Rose

It was only around three am when I got awoken by faint noises of crying. It took me a while to figure out that these were not coming from Zayn's little sister, but Zayn himself, successfully breaking my heart into a thousand pieces.

Hesitating wasn't an option, I sat up in a split second and threw my legs over the edge of the bed, pushing the covers off me and stepping out.

I rubbed my face and quietly tiptoed towards my door. I didn't want to wake any more people. Making my way over to Zayn's room, I heard him sobbing loudly and I frowned deeply. It didn't seem like something he would do. Zayn was the type of person to hide something like this. He'd cry silently if he really was sad.

The next sob broke my heart again as I hated to hear him cry and it brought me back to reality so I quickly opened the door and rushed my way over to him, only to find out he was crying loudly in his sleep.

His cheeks were soaked from tears and he was drenched in sweat, barely breathing as sobs disturbed his pattern. I crouched down in front of his face and pressed my hand to his wet cheek as I felt extremely worried.

"Zayn? Zayn, wake up. It's a dream." I said quietly, softly shaking the guy as he kept crying and sobbing.

He continued to cry loudly, humming along with his sobs. I started shaking him again, "Zayn, wake up, please. Wake up." I said louder causing him to stir in his sleep but not wake up. He was too far away in his sleep and dream.

"No, no!" He started screaming and it made my heart jump so bad that I took a few steps back. I was startled by his sudden loud voice despite his already loud cries.

"Zayn-" I was cut off by Trisha.

Her eyes were open wide and she looked at her son in concern, "Oh Rose, what's happening? Is he okay?"

"I-I don't know," I stuttered, still feeling nervous, "He's dreaming."

"Zayn, baby, wake up. It's just a dream." Trisha said, shaking him way harder than I did, but at least she succeeded in waking him up.

I expected him to calm down after he found out it was just a dream, but he became way more hysterical, making me even more worried.

"Are you okay? What's wrong?" Trisha said, trying to calm him but he pulled his arm away and continued crying as he sat up in his bed, tears falling down his cheeks rapidly.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry!" He yelled, squeezing his eyes closed and causing more tears to slip out of his eyes.

Trisha frowned deeply and her expression was still extremely concerned. "What are you sorry for, Zayn?"

Zayn opened his eyes again and gripped on the sheets tightly, "I didn't hug her back and I didn't say hi to him and when he asked me how I was I ignored him and wanted him to leave,"

Trisha and I were confused. We didn't understand what he was saying but we decided to let him ramble.

"And when he was feeling sick I didn't help him I was so selfish and I only wanted to sleep," Zayn stopped to try and catch his breath, "and when grandma wanted to kiss my face I turned away from her and told her I didn't want physical affection,"

Trisha frowned even deeper, "Baby, that's years ago.. and she laughed about it.. You had just gotten into puberty."

"When Tyler felt bad Nathan went over to him and I didn't do it because I was scared and when Nathan came over to me I pushed him away," Zayn continued to cry. "When dad picked me up from school I pushed him away because I didn't want that in front of my friends,"

"Zayn, calm down.. you're getting yourself worked up. Why are you saying these things?" I saw that Trisha was getting emotional and it didn't take me long to feel the exact same.

I didn't understand what he was saying, but I thought he was telling us things he had ever done wrong in his life for reasons both me and Trisha didn't understand.

"I lied to you mama that time I didn't take my pills when I was with Nurse Lucy, I was so sick I didn't take my pills I'm sorry, I'm sorry,"

Trisha slowly shook her head while confusion took over her, "Zayn.. you were six.. why are you bringing up old things?"

I turned my face to Trisha as I sat down on the bed beside her, slowly reaching for Zayn's hand, "I feel like he's telling us everything he has ever done wrong.. I don't understand why. Or maybe the doctor said something.."

"You're right.." Trisha looked worried and wrapped her arms around the still crying guy, kissing his cheeks multiple times. "Ssh, Zayn, you're alright. Calm down, I'm here."

"No, no! I promise, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." Trisha grabbed his chin and made him look at her.

She kissed his tears away and I held his hand tightly, slowly pressing kisses on there as well. He needed to calm down, he had gotten himself so worked up, it scared me. He wasn't himself.

"Calm down, baby. You're okay." Trisha stroked his bald head and Zayn finally seemed to calm down a little, only to become extremely pale after that.

He whimpered and before we could stop it, he started throwing up all over his lap over and over again. Trisha quickly got up from his bed and switched on the lights of his bedroom, making Zayn close his eyes at the bright sight of it.

"Stay with him, would you? I'm going to get clean bedding." Trisha asked me sweetly and I nodded in return.

Zayn let out a few lost sobs and finally looked up at me. He stretched his arms out to me and I wrapped them tightly around him. He calmed down in my embrace instantly and it made me smile as all I wanted was for him to feel safe.

His breathing became regular again and it didn't take long before his head slipped off my shoulder, on my arm. He was feeling heavy, so I figured he had fallen asleep in my embrace.

I gently put him down on his pillow again and took off his covers as they smelled sour and were dirty from his puke.

I stared at the worn out guy in front of me and felt sadness coming over me once again as I didn't understand what had happened minutes ago.

Yaser came into the room seconds later, causing me to feel a little uncomfortable as I was in just some sleeping shorts and a sweater, but I figured it didn't matter. He was in his pajamas as well after all.

He gave me a slight smile but it faded as soon as he saw his son with wet stained cheeks, fast asleep. His face grew a little worried and I decided to leave as I noticed him pressing kisses on Zayn's cheeks. I thought the gesture was so sweet and I didn't want to ruin the father- son moment.

Bringing the dirty sheets with me, Trisha thankfully took them from me and threw them into the washing machine.

"I.. I don't know what to say.." Trisha sighed sadly and put her head in her hands.

I didn't really know what to do, but I knew she needed some comfort as well so I decided to hug her and she returned it without any hesitations.

"You're as shocked as I am, I can tell." Trisha sighed and I didn't really know why, but I suddenly started crying. I didn't have loud sobs as Zayn, but she still noticed it.

"Oh, I know. You care about him too, sweetheart." Trisha hugged me even tighter and pressed a kiss to my hair, trying to calm me down. "We all love him very much."

I wiped my eyes, "I'm sorry. I don't know why I'm crying." I chuckled softly, smiling up at her as she pulled away from me.

She softly stroked my cheek, making me secretly miss my mother as she would do the same thing. "I understand it, love. It was a whole happening. We want him to feel well and trust me it breaks my heart to see him cry because I think this is only the second time in my whole entire life I've seen him cry. Except from when he was a baby."

I nodded slowly and played with my fingers as I noticed Yaser leaving Zayn's room, heading back to his own bed.

"Let's tuck him in, yeah? Then we can go back to sleep again and see how he's doing in the morning." She pressed one last kiss to my head as if I was her own daughter, and we then moved towards Zayn's room.

Deep breaths were heard as he was back into his deep slumber and we quickly covered him in warm blankets, tucking him in but letting a bit of his upper body breathe as he was in sweat minutes ago.

Trisha pressed a kiss to his face and I quickly stroked his head, not daring to kiss Zayn in front of Trisha.

We left his room and after we bid each other our goodnight's, we left to sleep.

It was hours later when everyone had awoken in the Malik's household. I was quick to get ready, too worried and curious if Zayn was feeling better.

I was surprised when I came downstairs and Zayn was already seated at the table. He looked tired. Dark circles had appeared underneath his eyes and his eyes were still slightly little from sleep.

He smiled slightly at me when he saw me, "Good morning, Rose."

"Hey, good morning." I replied, returning the smile but secretly observing him. He didn't show any signs of what had happened last night, so I decided not to question him about it. Maybe he was embarrassed about it and just didn't want to show me.

Everyone gathered around the table as Yaser and Trisha served us our breakfast. Trisha glanced at Zayn so now and then and gave me a questionable look.

I slowly shrugged as I didn't know it either and we began eating our breakfast.

"Did you sleep well, Zayn?" Trisha asked.

Zayn glanced at her but didn't reply. He started eating his breakfast while staring at the glass of orange juice in front of him.

"She's asking you something." Doniya nudged Zayn's arm and he looked up at her with a slight scowl on his face.

"She knows the answer." He mumbled quietly glancing up at me and then quickly looking back at his plate as he slowly plays with his fingers. I felt bad for him. He remembered all of it, that was clear.

"Then what, Zayn?" His mother asked, clearly wanting to know what was wrong last night.

Zayn bit his lip and sniffed, quickly wiping his eyes. "Nothing. I don't want to talk about it." He said quietly.

I felt sad and stared at him for a little longer until they decided to change the subject.

"Rose, how about we show you our Beauty Salon we have a few blocks away?" Doniya smiled at me and I nodded.

Although I wasn't really into the heavy makeup, I was curious about it. "Yeah, sure." I smiled.

I was looking forward to it, but the sad feelings didn't really go away as I stared at Zayn across me. His expression was sad and he didn't eat up his breakfast no more.

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