You Can't Resist Me For Long...

•°•Marciline•°•

"You think she can hear us now?"

"Shut up Liam. Let her rest. She could've died just now!" Confused, I tried to open my eyes to see the familiar owners of the voices but they wouldn't do it Wheres Zayn? Did he leave already? Where am I?!?!

"Mr. Payne and Miss Jones. We need you to leave."

"No! Thats my best friend right there and if it wasnt for that stupid twat, she'd be awake with us!" Ok. What happened to me? Am I in a hospital? It smells like one. Ya know how it kinda smells like germ X, gloves, and medicine. Bleh.

"Ratel.." I tried. Damnit. I sound weird. Who did this to me?

"Marcy? Oh my gosh! Squeeze my hand of you can hear me!"

"What *cough* hap-ind?" Wow. My voice was REALLY hoarse. I lightly squeezed her hand ro some type of reassurance.

"Stupid Zayn. Wasnt watching where he was bloody driving and hit you with his car. He had some new monthly toy in his car and she was bent over on his lap." After hearing this, my eyes flew open, seeing a concered Liam and Racheal. The doctor was standing by, writing down things.

"Noooooo. Zayn was with me..."

"What? Marcy, none of us has seen Zayn or the Kings since Winter. Its the New Year! You saw him in the but nowhere else. Remember? We spent our winter break at my house." Liam butted in with furrowed eyebrows.

"No. I remember clearly. Zayn made me his monthly and then i got to see the real him. I got close t -*cough*- o his friends too. Were working together on a play." I defended only to get dumbfounded looks back. "I'm not lying! You guys were there too!"

"Marcy. That never happened... You must've dreamt it. You've been out for about four days."

Before I could stop it, a choked sob passed through my lips.

"Dont cryyy!!" Rach came over, trying to soothe me. The tears fell rapidly at the thought of everything I went throught being unreal; a fantasy. It was real though! I remember how he smelled and how he felt! It couldn't have all been JUST a dream. No. I will not let it. Even if i have to do it all over again.

"Mr. Payne. Miss Jones. Please leave. Miss Royals has a private visitor." Racheal gave me a sorry look then left with Liam. I continued to to cry, feeling numbness take over.

"I'm sorry i hit you with my car." My sobs ceased at the accent. My puffy red eyes met golden brown ones. Zayn stood their awkwardly with a blood red rose. "Here." He gave me the rose and took a step back, looking at the mess i was. "You're not paralyzed are you..?" I shook my head no giving him relief. "I should go-"

"No!" He glanced at me confused. "Please... stay." His eyes darted to the door than at me. Sighing, he kneeled beside my bed. "Thanks."

"Wake up."

"What?"

"Marcy. Wake up."

"I am!"

"Babe! Please get up!" As soon as the voice finished the sentance, everything went blurry. Zayn disappeared, the room I was in vanishing with him and soon, I was gone too.

"Marc-"

I jolted up with a gasp. I looked around to see my room. I wasn't in some hospital and I didn't get ran over. I felt arms wrap around me, my eyes finding Zayn. A weird wail/whine escaped me as I latched onto him.

"Whoa! Jeez Marciline. You're acting like you haven't seen me in years..." I nuzzled my face in his neck, smiling. "You're crying." I pulled away, swiftly wiping away the tears. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah. It was just some horrible nightmare.." Zayn smiled and kissed me passionately. All my worry was gone as I relaxed into his warm arms.

Notes

Whooooo! Confusing right?!? Bet ya didn't see that coming :3 sorry for not updating in so looong. For one, I had a huge thing of writers block. Two. I was really busy with school and family. Three. My friend was going through some depressive issues and I was the only one for her soooo yea... my attention was to her mostly BUT! She's okay :) doing well and stuff. So I shall put more attention to this :3

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