Clarity *A Zayn Malik Fanfic*

Cause you are the piece of me I wish I didn't need
Chasing relentlessly, still fight and I don't know why
If our love is tragedy, why are you my remedy?
If our love's insanity, why are you my clarity?


7. Wake Up.

London's POV

"Anyone here for Zayn Malik?" The doctor called into the waiting room. Nana, Jen, Patrica, and I rose our hands. "Okay he will be all right. His jaw was fractured and 4 ribs were shattered and 3 more fractured. He will need to stay here for a week then he will need to wear a brace for 2 months after. He will also have to stop lifting anything heavy." The doctor told us. He led us down the hallway to his room. I walked in first. He was sitting up and awake. "Hey.." He said weakly. His jaw was swollen and bruised. I pulled a chair up to the side of the bed. "Hey hot stuff." I said trying to lighten the mood. He laughed then winced in pain. I let a tear slid down my cheek he wiped it off. "Please don't."He told me. I held his hand to my face. The door opened and Jen walked in tears pouring down her face. I looked at Zayn who was now crying. 

"J please stop." He told her. I reached up and carefully wiped his tears off of his face. 

"Zayn I'm so sorry! It's all my fault. If I didn't call you, you wouldn't be here. I'm so sorry." She cried I stood up and hugged her. She held me tightly. 

"J no. I'm glad you did. Now I know that next time I see dad I need a bat of my own and you couldn't do what I did alone." He told her. She dragged a chair up to the side of the bed. We sat down. I crawled into the bed next to him. Jen sat at the foot of it. Nana and Patrica went outside to talk and fill out some forms. "Z.... can I see them?" She asked.

Zayn's POV

Jen asked if she could see them and by them I mean my scars. I nodded and she crawled further up the bed. She took my hand in hers and flipped it over revealing faint scars. Some of them have faded but not all of them. She traced them. "Why?" She asked. 

"J you don't know what it's like. You have people who will look after you. You aren't alone. I was. I was all alone J, I had no one. When your 14 you don't exactly think about what's next. You think about what's now. And then now was I'm alone, my own family tossed me out like trash, my own family didn't want me so who would. Dad told me before I left that it didn't have to be that way, I should have been less of a burden. I saw my self as nothing, as someone who no one would ever care about, as a burden. I hated life and even worse myself." 

London's POV

Zayn explained himself to his little sister. She dove into his arms. She started to sob. He looked at me. He had no idea what to do with this sobbing teenage girl. I chuckled at the fact that he didn't know what to do. I stood up and moved Jenny to me. She clung to me. I rocked her back and forth. "Shh" I whispered. It seemed to calm her down. The nurse calm in and injected him with something. With in minutes he was asleep. I got up and helped Jenny up. I told her that we had to leave. Before we left she went up to Zayn. "I wanted you Zayn." Then she kissed his fore head. 

We got into Zayn's car she was really quiet. We drove in silence. When we pulled up to the block of flats I led her upstairs. Niall walked out of his grandfathers apartment. Jen's jaw dropped. Niall froze. He looked her up and down. "London who is your friend?" Niall asked. Jen giggled. "I'm Jennifer but call me Jen, or Jenny." She said. "I'm Niall." He said. 

"Yeah and she is 14. Also Zayn's sister." I said while unlocking the door. I heard her sigh in frustration. I ushered her in. "Thanks for the heads up. He would of killed me. But she is gorgeous." He told me. I nodded. He continued down the hall and I went in. Jen stood in the center looking around. 

"He did well for himself." She stated simply.

"Yeah he did. Look Jen about Niall he is one of your brothers best mates. And your room is next to ours." I told her. She followed me. She set her bag down. I led her out to the kitchen.  She sat down. I pulled out two mugs and started to make a coffee for me, and a hot chocolate for her. 

"How did you meet him?" She asked.

"He... um .. saved me from my ex-boyfriend." I told her. She raised an eyebrow in question. "He was abusive and a rapist. I ran from him and that's when Zayn found me. He has been amazing." I explained she nodded. 

"What happens at school? What do I do when people find out?" She asked me. 

"Jen relax, if they ask questions don't answer. Ignore rude comments. But if it gets really back come talk to me, or Zayn. I would recommend me if it involves guys. Zayn will probably hurt someone." I said. She laughed. 

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