Little Talks

"I don't like walking around this old and empty house."
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"Are you sure about this Zayn?" I asked with my hands grasping over the railing, wind blowing through my hair. "Don't worry." He tells me. "I'm nervous as much as you. But these little talks don't last long."
My summer was basically ruined thanks to my mother. After high school graduation, she forced me to work on the cruiseline she owns instead of giving me a choice if I want to like my older sister. But the first day of the cruise, the first day I saw them being complete dumbos. That day I didn't know that I would love one of them. Zayn was right, these little talks don't last long.

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25. Zayn

Zayn's POV

I reach the first floor. I was here early this morning to take Britta here after she fainted. I walk up to the infirmary door and open the door. 

I walk up to the counter where there was a different woman there than earlier this morning. She was younger than the head nurse. She looked up and noticed me. "May I help you?" She asked. 

I look through my sunglasses. "Are you excepting visitors for Britta Carter at the moment?" I ask. 

She looks at her computer. "Yes we are. Her sister just visited about half an hour ago. Are you a friend of hers? Who's British?" She asks again. 

I nod. "My mate is one of the reasons she even here at this place." Remembering that Harry hurt her makes me cringe. "And do I have to sign in?" 

"Oh, yeah. Just sign here with your name and the patient you're visiting, which is obviously Britta." She points to a clipboard. I grab it and jot my name down. And yes, I did put "Zayn Malik" down on the paper. "And what did your friend do Mr.-" she looks at the clipboard. "Malik?" She didn't even fangirl at my name. 

"I'd rather not tell." I answer. "It's too personal. So when can I see her?" 

She, again, looks at her computer to check the schedule. "She's available. I'll send Dr.Rathins here to come get you. And here's your name sticker." She hands me a sticker with my name and Britta's name in small print. I peel off the back and stick it onto my shirt. "And I'm Nancy Jergans. I'm filling in for Megan Lyons because she's sick with tuberculosis. I'm a fan of yours. But not a crazed fan like I fangirled when you noticed." She said. 

"Nice to me you, Nancy." I told her shaking hands with her. 

The door to all the rooms open and out comes Jason, the same guy from earlier. "Zayn! Just in time." We do a bro hug. "She woke up from her coma about 45 minutes ago. I don't know if I would consider it a coma..." He went on and I just stood there. 

"Can I see Britta now?" I ask just to stop him from rambling. 

"Oh, yes. Brit. Let's be on our way." He answers. And we walk into the patients hall.

We arrive at a different room than earlier. "She's in here. Please be kind to her. She's still pretty tense. And yes, I know that Harry...you know. So here you go." 

Jason opens the door and shows me in. Ignoring him, I walk in and close the door behind me. I look at see that Britta, in a hospital gown, is starring at me. I take off my glasses, and walk towards her. 

This was my chance. 

I sit on the bed, put her head in my palms, and slam my lips onto hers. She's surprised at first, but then she gets into it. I'd topple over her, but she's in the infirmary. 

We release and she just stares at me. Tell her, Zayn. Tell her. "I...uhh..." I stammer. "That was a get well kiss. I got to go. See ya!" I run out of her room. 

I so got to man up. 

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