The Initials on My Wrist - 1D Fanfiction

Leah has always wanted to meet one direction. She has a bedroom covered in posters, a billion t-shirts and lets not mention how many concert tickets she has pinned to her wall, because there are more than enough. When her Mom becomes their manager, Leah, being 19, would much rather take her Mom's offer and come on tour with them instead of staying home alone for six months and tags along. The only problem is that it is the middle of summer, and she wont expose her wrists. That counts as sweater's, long sleeve shirts and warm jackets, only to hide two letters, the initials of the person who she secretly loves, and always has. What happens when that same person, doesn't love her back?


12. Chapter Twelve

Harry's POV

When Zayn sits down, I hurry over to the doctor standing by Leah's room to ask how she is. "What is wrong with her, Doctor?" I ask him. "Well Mr. Styles, she seems to have an infection in her stomach. The reason she went unconscious is unknown. Anything could have caused it, a Drastic change in temperature, lack of water or food," The doctor goes on. "She hasn't eaten or drank in two days and right after she took her hoodie off, she passed out. " I explain. "How long will she have to recover?" I ask. "That is the thing. We are going to have to operate on her to drain the infection. She is strong enough right now, so we will operate on her tonight. As for recovery, we aren't sure. It just depends on how fast her body wants to heal." Doctor Martin explains. "Can I atleast go see her?" I plead. He nods. "Send in whoever wants to see her one at a time please." He says. I text her mom, who is now answering my texts, what is wrong with Leah. Their bus is stuck in traffic and they should get here soon, she tells me.

I walk in slowly to see Leah hooked up to a thousand machines. She is so pale and weak, poor thing. I kneel at the side of her bed and kiss her on the forehead. "Hey, Leah. I know it seems hard right now. But trust me, you will get through this operation. And don't even believe that I wanted to break up with you for a second. I know I did and it was the stupidest thing I've ever done. I'm sorry, and when you wake up, I'm going to be sitting right here with you. I promise." I whisper, on the edge of crying. Zayn appears in the doorway. "The Doctor told me everything," He says. His eyes are red and puffy, I can tell he has been upset. Liam, Louis and Niall are standing outside the room. "Come in guys," I say. "But the doctor said only one at a time!" Liam exclaims, of course being the goody goody. "I don't care, just come in. We all stand around Leah's bed, watching her sleep, when she shakes. "Doctor!" I call, "Doctor!" When the doctor comes in, he frowns. "I said one at a time." He mutters. "I know, but we all wanted to see her. Anyways, she shook! She did earlier today too, what does that mean?" I ask him. "Hmmm," He says feeling her forehead. "It doesn't seem like it means anything. When some one is in a coma, if they shake they will be waking up soon, but Leah isn't in a coma. She is just unconscious, which Is probably for the best because of her condition. Now, I need to ask you to Leave. You may stay in the waiting area tonight if you wish, she will be able to be seen as early as you can get here tomorrow. Hopefully she will be awake then, too." Doctor Martin smiles, escorting us out of the room.

Zayn's POV

Once we leave the room I sit down in one of the waiting chairs, trying to get comfortable. "Dude, what are you doing? It's 4:00 pm, we have to be back by 4:30 because we need to set up for the concert tonight." Harry says, being bossy. "I'm not going." I mumble. "You have to!" Niall begs, although I don't care. "I'm staying here with Leah. Niall and Louis, split my solos evenly between you. Have a nice night, text me pics." I tell them.  "Why are you even doing this?! I like her! She is my girlfriend so back off!" Harry yells, stepping closer. "I'm doing it because I love her" I shout back, unaware of what I just said. Harry bursts with anger. "What?! I knew you were trying to steal her. What a bandmate you are!" He says, trying to hide his hurt. "No, I promised her I would protect her. she has been hurt a lot and you don't even care for her. I don't want you on the list of people hurting her. I'm sorry I keep stepping in between you guys, but I'm still not going to the concert." I explain. Harry nods. "I'm sorry bro, its fine. Someone should be here for Leah in the morning and I would rather it be you than me. She is probably still mad at me anyways, but when I can I'm going to come back and see if she will take me back. Thanks buddy." Harry tells me, patting me on the shoulder. I nod, going back to my little chair in the corner of the room.

I slowly wake up from the sound of a nurse approaching me. I check the time, 6 am. "Mr Malik?" She says, smiling. "Yes?" I say groggily, getting out of my chair. "The operation is finished. You may go see her now. If you are still tired, the bed next to her is empty. Sleep there if you wish." She offers. "Thank you so much!" I say, giving her a hug and then walking down the hall to Leah's room, room 407. I peek in the doorway to see the doctor working on a machine beside Leah's bed. "Hello mr Malik!" He whispers. "Leah is asleep, not unconscious. I don't want to wake her up. The medication we put on has worn off. Her fever is gone, so all signs say that the operation went successful and the infection is gone. When she wakes up, call me. We need to get some food and water in her." The doctor explains, leaving the room. I nod, sitting in the chair next to Leah's Head. I feel her forehead. The doctor was right, her fever is totally gone. The next thing I see is Leah's beautiful blue eyes flutter open.

Leah's POV

"Zayn?" I whisper, my stomach very sore.. "It's me! You aren't sick anymore. the doctor operated on you." Zayn tells me, stroking my hair. I try to move and I can't. "My tummy hurts." I say. "I know, that is where he operated. It should hurt for a little while." He explains. "I'm going to go tell the doctor you are up," Zayn says, getting up. "No!" I croak. "Come here first." I say. He walks back over and leans over the bed. I stare into his eyes, and I peck his lips. I was going to ask where Harry was, and now I don't need Harry. He dumped me anyways, no chance he wants me back.

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