ever say sorry, okay? It's not your fault. Do you think you threw everything up or do we have to wait for a while?"
"I think I'm fine." He sighed deeply and rubbed his face, then gave me a smile again as his cheeks colored the lightest shade of pink. I knew he hated to throw up in front of me but he had to know I didn't mind one bit.
It happens. No one could stop it and especially not him since he had chemotherapy.
"Can we continue to drive home, sweetheart? Do you need to eat something? Maybe your stomach is empty." His mother asked.
Zayn just shrugged and sat back down in the car again. I did the same and once we were all seated safely his father drove off.
Trisha gave Zayn something to eat but he placed it on his lap and only stared outside the window. He kept wiping his mouth, even though there was nothing left on there. Maybe he was afraid there was.
Trisha put on some soft music and she started chatting to Yaser, so I finally had the chance to talk to him without being heard. Not that I had something to tell they weren't allowed to hear- but still.
"Are you feeling okay?" I asked him. Zayn turned his face and looked at me, a small smile growing on his face as he did so.
"I'm fine, Rose. Just a little bit nauseous." He slowly licked his lips.
I pointed at the grain cookie on his lap. "You should eat it. You might need some sugar and something in your stomach."
Zayn sighed a little and stared at it before looking back at me, "But I don't feel hungry."
"Eat it, Zayn. I'm your nurse. You need to listen to me." I joked, making him laugh softly.
He then started smiling cheekily and I wondered what his little plan was now. "Only if you hold my hand like you did a few minutes ago."
I raised my eyebrow but couldn't help and smile, "Whatever you say, sir." I grabbed his hand and held it softly but I couldn't help and blush like crazy.
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