I reached out my pale and shaking hand, an automatic gesture when a steaming, delicious looking hot coffee is placed in front of my eyes, it was so cold in here! I only had on a large oversized cream cardigan, white singlet and short dark denim shorts fraying slightly at the edges.
I didn't even know if she had brought it for me.
Any other time we would have laughed and giggled about my abnormal response but it's hard to whilst sitting in a hospital with your unconscious boyfriend beside you, never making a sound. Especially when it's your fault that he's lying there. A single tear raced down my right cheek, I didn't bother to wipe it, still stuck in my thick loud of thoughts, it ran to my chin then slowly falling onto my lap, splattering into a small puddle on my right bare thigh.
I sighed loudly, sipping the overly hot coffee. Screwing my face up, as the beverage burned my already dry tongue and chapped lips. I swallowed fast and felt it flaming down my throat, an 'after-shock' still there after a few quiet but long seconds.
I looked up, not even bothering to fight away my true sad feelings and fake a smile of happiness about this terrifying situation. I rubbed my belly astounded that I was really pregnant. I decided that if Zayn's okay with it and stable enough, maybe we could move it to an affordable but gorgeous small apartment in the busy city nearby and raise the baby together.
I hope the baby doesn't inherit it's fathers evil, traits. But really how bad would it be, to know that your 'dad' isn't your really the one that raised you your whole life. But the biological one is in a dark prison cell because you were an accident by horrible underage rape? I winced knowing, that if my baby lives I would give it the world so it could not think of it's life that way. Ever.
I held Zayn's tanned hand tightly, as I heard a slight moan, I looked up from our entwined hands to his face, his long lashes moved against his cheeks and his eyes slowly fluttered open.
"h-harper" he whispered croakily, my heart leaped as my vision blurred with hot foggy tears, suddenly quickly overflowing and falling down my now-flushed cheeks. He stared at me, wincing as he tried to turn my direction and wipe them away.
"Just stay there, I'll get the doctor" I informed him. Placing my cup onto the small nearby wooden table. Giving Zayn a quick kiss on the lips, both of our lips were dry and rough. His eyes darted to my belly and for a small moment his face showed an expression of pure shock.
I raced down the hall frantic to find a doctor. He'd finally woken up.
I cant even count how many times I had dreamt about this very moment in that hospital room. A doctor in a clean long white coat walked casually towards me, as if sensing my need he sped up towards Zayn's room, I eagerly followed.
Paige was kneeling beside Zayn, but Zayn's eyes weren't focusing on hers, but at the doorway, locking onto mine. His warm brown eyes showed an emotion of confusion.
The doctor gathered a few things, after a loud sigh Zayn hesitated before looking towards the doctor.
"What happened?" he asked curiosity, confusion and sadness in his voice. His eyes flickered to mine, just in time for him to see my legs give way in shock and fall towards the floor.