It's been a week all together and Zayn still hasn't woke up or shown any movement, nothing's changed. The doctors said that the times vary per person and he will take his time. But how long am I meant to wait for him? I will wait forever honestly.
But it's scary not knowing. I wanna be there when he wakes up, to be the first thing or person he sees that's why I haven't left this room, not once.
I'm sticking around after all he took the bullet to stop David from hurting me in the first place! I owe him.
Paige is such a huge support, she's been bringing in my vitamins, food, drinks, everything I need.
She even paid, bribed and convinced the hospital to wheel in a portable white bed,
"it's not good to be pregnant and please in a chair" she'd insisted. I was so very lucky to have her.
When I broke the news to my mother about being pregnant, with who and why she'd broke down it tears explaining that he also had hit her a few times also.
We both hugged and rocked in each other's arms feeling sorry for one another. I also told her it's why I had moved out, I'm glad she finally understood.
"Your welcome back anytime! I've missed you" She had informed be, her eyes had a look of longing and love in them.
As I held Zayn's limp hand, Paige walked in all dolled up, looking a million dollars. She'd arrived with a colourful set of four books of mine. Pretty little liars I had hired out at the local library! She'd promised to pick them up after her date with her getting-serious boyfriend Harry!
She also had with her a few magazines for herself. She handed me the first book. I started to read about How 'Ali, had picked them to be in her inner circle' then meaning Hanna, Aria, Spencer and Emily. I smiled it was just one if my growing obsessions.
My hand was still firmly hipped onto Zayn's, when I felt a tight squeeze. I turned my immediate attention to a cute recovering Zayn.