#22 "Your least favorite is in hospital" (And you have to take care of him) - Zayn Malik preference
A/N: Let me know what you think. Didn't quite turn out as I wanted it tooooo. And uhm, I couldn't come up with a proper title, sorry.
Light shined through the window, and you sat in your living room studying. You were enjoying your peace and quiet for the week, and figured now would be a good time for catching up on some schoolwork. You shared an apartment with your best friend Harry. Harry always had the boys over at your apartment for some reason, so you never really had the chance to study, since there was always some loud boys jumping around. Being best friends with Harry had brought you four other great friendships. Well three at least. You had formed great friendship with Louis, Liam and Niall, but you hadn't really connected with Zayn a lot. He was always missing, and whenever he was there, he didn't really bother talking to you. You didn't think much of it, just figured it was his personality. The boys had the week off, and they had all left to visit their hometowns, giving you a break. You were currently sat in the comfy couch, a cup of tea in hand, and stacks of books piled all around you. Your phone ringing interrupted you. "Urgh, I was just about to concentrate again, haha" you laughed to yourself. "Yes hello?" you said as you answered the phone. "Is this Y/F/N Y/L/N?" a female voice spoke. "Uh, yes?" you said sounding a bit confused. "Yes, okay. Hello. I'm calling from St. Bartholomew's hospital in London regarding a Zayn Malik" the voice spoke again. "What.. Why is some lady calling me about Zayn and a hospital" you thought to yourself, clearly not understanding what was going on. "I-is he okay?" you stammered, starting to get a bit nervous. Just because he wasn't necessarily your favorite, didn't mean you despised him. "Yes, he has just come out of surgery. He's recovering now, and can go home sometime later today," she said sounding happy. "S-SURGERY?" you exclaimed. "Why was he in surgery?" you asked sounding more scared than anything right now. "Did you not know? He broke his foot skateboarding and came in at like 4 o'clock this morning" the lady said now sounding confused. "Omg, is he okay? Wow, no I had no idea. Was it very bad?" you asked. "Well, it needed surgery so it was pretty bad. His foot will be put in an 'airboot' later and he will get crutches, but he should keep still. So when will you be here to pick him up?" the voice spoke again. "Uhm, pick him up?" you asked. "Yes. He needs to picked up, cause he can't really go anywhere by himself. We tried calling his 4 friends, but they were all far away, and he said to try you since he thought you might be in London" she said sounding confused again. "Oh, well uhm okay. I'll leave in an hour and come and get him okay?" you said also sounding confused. "That sounds great miss Y/L/N, I'll tell Zayn to expect you in an hour" she said hanging up. You brought your phone down from your ear and sat there just staring at it. What had just happened? Zayn was in the hospital all by himself, and had been in surgery without telling any of you. You couldn't help but feel sorry for him. The hospital sure wasn't any nice place. You sat there just going over everything for about five minutes before standing up to get dressed. You rushed upstairs and threw on a hoodie and some sweat pants along with your uggs and a pair of sunglasses. It was about a forty-minute drive to the hospital so you figured you'd just get going. You got in your car, put the Ed Sheeran cd on, and you were on your way.
As you drove into the parking lot, you pulled out your phone. "Hey boys, I'm at the hospital with Zayn. I'll drive him home and all. Enjoy your time off, and all of you - call me later. xx". You put your phone away, and got out of your car, hurrying towards the entrance of the hospital. Luckily there was no paparazzi. You walked up to the front desk. "I'm here to see Zayn Malik?" you said politely, smiling at the older lady sitting in the reception. "Yes miss, he's in room 424 on the 4th floor" she said, sending you a polite smile. You thanked her as you walked towards the elevator. You entered it, and pressed '4'. You didn't like hospitals - they gave you chills. All the sick people; fighting for their lives. But at the other end of the hospital, people were becoming parents and welcoming their small newborn babies into this world. It was weird. A "pling" brought you back to reality. You entered the hallway. 421, 422, 423.. 424. There it was. All you could see was a white door closed all the way. You gently knocked three times, till you heard a faint "Come in" from the other side. You opened the door and entered the room only to find a slightly 'worn' Zayn lying in bed in a hospital gown, with his foot up. "Omg, how are you?" you blurted out, you hand reaching towards your mouth as soon as you realized what just escaped your mouth. Zayn just turned his head and looked at you. "How did you manage to break you foot so badly that you need surgery?" you asked with a slight giggle. Zayn hadn't seemed clumsy to you before. "I fell.." he whispered. You didn't hear him. "You what?" you asked once again, a smirk growing onto your lips. "I fell" he stated again, a bit louder this time. "You fell?! HAHAH" you said as you let out a loud laugh. "Keep it down, will you? I don't feel all too good" he said a bit grumpy. "Sorry Zayn, didn't realize you were a clumsy one!" you still coming down from you fit of laugther. You didn't even know why you found it so funny. It was kind of cute. Grumpy Zayn, embarrassed of his previous actions. "I fell off my skateboard and broke my foot, laugh all you want but guess what!" he said, a smirk slowing growing on his lips. "What?" you asked confused. "You have to take care of me, hahah! The nurse said I should stay with someone for 4-7 days, to keep all movement off it. And since all the boys are out of town, you're stuck with me" he said kind of smiling, kind of seeming pissed off. This was weird. You hadnât really talked like this before. You had, off course, done some small talk, but never just you and him talking. "So I don't even have a say?" you said giggling. You didn't have anything against Zayn; he was kind of cute. You felt like he had something against you though, and that he definitely didnât like you. You could be kind of loud, and hanging out with the other boys, it was hard not to join in on their dumb games and stuff like that. Zayn had just always seemed a bit cold towards you. Like he had never bothered to get to know you, so you had kind of just ignored him and just been civil with him. "I mean you could drive me across the country and dump me somewhere with one of the boys, or you could take care of me" he said, now smiling. "Don't get your hopes up mister," you said walking towards his bed. "When can we get out of this place? I don't like hospitals." you said.
As Zayn opened his mouth, a nurse entered the room, interrupting you. "Ah, you must be Y/F/N Y/L/N" she said and smiled. "Zayn, you're reading to leave, so I'll just bring miss Y/L/N to sign you out okay?" she said looking towards Zayn. "Okay thank you Mrs. Smith" Zayn said politely. You followed the lady out to a desk where you signed some forms. "Let's go!" you said as you re-entered Zayn's room. He had changed to his normal clothes, and was sitting on the bed. You handed him the crutches and you both left the room. "Thanks for taking care of me Mrs. Smith" he yelled to the smiling nurse as you left the building. "Oh what a suck-up you are!" you said gently hitting his upper arm. He just poked his tongue out at you. "This is going to be one loooong week" you thought to yourself as you helped him enter your car. "No but really Y/N.. Thank you for helping me. I owe you" he smiled at you. Most of the tension, between the two of you, was gone. It seemed like Zayn had realized, that you were his only hope for the week, if he wanted to get out of the hospital, and maybe you werenât as bad as he thought anyway. Maybe a broken foot was what it took for you to become friends.
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