Chapter 14.

Maire's P.O.V:

I nibble on my fingers in anxiety, as my eyes continuously keep darting back to the door of the hospital room and the wall clock which has striked nine PM. I don't know if he will return or not. I don't know what he might have done to Amber.

What if he gets in trouble?

What if Amber gets in trouble?

What would Amber do if she gets to know that I told Zayn about what she did to me?

All these "If's" are making me crazy and sick.

I wish I have rather stayed quite than word vomiting in front of Zayn.

The various thoughts running in my mind of different possibilities get interrupted when I hear a knock on the door of my room. I yell for the person to come in, when the door opens and a familiar figure steps in.

My eyes widen and my breathing becomes fast as soon as I see him, making me jump from the bed but he stops me by putting his hands on either side of the bed, trapping me.

He motions me again to lie down but I shake my head and look at him in anticipation. My legs are hanging of the bed and touching his front as he stands in front of me.

"Please tell me you didn't hurt her..." I say, when I lift my head to look into Zayn's eyes who is looking everywhere but at me.

I wait eagerly for his reply but nothing comes out of his mouth as silence surrounds us, making me anxious by each second.

"I wanted to rip her apart!" He grits his teeth making my eyes widen. I notice as he pulls the white bed sheets in his hands, his grip tightening on either sides of me. He tigthly purses his lips together, breathing heavily through his nose. His anger makes me worried and I slowly reach out for his right hand which is griping onto the bedsheets, and slowly caress it.

"Zayn tell me you didn't do anything to her." I slowly speak , trying to make eye contact with him but he looks at something past my shoulder continuously.

He again becomes quiet, And his grip tightens more on the sheets, causing his veins to pop out, but I continue stroking it slowly. After some time his grip loosens and I trace patterns on the back of his hand trying to relax him.

His stif posture somehow loosen as his breathing becomes slowly normal. I one by one pull his fingers, glancing at his face to see his expressions, his eyebrows are knitted together, his lips still pursed and his eyes still fixed on that spot behind me. Finally releasing his hand from the tight grip, I take it into mine and lock our fingers together, nervously. He slowly wraps his fingers around mine and finally looks at me.

"I warned her." He speaks, our gazes and fingers locked with each other.

"But you didn't hurt her right?" I ask in a slow voice and he gives out a loud groan before shaking his head.

I sigh and close my eyes for a second in relief.

"But if she or anyone else does anything to you next time, I won't leave them." His left hand reaches my face as he places it on my cheeks caressing it occasionally with his thumb. The cold metal of his ring slightly makes me flinch when it comes in contact with my face, causing his lips to twitch upwards and finally a chuckle comes out of his lips, making me tear our locked gazes and look down.

"It's not my fault, your ring is cold." I say not looking up at him and hear another chuckle come out of his mouth. Suddenly I feel his lips on my forehead, staying there for a few seconds. The hair on the back of neck rise at the contact. His lips on my forehead, our hands locked with each other and his thumb caressing my cheek.

"I was so worried." He whispers as soon as his lips leave my forehead, but then he presses his forehead against mine. Both of our chests rise up and fall in a fast speed, as we look at each other. We are so close that if I lift my face slightly, our lips would be touching.

"Im fine," I say in the same the tone.

"No you're not, stop lying Maire."

"I'm not lying, Zayn." I say closing my eyes.

"Can you say that looking into my eyes?" I hear him say. No words escape from my lips for sometime until I finally open my eyes and look at him.

"No one cares, Za-"

"I do." He quickly cuts me off. I close my lips again and stare at him quietly.

There is no sign of sarcasm in his voice, he doesn't even look like he's lying. I open my mouth to speak up but nothing comes out.

"Um, Maire it's time for your medicines." The nurse, Nina, who is in her mid twenties and has been attending me, steps inside, causing Zayn to pull back from me slowly. He slightly clears his throat, and walks over to the one seater couch in the room.

I nod and take the pills from her, as she does a little check up, making sure I'm not in need of anything.

"You're staying here?" She asks turning over to look at Zayn, who is checking out the hospital room. His hand drops from the curtain, as he looks at me and the nurse.

"Uhh..." he trails off, looking at me.

"No, he's not stayin-"

"Actually, yes I am." Zayn speaks up before I can even complete my sentence. I raise my eyebrows at him and the nurse nods.

"No, you're no-"

"Yes, I am, Maire." He emphasizes, giving me a fake sweet smile.

"Um, okay. I'll register your name." Nina says to Zayn, before smiling at both of us and exiting the room shortly after.

As soon as she leaves the room, he turns around to look at me.

"You can't stay here," I say, lying back on the bed and cover myself with the blanket as I look over at him. He shifts the stool beside my bed and seats himself on it, resting his hands on the side of the bed and placing his chin on top of his hands as he looks up at me with his beautiful hazel eyes and a slight smile on his face.

"Too bad I'm already staying." He chuckles and I throw my hands in the air in defeat, huffing.

I know there is no point of arguing with this person. Whenever he makes his mind to do anything, no one can stop him from doing it. Not even he himself.

"Why do you always do this 'too bad I'm already doing it bla bla'?" I say mocking him and air quoting his words, which causes a low laugh to come out of his mouth, and I roll my eyes at him.

"I don't know, when it comes to you, those words always come out of my mouth. Otherwise I never say it that much." He smiles and I shake my head, yawning a bit.

I make myself comfortable on the bed, slightly wincing as I move, which catches his attention and his smile fades. Without saying anything, he gets up from the stool and turns off the light, and turns on the small side lamp in the corner of the room.

"Do you need anything?" He asks and I shake my head. He nods and begins to walk over to the small couch when I grab his hand, making him turn over to look at me.

"Thank you." I whisper and he closes his eyes for a second giving a curt nod.

"Goodnight, Maire." He says, slightly squeezing my hand when it hits me that he is going to spend the whole night on that small one seater couch.

He turns around again to leave but I again grab his hand, stopping him.

"Sleep with me."

"What?!" His eyes seem like they are going to buldge out of the sockets and he stares at me in shock as if I grew another head.

"Um, sleep with me.." I trail off, getting embarrassed, as I look away from him.

What was I even thinking before saying it? He's probably going to say 'no' or make fun of me. I need to think about my words before vomitting them out.

"In this condition?" He asks, motioning towards my bruises with his hands and I look at him with wide eyes, knitting my eyebrows together.

"What do you mea-" I slowly say when it hits me what he is thinking about.
"-Oh, no no no! It's not what you're thinking!" I shriek, continuously shaking my head and he raises his eyebrow at me.

"You aren't talking about se-"

"Oh my God, no! No!" I again shriek, pulling a disgusted look on my face

"I knew what you meant, I was just teasing you." I hear him laugh as he tilts his head to look at me.

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